#do u know how much plastic surgery i have to get now

[ladybelladonna76]

Rachel didn't know what her stepdad saw in that stupid girl he was dating

She was obviously hot, but she was also bitchy, vain, and materialistic

Unsurprisingly he'd met this goldigger shortly after the medical negligence payout from her mother's accidental death, at the hands of a drunk quack doctor, when Daddy had been looking for some comfort at the bottom of a whiskey glass in questionable bars

"We're going to have so much fun, Daddy says we can spend whatever we want today, I have permission to spoil us both rotten"

Rachel rolled her eyes

"Let's just get this over and done with"

"Okay Rachey, I promise you're going to love it, this salon works miracles, then we go shopping!", Rosie squealed as she said shopping like some over excited middle school girl on a carnival ride

"Whatever, I'm doing this because DAD asked me too that's all, after the salon you can drop me off home before going out shopping"

"Okay meanie" Rosie pouted

Inside the salon it was as bad as Rachel had feared. This was just a grooming kennel for over primped high maintenance bitches, she couldn't think of one treatment she wanted to try.

"Please try the New U facial treatment Rachey" Rosie whined in her bimbo voice for the hundredth time

"Fine if you'll shut up, at least I get to lay down and relax"

She laid back and the beautician put the mask over her face

The mask started to emit a pulsing wave of light

It feels wrong, invasive, it hurts

She tried to sit up but couldn't move

Her brain felt like it was aflame as the light seemed to penetrate her skull

Suddenly words and concepts started to run through Rachel's head.

Bitch, cuckold, homewrecker, conniving, golddigger, manipulative

Every word brought a flood of images and memories of Rachel as the living embodiment of these words

Rachel knew she wasn't, there was no way she could be, she had never, would never do any of those things, her mom and dad raised her with a strong sense of right and wrong and everything she saw herself doing was wrong.

Rachel could sense new color behind her eyelids even though her eyes were closed tight

More information washed over her, new feelings and ideas.

She had secretly coveted her Step Daddy for years after her mom had married him. No he was always her Daddy, no my Dad, wasn't he?

I'd fucked that gold digging bitch's plastic surgeon behind her back, mommy dearest was fucking him to get a discount so he was fair game.

That's how I got him addicted to drugs and me, I got him drunk, high, and fucked him all night before the day of the surgery. I'd made him botch the surgery

Rachel screamed inside the mask, that's not me I wouldn't, I couldn't, I love my Mommy

Rachel felt her body starting to alter as the new light worked it's magic

She started to groan inside the mask as she felt her body staring to firm and tone, her breasts grew as implants formed inside them, her lips plumped, her nails lengthened into beautiful manicured claws.

Daddy loved her body so much better than her mom's pathetic..

"Oh my God, mom I'm sorry this isn't me, this isn't what I wanted!!"

Rachel removed the mask and looked around for her stepmom

Where was she?

"There's only us Raquel", she thought

This didn't make any sense

"We were always jealous of Mommy since middle school, all her boy toys, her clothes, cars, vacations, we just had to bide our time until we were all grown up and then he could be ours"

He?

Daddy?

Was Daddy hers now alone?

Ever nerve in her body fired in unison at this realization as an orgasm swept through her body

Of course New U Salon's machines didn't really work miracles they only used a cutting edge application of Quantum Mechanics.

They did however merge Rachel and her stepmom's quantum realities

A little tweak here and there, so the Quantum realm remained while and all was perfect with the world again

Another happy customer with guaranteed repeat business and referrals to boot

Rachel was very satisfied

Raquel skipped shopping that day and rushed home to her Daddy

She'd wanted him since he'd first walked into her life with her bitch mother

She spent years preparing for when they could be together. Years studying her mother's manipulation techniques, daily exercise at the gym to sculpt her body into a temple to be worshiped, style to dress in a manner befitting a goddess, oh and sex, how she'd perfected the art of love making and giving, she'd become such a slut.

All to be ready for her Daddy and now he was hers, she'd never give him up

New U Salon really was miraculous

#f2f #bitchification #transformation #corruption

[tpher]

stop making me care about topher (respectfully)

my immediate thought was to annoyingly wax poetic abt topher to make it worse so i WILL

topher is 16 by the time hes in the show and the td timeline is all fucky wucky so lets say hes been a fan since the start so hes liked total drama for around 3 years. 3 years? not a lot of time but to a TEEN??? that is SO incredibly long. ESPECIALLY if ur autistic/have a hyperfixation like topher did. so total drama, chris in particular, was his LIFE

it is especially very.. unintentionally meta that so late in the show and in one of the most hated seasons you have this character who competes on the show with the intent of trying to make it better. he still loves it (or at the very least chris) but thinks it wasnt as good as it once was (again. chris). and again as a teen w a hyperfixation it hurts to see something u like go to shit. and in tophers case, its what awakened his dream to become a host someday. so what better way than to "fix" the show you loved by taking over, right? topher certainly has the drive and the motivation to try and make his dreams a reality, even if he does waste time and get distracted a bunch.

so imagine after years and years, you finally meet your idol. youre just so excited and wanna let him know just how much of a fan you are to get on his good side in general, but also as a networking opportunity. youve always wanted to be a host, so now youre not only meeting a host but THE host. so you try to talk but he doesnt really care. and youre just complimenting him and its bugging him. and giving him constructive criticism is also not allowed. and you flat out ask if you could just.. explain a challenge to the others at least once and he gets.. mad at you?

what are you doing wrong? nothing, of course. its just him who doesnt get it. its just him who doesnt appreciate all the years YOUVE put into him. he doesnt understand all the time and effort youve put into being camera-ready and taking meticulous care of your hair and skin; including being in posing classes since age 11 and having a suspiciously intricate knowledge on plastic surgery. most people your age barely even know what theyre going to college for, youve got your whole life figured out compared to them

youve waited long enough, you have the looks and the skills, and if he wont give you what you deserve, then its time to take matters into your own hands

so you grow bitter and impatient (and frown wrinkles, oh no!). youve resulted to stealing this mans phone to contact the network yourself.

and then imagine when you finally put in the effort. and you think your dreams are coming true and it was just your idol-- your FORMER idol-- pulling a prank on you. on international television. for millions of people including potential employers to see. which also cost your team the challenge and got you eliminated in such a humiliating way.

everything you had ever worked for is gone in an instant. and its all thanks to who was once your hero. the one who gave your life a clear trajectory

the last we see of topher, he is unable to form coherent sentences and twitching. we genuinely have no idea how hes doing right now

but i hope hes okay

#td topher

[hologramcowboy]

Just a random thought that popped into my head about Elta & Jensen..... I don't think she was as insecure about herself back when she started dating Jensen as she is now. I think after she and Jensen started dating, she realized just how much women fangirled over and wanted Jensen and since he spent 9 months out of the year in Vancouver filming SPN, ALONE (most of the time), she started getting incredibly insecure and petty, especially since we all know there's no way Jensen wasn't sleeping his way thru Vancouver, and that's when the plastic surgery began. She figured if she could look like his "ideal" or "dream" woman, that she could keep him from looking elsewhere (i mean, why else would she write shit like "he's mine, bitches" on a pic of Jensen for a fan?) Too bad she hasnt realized that LOOKS DONT KEEP A MAN.

I'm guessing she realized that Jensen was going to do whatever he wanted so she decided to do the same, i.e Steeb. But at this point, she keeps up with the plastic surgery bc once u start, u can't stop. Jensen, unfortunately, isn't going to leave her. She knows that if he was going to, he would've done so already. I think he's "settled" on the idea of staying with her bc if he hasn't left her after everything she's done and how she's treated him, then there's nothing that will make him leave her. It's why I don't follow him on Twitter or IG anymore. I'm sick of seeing her ugly mug all over my timelines.

I'm serious starting to wonder about his mental wellbeing. He keeps pushing her as if she had talent or any redeeming quality. She does not. She is a talentless, classless bimbo with no soul so the fact that he endorses her is deeply creepy to me and, like you, I stopped following him because of her. A very long time ago. The saddest part is it's not just him posting about her but how pathetically, fakely he does it. Like he is not capable of real love, authenticity and responsibility. I'm more disappointed in the superficial man he comes off as when he makes posts about her and I end up feeling sad for her. I know she made her own bed but...he's a shitty husband. Sorry not sorry. I would divorce him with the speed of light and never look back. This is just my preference and opinion, of course, but though Jensen looks like my dream prince charming, he appears to be made of cardboard on the inside. Wrapping is beautiful but it fades, what stays is the soul and a soul that cannot be authentic or love cannot connect to someone elsel, not truly. This is one of those days where I wish he would just fall suddenly in real love with someone else and start living. Because right now he is just existing, arrogantly but sadly.

As for looking like his dream woman, Danneel is fooling herself. You cannot change yourself to meet that for anyone because it's something that comes from them. From their soul and their core desires. She's trying to fabricate herself into something she will never truly be, if she really loved Jensen she would let him go. Because he clearly does have an ideal and he should be living it. I hope he finds whoever or whatever circumstance/experience he is looking for in life.

#jensen critical #anti danneel #anti jenneel

[kaleidoscopic-quiddity]

ok wait now i wanna talk abt weird/interesting things from my experience getting top surgery. ive seen other ppl talk abt some of these things b4 but not all of em

i thought my surgeon was gonna do the incision, like, underneath the curve of my tiddies?? he ended up kinda slicing thru the middle of them, so my scars run over the middle of my pecs, not underneath them

speaking of; ig my pecs are more developed than i thought since my chest isnt like perfectly flat but rather both my pecs have a layer of fat/flesh on them and i can feel the muscle underneath

also the dip/space inbetween from when i had tiddies looks p much exactly the same, my surgeon said sometimes it ends up buldging out and a revision is needed but thankfully that didnt happen to me

the discharge nurse let me know afterwards that my tits were 11 kilograms (right 6kg and left 5kg) like no fucking wonder i have back pain at the tender age of 19

so yknow how pain raises ur body temp and makes u sweat?? immediately upon waking up i was so warm and damp i told a nurse id soiled myself and needed a change of underwear, i hadnt! i was just really fucking sweaty lol

i also threw up twice after waking up (fortunately into containers both times), turns out anesthetic doesnt agree w/ me, also it was like a dark bottle green?? since id been fasting from the night b4 ig i was bringing up nothing but bile

pre-surgery they cldnt get the IV in my left hand and had to switch to my right and ig that made my heart rate pick up bc one of the asistants immediately came by my head and talked to me to calm me down, he was rlly nice :)

im p sure i conked out within seconds of them getting the IV in and starting up the anesthetic too, none of that 'count back from 10' shit, i took like 2 and a half deep breathes and was OUT

from a combination of the iodine and natural swelling/bruising my chest looked REALLY yellow for like 3 weeks after surgery

i got sent home the same day i got my surgery, they keep some ppl over night if theres complications but apparantly i was all good to go after resting in the post-op ward for few hours

speaking of, i woke up, puked, got some water, dicked around on tumblr, called my mum, took an 'i lived bitch' selfie, slept for a few hours, woke up, went on tumblr again, got dressed w/ some help from a nurse, pissed (by myself, woo!), and then got discharged

my scars are uneven! my left incision goes further under my armpit than my right one, and my scars vary in thickness, it actually looks kinda like ive got two scars on my left side bc it thins out so much in the middle for a few milimeters

my nipples are also a lil uneven and they ended up puckering up as they healed so i kinda looks like ive always got stiff nips oops, also theyre more brown than pink

apparantly that might be bc they took the nipple graft from my areaola bc they werent able to graft the actual nipple, idk ¯_(ツ)_/¯, obvi it doesnt look perfectly like a cis guy's nipples but i knew the chances of achieving that were relatively small + p dependent on how i healed so like im not too bothered by it

my surgeon used dissolvable stitches and one of em ended up poking out thru my scar a lil b4 it disolved, which was weird

showering w/ a plastic sandwich bag duct taped to ur chest so u dont get ur scars and nips wet is An Experience TM i'll tell u that

my scars stretched!! it happens!! esp if u raise ur arms, which u will inevitably have to do eventually, idk if they'll ever fade on their own or if i'll need scar revision treatment in the future but fortunately they didnt go keloid

my surgeon used what he called crosshatched stitching rather than drains so that saved me a lot of discomfort, i DID get a slight build up of like, i think around 40ish mls of fluid in my left side a few weeks after surgery, but my surgeon dealt w/ it by p much just poking it w/ a syringe and draining it out lol

which i didnt even feel him do at the time bc of the nerve damage lmao, which was weird asf since i could very much SEE him sticking the needle in but couldnt feel it at all

i regained my mobility like, straight away?? my surgeon said bc im young + relatively healthy it was likely that id bounce back from surgery quick but like,, i had none of the exhaustion, pain, or immobility ive seen ppl describe??

i couldnt lift my arms very high for a while obvi but like i was fine dressing myself and even washing my own hair if i just leaned over

having to sleep upright for a few weeks after surgery was v annoying since i usually rotate like a shawarma trying to find a comfy sleeping position

the post-op chest binder was sensory hell bc it was scratchy and it kept slipping down my back since it had no shoulder straps, also i accidentally bruised my ribs a lil bit by wearing it too tight oops, the fuckin relief i felt when they told me i cld stop wearing it

the post-op 'please wear these at all times so u dont get thrombosis' socks were p comfy tho, idk why they didnt cover my toes tho

regaining the sensation around ur scars is weird! my right side's been completely fine but ig bc my left scar is thicker + longer ive been getting some pain n tightness, its not a persistent issue or anything but its just kind weird bc ive never had any surgeries or major injuries to heal from before this one

u will have to get ur boobs felt up and examined probaby multiple times b4 surgery, this will feel very different from touching ur own boobs and, in my case, was ticklish??

my posture has improved somewhat since getting top surgey, what not having 11kg of weight hanging off ur chest and compressing it in towards ur ribs/spine for roughly 9 hours a day will do to a mf ig

#ftm #transgender #top surgery #og post // #uuuh fine to rb ig lol

[faith--in-the-future]

I've been saying for a bit that it's not... Louis' team, it's more than likely HIM. And hey, that's his choice so we should accept it bc if it was his team, I think he would have dumped them a while ago especially when he brought BMG on board. Matt Vines and Simon Jones would have been loooong gone. I want to know that he's happy with what he's achieved and accomplished so far bc it's great. But in order to get out this pop image and be accepted into an indie community, he has to put himself out there a little more and get out of his comfort zone. But again, he's in charge and we can only support him endlessly.

I've talked about this before but like objectively I do think that if he wanted to fire his team he could have and he would have done it by now so it means that he's choosing to keep them;

but it has to be said imo that not all choices are the same or that just bc you're technically choosing something it doesn't mean that it was a completely free or independent choice, to make a hyperbole think for example at women who choose to stay with their abusive bfs, technically it's their choice but in real life we know that that choice is heavily influenced by their trauma and they're definitely not free, to make a less dramatic example we can also think of how kids who grow up with parents who smoke are much more likely to start smoking too, and thats technically their choice but is it really? what about women who get plastic surgery to look like Bella Hadid? is that truly a free choice? what about teens from poor family who choose to pursue careers in stable fields that can give them a secure paycheck even if what they really wanted to do was paint ?

why are all these people deliberately choosing something that us from the outside can see will be bad for them?

the truth is that all of our choices are intrinsically linked to our experiences, to our environment, to what life and the world have taught us, bc all of those factors are what guides the way we see the world and the options laid out for us, can u really make a free choice if you can only see the options through the lenses of your own subjective experiences? if you cant even see all the options? if you've been taught that some are just too scary or that you're just not enough for some of them?

I conclusion I'm just saying we always need to consider this when we see people who are making choices we don't understand and also always exercise compassion

#ask #anon

[satanfemme]

hey. i'm thinking of doing my top too but i am: scared and also: worried. how did u know you wanted it?

As a heads up, I'm gonna give you a different answer than what most other trans men are going to tell you about top surgery. ime, most men describe it as necessary, to relieve painful dysphoria, etc. which I'm sure are reasons you've heard before! but just know going into this response that ur gonna get something a lil unusual! thank u

so at the time I received top, I was 18-19 (decided I wanted to go forward it at 18, received it 2 months into being 19), tho ofc I'd already fantasized about it for years at that point too. I also identified as "just" nonbinary at that point, preferred they/them pronouns, and wanted to be fully androgynous in a genderless sort of way.... ironic considering how androgynous in a gender-FULL way I am now hdfjhgdfgfg. but! importantly, I also didn't experience dysphoria!!!!! + I still don't!

I did experience "social dysphoria", but since this was fully in relation to how others were treating me, rather than my actual body or some kind of internal angst, I never felt comfy calling it dysphoria. this is especially relevant in the case of surgery ofc, because I never had a moment where I saw my breasts pre-top and felt miserable over them or anything. no crying in the mirror moments for me, not over this, sorry. like, I've joked on here before about how I prefer being topless/nude whenever in private? well this was completely true pre-top as well, I was constantly tits out a lot of the time and this simply wasn't a problem for me. ffs I was too lazy to bind at ALL in the months leading up to my surgery, and didn't own bras post-middle school. so I was literally counting down the days til my breasts would be removed, while also just kinda letting them do whatever they wanted under my shirt anyway cause I couldn't be bothered. my "problem" with them was only that others would misgender me, whether they knew my pronouns/gender or not. so I wanted to find ways to masculinize myself somewhat, top surgery was one of those ways.

but that's only half the reason ofc! when I refer to transition related surgery as "plastic surgery" I'm only half kidding, because tho I know most others wouldn't label it that way, this is genuinely how I see it personally. idk whether or not I'd have gone thru with it just for strangers to read me a certain way, but it doesn't matter cause in reality a lot of my motivation was internally driven.... in that: I thought it'd look cute 💁‍♂️. u know when you're a kid and you imagine your ideal adulthood self? for me I would imagine a very genderless body, while I played with gothic fashion over it. wrt the former I'd imagine a flat chest, no visible genitalia under my bush, a general twink-y look. and I even briefly considered not getting nipple grafts, to contribute to this fully neutrois, almost inhuman, aesthetic. (my primary gender identities at the time were "neutrois" and "angel" to give u a better taste of the vibes here). but like I said, this wasn't in any way an angst to me, but rather thoughts I had in the same vein as when people casually wish their jawline was a "better" shape, their hair was shinier, or that they had a different eye color or something. u know what I mean? in some ways, I was even a little sad about losing my breasts (pre-top, never post), because I thought they were very cute too! just not cute for my ideal persona 🤷‍♂️.

anyway those were my two reasons, which in my mind at the time weren't even "how do I know I want it" as much as "lol I want it". and I type this out in so much detail on purpose cause like... so much has changed for me since then! I no longer care how others gender me 90% of the time (the exceptions are when my bio family does it, or if I feel the need to be stealth out of safety, like in men's rooms or prev workplaces). I also have a completely different view of my gender now! I'm a femme man :-) I'm still nonbinary, but not in the sense that I'm "neutral". rather, in the sense that I'm everything when I want to be :-)!!! in the years since my top surgery, I've also realized I have DID and psychosis, which greatly influence my gender, and basically guarantee that it'll continue to change over time.

and to conclude: I don't regret the surgery at all!! I LOVE having top surgery I LOVE having stretched out DI scars and I LOVE my hyperpigmented scarred nipples and I LOVE being flat! to be frank, I made this decision as a fucked up and impulsive teenager in the midst of a psychotic episode, with 0 self awareness nor even the healthy amount of pre-surgery anxiety/contemplation -- AND IT WAS ONE OF THE BEST DECISIONS OF MY LIFE! I don't know if these anecdotes help you, and I can not decide for you whether you "should" get top surgery or not. but these are the realities of my transition, and I like being able to offer this perspective for anyone who doesn't connect with the stereotypical ones. cause in my mind, after seeing both "sides" of our oppression claim that you can't make these decisions while mentally ill, or you can't make these decisions on frivolous impulse, or you can't make these decisions when young - lest you regret it for the rest of your life - the heart of my story here is truly "fuck that -- BODY AUTONOMY FOR ALL!"

and I'm very proud of that :-)

#Anonymous #thx for reading I hope this at least gives u something to think about even if it's not directly helpful to u #and regardless of what u decide: I wish u a lot of luck and love anon!

[justicerikai]

Charisma House - Superhuman Sharehouse Story “Charisma” - #42 Interview with Terra

Please read alongside listening to the drama track on Youtube.

Terra: Thank you for waiting everyone! Today’s all about Terra-kun! Hooray! You bunch of lucky dogs!

Terra: Ask me as much as you’d like and I’ll answer all of it

Terra: Eh? What’s charming about Terra-kun?

Terra: He’s beautiful, cool, has a sense of style, lovely hair, smells nice, great at signing, flawless!

Rikai: Ah, don’t get ahead of yourself as we will be the ones asking the questions here.

Terra: Oh, well hurry up already. Everyone’s waiting.

Iori: What’s your favorite food?

Terra: Cheese

Iori: Favorite drink?

Terra: Carbonated ones

Amahiko: What’s something you do every morning without fail after you wake up?

Terra: Get glued to the mirror. It spooks me every morning! Like eh! Who’s this handsome man! Ah, it’s me. Wah! Who’s this beauty! Ah, it’s me. And then it takes me about two hours to get me out of my room in the morning. Ehehe

Rikai: Just what are you doing in your room every morning

Ohse: U-um, can I?

Terra: Go ahead

Ohse: Do you have any worries or t-

Terra: I don’t.

Iori: That was a quick answer. You cut him off.

Terra: Well if I have to answer it’s how I’m often anemic?

Iori: Because you get nosebleeds from yourself

Terra: Correct

Ohse: Amazing…

Fumiya: If I remember it right, you’re a company president, yeah

Terra: Yep

Fumiya: What kind of company? Gotta be apparel, right?

Terra: Hey come on now, who cares about all that work stuff. Ask more about the mysteries behind Terra-kun’s charms. You’ve got no style, Fumiya-kun.

Fumiya: How old are you now?

Terra: ………….

Iori: Terra-san’s hair is really pretty

Terra: Thanks

Rikai: Is there something you do daily for it?

Terra: Nope. This is the so-called Terra Quality.

Sarukawa: S’gotta be a wig

Iori: Your skin is silky smooth too

Rikai: Do you also not do anything for that?

Terra: Yep, Terra Quality

Sarukawa: Prolly injects himself with some shit

Iori: And you have a lovely face too

Rikai: It puts celebrities to shame

Sarukawa: Obviously it’s plastic surgery

Terra: ONE OF YOU IS NOT LIKE THE OTHERS!

Sarukawa: Hah?

Terra: Stop heckling me and ask some questions instead! I’ll answer to anything

Fumiya: How old are you?

Terra: …….

Amahiko: Terra-san, what do you think that sexy stands for?

Terra: Huh?

Amahiko: I’d like to hear about your own definition of sexy.

Terra: Eeh, what would that be, it’s a bit difficult to say

Terra: But like, if you’re sure of what it means, doesn’t it lose half of its appeal? I think it’s sexier when I don’t really understand the cause or reason for stuff, strangely enough.

Amahiko: ECSTASYYYYYY—-!! Fufufufu, hahaha…

Iori: Eh, why did he suddenly break out in dance

Rikai: Must’ve been an answer he liked

Sarukawa: Aight, time to end it

Terra: EEH!? Isn’t this too soon!?

Sarukawa: S’more than enough, idiot. It’s done and over

Terra: I can keep firing off those answers, you know? You have to be dying to know more about Terra-kun, no?

Fumiya: Horoscope?

Terra: Leo

Fumiya: When’s your birthday?

Terra: 13th of August

Fumiya: When did you get born?

Terra: …………

Terra: Come ooon! Ask me more!!!

Terra: Favorite color? Yellow. Favorite animal? Terra-kun. How come your style is that great? Because it’s Terra Quality. Something you’re obsessed with lately? Looking for flaws. I can’t find them anywhere, you know~ Isn’t there anyone that knows? Tell me- TERRA-KUUUUUUUUUUUN!

#charisma house #charismahouse #terra #ito fumiya #kusanagi rikai #tendou amahiko #sarukawa kei #minato ohse #motohashi iori

[bostonkreme]

I need 2 collect myself, they are all such genuine fine lambskin sluts. tuck me in bed & read me pierre lapin wtf. let’s do this

karl urban gets this unhinged murderous look on his face and I want him to direct it at me

frenchie mon coeur my good trainspotting bitch, are you even alive? I love you. I hate myself. If anything happened 2 u I’d bomb the national archives. c’mere i wanna shave something funny in ur hair. I know u took my fishnets but im not mad they obviously look great. alexa play nuxx by underworld before I START. SCREAMING. just kidding play that song by toulouse. I will risk it all & end up dead or incarcerated.

kimiko could make me do whatever she wanted, queen of cooking & dancing & murder. I wanna be her so bad. I will settle 4 adoring her

would also commit such serious crimes for mothers milk, he makes the slightest facial movement & I am on the edge of my seat. the tension when he pauses. he makes me wanna be a better person fr this is all so grey I’m fine

so so confusingly attracted to jack quaid, he’s exactly age appropriate & I love a well meaning comedic disaster, but…lineage. I know it’s you parent trap, I’ve got mail ok, I can’t look at you knowing I wanted to fuck your parents before I even knew what that meant. you look exactly like both of them get away from me

I’m upset about starlight going full instagram face. but I get it. everyone has filler, that’s not what I’m talking about. I understand that nose jobs are basically a welcome mat for an entertainment career, but when ppl in their 20s get buccal fat removal??? etc

it makes me sad, she was SO cute in jessica jones & is obviously gorgeous now, I just hope she’s okay later in life. I worry about people who seriously alter their faces super young!! fucking look at what they already did to dove cameron, for gods sake someone explain. I thought the point of cosmetic procedures & plastic surgery was to touch up what you already have AS you age or change something that makes you really insecure, but we are spitting out carbon copied barbies FULLY FACIALLY TRANSPLANTED BEFORE AGE 30 at a rate I cannot handle!!

discover the joy of playing with every weird kind of barbie why don’t u. how…what’s the long term testing on that much surgery in your 20s for purely cosmetic purposes? how does it hold up & affect your nerves? who was patient zero. do you realize what it looks like after a decade when a surgeon didn’t do your eyelids EXACTLY right? who wants to worry about that??

help I actually don’t know, I’m just frustrated in a way that is hard to articulate. obv I have my own image hang ups like we all do & I’m not saying erin moriarty specifically got a full head transplant & none of this is on her at all. she should do whatever & not have to explain it & when she shows up somewhere looking like this I’m like………

carry on madam, as u were, I would never even dream of challenging you??? I can handle that our eyes no longer both squint unevenly when we lopsidedly smile. and the outrageous editing, do ppl really always do that outside of photoshoots? yes. they do. wtf. none of these pictures match & you’re already so good looking. why must everyone have the exact same face without even the slightest defining characteristics. and almost everyone doing this was pretty much already industry standard gorgeous to begin with???

decided I’m going grey AND getting so much filler. I would like the sexy old witch package, just age me right up I’m tired. where in the hell was I going w this. oh jesus christ that’s right yeah I’d die 4 starlight like I do not have any notes for her I don’t think. god, so much happened I really don’t know

maeve. maeve?? QUEEN MAEVE. I will rip out every single inch of every single metro line with my bare hands & become the movie volcano. I will sink the entire eastern seaboard into the atlantic if you ever scare me like that again. love you.

the a-train storyline was like watching the writers meticulously craft two perfect beautiful puffy little cannolis & then when I’m about 2 cry at the sheer wonder of these pastries in front of me they shove them both in my ears at mach speed

antony starr is so gifted at making me hate him, I can’t even tell if he’d be attractive with brown hair bc the picture when I pause is too small and I’m already so afraid

I can’t look at chace crawford without thinking abt that girl who publicly shit herself in front of him, what a fucking queen, I know I have the screenshot somewhere bc I would never delete it. shelly miscavige is still missing btw

they gave black noir some dialogue & that was rly where they went with it. an episode that dealt so much additional trauma to my already fragile psyche that it straight up canceled out what I was already carrying around in real life. what if we all died with him in first person lmfao. my fucking synapses quit firing. I am no longer a girl, I’m a fucking iPod touch with a cracked screen playing map of tasmania by amanda palmer & I will remain this way probably at least thru the end of the week. do not plug me in or take me off repeat 1 okay just let me vibe, thank u

jensen. another very specific kind of ‘it’s 2005 and channel 3 the WB is blaring on my fatback tv with a huge antenna & we can’t acknowledge gavin degraw or he gets louder’ type of brain damage. wait now it’s 2009, do u guys wanna see my bloody valentine 3d? yeah it’s only been 5 mins but this guy is definitely the deranged killer. his friends like. abandoned him in a mine shaft.

I actually feel bad 4 him if he’s completely straight bc he definitely got offered so much dick in late 90s LA

this bitch is lifted shifted higher than the ceiling. did god take away his dog or did I hallucinate that. idk that was the best/worst month ever and I didn’t make it to the last season but I also don’t wanna say how far I did make it

what the god damn fuck do u want me 2 say

how’s it hangin coward why’d you put a sock on it

oh right the character. he’s the worst. what if we made stucky happen except he’s one person & he’s fucking himself. what if we rolled those two enormous old fruits into a stale swisher & let charlie sheen smoke it behind a gander mountain

red headed crazy girl from jessica jones is holding this show together. the affection I feel for her is tangible. she can rip out my hair instead, I’ve got extra fr

HOT SENATOR. I CANT EVEN REMEMBER HER NAME I AM SO FUCKING SORRY, GOD. MY BRAIN TURNED OFF EVERY TIME. IT’S VICTORIA. ALSO QUEEN OF MURDER

cherie 💕🥰💖 we will have a winter wedding. im thinking bordighera but whatever she wants

resurrect the milf. I can’t stand the udders and this psychotic prick needs his fucking mommy milkies bc no one ever fucking loved him and actually I shouldn’t even have to factor that in for that choice to be on the table. im kidding that would be dumb but what happened to her fkn baby lmfao was it super. don’t talk to me about the other kid I CANT

laser baby’s day out is still the best part of this universe. I believe that firmly

the real life political echoes are feeling a little too on the nose. kripke, I’m FINALLY ready to fight u and win. ugh, good job I think 😂

im good. im fine

#said while levitating & furiously ashing a pink sobranie that went out 20 mins ago #Ali aren’t u glad I posted this on an empty side blog instead of texting it to you #fine I’ll tag this but do not perceive me #the boys

[topconfessions]

We need to talk about the guts that BigBang as a group have, personally I don’t stan them but Jesus Christ the little things they let out are so big for me if u take the fact that they were the group who helped to pave the way for what K-pop is today. Bc for me TOP speaking about being treated as a slave for his company is such a dangerous thing… out of the top three I think YG is the most dangerous one to be involved with bc if u do ur research u KNOW that the CEO is a big fish in Korea… I would be shaking in my boots every time I slipped something out.

Tbh, I get where you're coming from 100% but TOP only said that cause he had the luxury to say it because he's old now, nobody on a grand scale is or was ever particularly checking for him, and the times have changed where it's more apparent now than ever that youth runs everything. It's a social media game now and the industry works differently than how it did when he was BTS age working and coming up. Once you age out of your field and your career slows past its peak (icon or a regular artist with no hits) you can pretty much whatever the heck you wanna say. I believe people only extend this grace to and expect it from has been or people who fell off and lost a lot.

Let's pretend TOP was in Parasite or a top Oscar nominated movie and was sweeping awards in career as well as America, I don't believe he would have 100% been so gutsy to say it. He may have still said it cause America eats that up and America is open as well as encouraging of stars saying controversial things with no filter whether its true or not. I believe top said that freely cause he has been personally scorned in some ways (although he isn't lying) and he internalized it a lot back then i.e it affected on an emotional level as opposed to a lot of stars who probably felt the same way but let it go or don't speak on it cause they've lived their lives in ways where it's not hindering them on any level professionally or personally.

I just think he said it cause he could afford to say it, he feels some type of way about it, he's already been through scandals and is from a company rife with them so it's not gonna immediately blow up if he says that and cause he's not in a peak phase of his career anymore and under a contract where he has to watch what he says.

I still follow her but although I don't really like HyunA anymore, to me she's the real ballsy idol cause she had major balls to undermine her agency heads and dispute the statement they put out about her dating then pull a younger talent out of the company to go join her for dating, on top of having her group disband and most of that ending cause she had too many solo responsibilities on top of prioritizing dawn over them in the end.

He told the truth though but I feel while it healthy and I'm so glad he exposed how trash the industry can be, only delusionals and young people or saesang/ Otaku fans are oblivious to what the truth of the industry is. Like how I mentioned hyuna for example, she too shed a lot of her peak image and everything she said she wasn't is what she is now.

You don't have to shake in your boots when your career has concluded. He's not an idol anymore. His fanbase is grown now or parents and he has to focus on mature markets or core old head fans who still pay attention. If he drops an album he won't be on music bank or any of those music shows promoting it then doing the whole press run like younger acts or older acts who care. It's like memoir speak at this point.

Love top down and I'm glad he told the truth but aside from liking the rest of that interview, he played into that toxicity and didn't speak against it when he was still active plus he reaped major benefits from it. He's not really saying anything we don't know. It's brutal hell but you get a makeover, plastic surgery access, connections access, money (if you make it and chart) and other things that you can't get without being an idol.

So it's like the pot calling the kettle black.

[menalez]

Same anon from today abt QLU: Completely agree

lexi 👎🏾 aussie 👎🏾 mildred 👎🏾👎🏾👎🏾

I feel so bad for Rae honestly. She was visibly uncomfortable the entire show, you could tell she was pushed into participating by Lexi. she mentioned she was completely blackout drunk during the sexual encounter with vanessa, which makes me question the consensual aspect. as someone who used to get blackout drunk I understand how confusing that is, and to have people constantly bringing it up and calling it "fingergate" is so humiliating and gross. I also learned Lexi has an onlyfans now and is dating another onlyfans model, which, not to shame her, but it's just a bit sad. I'm glad rae is free now, i don't think lexi was good for her.

Aussie we know has a lot of growing to do. Sam deserves better and I thought and hoped she was going to leave single. I feel like they are back at square one. I did not think proposing with a rock was cute (in another context, maybe, but since it's aussie, it seemed like she wasn't taking things seriously.) It doesn't really feel like they are actually engaged. It feels like everything is just going to go according to Aussie's plan and timeline, with Sam capitulating on all fronts once again. I also had a crush on aussie in the beginning but I'm so over it now. not to be age-ist but the immature way she was acting contrasted sharply with her age, to the point where she looked older and older as the series went on. Like idk how to explain it, she looks damn good for her age but I just kept on thinking "you are 40!" the more time passed and became more and more aware of her physical age compared to the mental.

Mildred... i have no words... DV and getting mad at someone for calling the police when you were the one throwing things. i hope people don't start circulating those false stats about how lesbians are more prone to DV. But just... why did the only lesbian dating show have to end on such a disturbing note. mildred was disturbing.

And YOLY!!! I was so taken aback her actions in ep9 because I feel like the edit favored her previously and she acted so trashy suddenly. The way she acted in the ultimatum episode confused and shocked and baffled me. like the whole time I was like... "I thought you were engaged, are people allowed to do and say these things when they're engaged???"' It made no sense... But wtf girl why did she take off the ring and front like she wasn't engaged, letting xander confess to her, and then flip flop saying she was engaged but she loved xander more, like what was she even hoping to achieve? I was rooting for her but what in the fuck was that?? I truly did not understand what she was doing in that episode, like i'm still confused right now. How did she fumble so hard when two hot butches both were professing their love to her? I think xander and mal both dodged a bullet there in the end.

completely agree when you said "u just accepted someones proposal n then here u are doing things i’d constitute as cheating w another woman.." I could not wrap my head around it. There's a clip of the uncut footage on reddit that shows Yoly was even kissing xander on the mouth after accepting the proposal from Mal. Like wow. i wish mal and xander the best though.

I'll end this here. Hope the rambling wasn't too long or unhinged. This whole show stressed me out so much. thanks for introducing it to me but goddahm it was so much messier than I expected, especially after the reunion. I was so happy at first, like "yay lesbians on tv!" but then, apart from the general reality tv toxicity and messiness, there were some reminders about the anti-woman hellscape we're living in that even lesbian's can't escape 1) pronouns 2) plastic surgery (vanessa got a major nose job :((() 3) "sex work" (Lexi's OF) and 4)DV. I'm glad it exists, though, it ellicited many emotions. If you have any more takes or posts about the show I would love to read them.

Also there's a new lesbian reality tv show called "I kissed a girl" coming out soon on BBC. The gay predecessor, 'I kissed a boy" just wrapped up, and it was pretty good. I was wondering if you heard of it or planned on watching it.

xoxo

wait she was blackout drunk??? thats even worse oh my god.. i mean when she woke up it showed that she immediately regretted it and despite that, lexi constantly guilted and shamed her and demonised her which doesnt even make sense to me... like.. U WERE BROKEN UP ??///

agreed that calling it fingergate is gross tho. rae was clearly v distressed by the whole topic so..

i feel u on aussie. i found her attractive at first too but the temper tantrums changed my mind. i kinda get what u mean about her age, like i thought she looked very young for her age at first but then remembering her age and it being in contrast w her behaviour made her feel a lot older somehow and not in a good way (for me age is generally a good thing lol but her immaturity just made it cringe that shes 42 and Like That)

i get what u mean about DV stats etc cause i thought similarly. i do like that it did show that butches arent the ones who are likely abusers tho, and also yeah i feel like in most couples it was toxic as hell and u could argue someone in the pair is abusive. vanessa (manipulative), mildred (straight up abusive), aussie (always leaving & abandoning her partner, no communication), lexi (controlling and manipulative)... yoly out of her couple but i would say its a reach to say shes abusive or controlling.

ur right yoly's behaviour around the engagement stuff was very weird

also omfg i didnt realise vanessa got a nose job. i noticed she seemed like she got some lip filler but NOOOO i loved her nose wtf !!

whats the show i kissed a boy & i kisssed a girl about ???

[angelplummie]

Can you do bully tendon or atsumu ???? Pls I love your work🥺🥺

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BULLY MIYA ATSUMU X F!READER

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Warnings: bullying, verbal abuse, manipulation, negging i suppose???, angst, anger issues (once more), reference to suicide, depression, unrequited love, i want to say mommy issues, there’s no solid proof, but i just know they’re there

Atsumu was nice to you, or that’s what he told you.

He didn’t make you embarrass yourself, or give him sexual favours, or even lend him money. You should be thankful he’s so kind on you, there are much worse guys out there that would abuse the leverage he has over you, trust him, he would know.

But just because there are worse guys doesn’t stop the constant stream of texts you get from him everyday after school, sometimes in the morning if he’s up early enough.

u looked rlly gross today

maybe u should get plastic surgery, maybe then boys will want to fuck u

u should hear how they talk about u in the locker room, it’s hilarious

I should record some for u next time

also do u hear how loud you pant when you run LMAO

how do u even show up to gym without wanting to killing urself?

why don’t u ever respond?? Maybe if u grew a personality I’d lay off a bit

ur lucky I even pay attention to u, ur so boring and useless and ugly, I don’t know why I bother

u better not b thinking abt blocking this number, and u better not snitch. I’ve been nice and haven’t laid a finger on a greasy little hair of urs, but don’t push ur luck

The first couple times it happened, you couldn’t come out of your hysterics, absolutely balling, listening to ping after ping after ping.

Nowadays you hardly even read them, and you aren’t sure why he keeps doing it. He should know he’s effectively destroyed your body image by now, you don’t leave the fucking house and when you do it’s in baggy t-shirts and sweats. You don’t know what he’s after, maybe he thinks he’s sustaining it now, he’s pushed it down but he’s gotta keep it low, as if the human ego is that resilient.

Whatever it is, he keeps doing it.

And you can sense his annoyance at your indifference, he wants you to really soak in every word he says, to feel it hit you as hard as the first times, have you scrabbling at your keyboard to type ‘pls stop, why r u doing this?’

U kno what, I’m not entirely sure ur reading these.

I think what I’ll do is give u a little test tomorrow after school, u won’t mind coming to practice will u?

You roll your eyes and throw your phone on your bed. He can’t ‘test you’ over the phone?

Your phone lights up again.

Don’t fucking leave me on read when I ask u a question, will u be there after school? I’m not asking again.

You sigh and pick it back up, shooting him a quick Yes, Atsumu, and putting your phone on do not disturb. You could check in the morning if he said anything of note that he’d want to test you on, but for now, you just wanted to sleep.

Ugh, this is such a pain. I don’t wanna go to the volleyball practice. He will definitely be there, I don’t want him to see me. I don’t want anyone on the volleyball team to see me. Whatever. It’s not like I can not go, Atsumu will just do something worse. I’ll just get it over with.

The next morning, you woke in a cold sweat. It was that same fucking dream. You were in the right on the shore of a stormy ocean, but every time you tried climbing out you ended up getting dragged back in further to the grey ocean. It always ended with a tentacle wrapping around your leg and yanking you deeper, and then you’d be up.

Better check your phone, he might ask you something about it and you can’t imagine anything good coming from if you failed his impromptu quiz.

Oh, that’s weird. He only sent 1 message.

You open it, pushing hair out of your face and trying to wake yourself up a bit more.

Your heart plummets as you read the text, you can hear his stupid smug voice saying it too.

btw, if u somehow manage to mess this up, then i might slip up and tell someone something u really don’t want him to know

That fucking bastard.

That evil fucking bastard.

You wanted to scream. You can’t believe you were stupid enough to tell him at the end of second year that you still had an enormous, absolutely devastating crush on his fucking twin brother.

He wasn’t like the other boys in your year. He was gentler, he wasn’t so loud or so scary. When you spoke to him, he would actually listen.

You, him and Atsumu were actually somewhat of a trio all through first and second year, you remember the hours you spent at practice with them, watching them bicker, being the completely biased judge to settle all their disputes, cheering at their games, hiding in their closet when their mother grounded them from seeing their friends. You don’t know what happened, but you didn’t see Tsumu all summer, then when he came back he was a whole different person.

After summer, Atsumu wasn’t the only one to change. Osamu wondered why you hardly hung out anymore, why the only time he saw you was in lesson (where you thankfully sat near each other), and when he did see you, why you looked so drained, so... miserable. He didn’t push though, he didn’t want to overwhelm you, but he had to admit he was worried.

You never planned to tell Osamu how you felt, how could you? You knew you weren’t anything like what boys your age wanted. Atsumu hardly let you forget.

Did he really want you dead? Did he want you gone? Because he was acting like it. You can’t imagine what drugs he could’ve take over the summer, but he wasn’t the same kid.

You didn’t know why he hated you so much all of a sudden, but surely there’s nothing you could’ve done that would make him despise you this much. It was like he was possessed, it was bizarre.

Well, guess you have to pass his stupid fucking test, whatever the fuck that is. What does that even fucking mean anyway? Pretentious prick, thinks he’s some kind of fucking Jigsaw-type game master bitch just because he made you hate yourself or something? Egotistical asshole..

Angrily, you started preparing for the school day. This would be a long one.

Just as you had predicted, this day seems never ending. The nerves are eating you up inside, making you jittery the whole day, especially when talking to Osamu. He seemed particularly concerned today, which made your heart flutter because he was so perceptive, he should be particularly concerned today.

Finally, horribly, the end of the day rolled around. You inches your way to the gym, dragging your feet across the dirt.

Dread weighed heavy like a lump of iron in your stomach, and your hands shook when you knocked on the open door of the gym to get Atsumu’s attention. He swivelled around and smirked, beckoning you to him. You walked slowly, politely, towards him, and he revelled in the way he stood tall above you.

“Hello, Y/N.”

“Hello,” you murmured, eager to get this over with.

He asked his coach for just a few spare minutes with you, to which the coach agreed to. He gave him a warm smile and pulled you to the benches by the side.

You could see Osamu hitting spikes from the corner of your eye, you tried not to focus on him.

“Alright, before we start, lose that dead look in your eyes. You’re not a fucking corpse, stop acting like it.”

It felt surreal to talk to him in real life again, his abuse had been purely technological for so long, it felt like it wasn’t the same person. But it was. It was the Tsumu that you had shared your first kiss with at a middle school sleepover that hated you so much it made his gut churn. It was the same Tsumu that comforted you when your cat died that told you to kill yourself at least once a day. It was your previous best friend in the whole world that wanted you to suffer more than anyone ever has.

You blinked at him, and he probably decided it was a lost cause, because he carried on speaking.

“First question, how did you look yesterday?”

You took a deep breath.

“‘Really gross’”

He snorted.

“Very good. Second question, if you want boys to fuck you, what should you do?”

You stared at the ground.

“‘Get plastic surgery’”

“See, is it so hard to pay attention? You’re doing very well!”

You feel tears prick your eyes and your fists clench. You shouldn’t be crying right now. Aren’t you used to it? It shouldn’t be any different in person, but still...

“Third question, what do you do when you run?”

...

Oh no.

“I said-“

You can’t remember.

“-what do you do-“

His voice is getting louder, your gaze is fixed on his feet, trying not to panic.

What did he say about running? Why can’t you remember? You read those messages ten times over this morning to make sure, how could you forget?

“-when you run?!”

Every noise in the gym was quiet as Atsumu’s voice boomed round the hall, the only audible thing was the rebound of a forgotten volleyball hitting the ground.

“I-I can’t remember...” you whispered, desperate for the attention to be drawn away from you.

“Tsumu? Y/N? What’s going on?”

Oh god, please, anyone but him.

“Y-y-you forgot?” Atsumu mocked in a hushed tone as Osamu walked over, visibly confused.

“I thought you understood the rules, Y/N.”

“Please Atsumu, please don’t do this,” you begged breathlessly, hopelessly, pointlessly.

“Y/N, what’s going on? Are you guys fighting?” Osamus warm eyes flickered over to you, and you opened your mouth to answer before the bane of your existence spoke again.

“Y/N wants to tell you something but she’s very shy.”

“Atsumu-“

“You know maybe I should tell you for her, I wonder if she’ll be able to get the words out.”

You felt sick, you hardly even heard your own voice as you pleaded out Atsumu’s name.

Osamu stared in utter confusion as his brother turned towards him and put on his fake-kindness voice, all the while you tugged on his jersey from behind him, begging him to stop.

“Y/N actually-“

“Atsumu.” he interrupted his brother seriously. He didn’t have the slightest idea what was going on, but he knew you weren’t ok at the moment, and he knew you were distressed from your weak voice and that look on your face.

“She doesn’t want you to tell me, leave it.”

Osamu saw a flash of irritation on Atsumu’s face, making him frown.

“I think you’ll want to hear this though.”

This couldn’t be happening. You feel a bit lightheaded, a little ill. The horror of the scene unfurling in front of you had stunned you into silence.

“She has a massive crush on you, Samu! Isn’t that funny?”

You hadn’t realised how silent the gym was until Atsumu stopped talking.

Everyone’s eyes were on you.

Perfect. Just heavenly.

Before anyone could say another word, you turned to the door and walked away, footsteps reverberating around the court.

Shame and anger glazed over your eyes as you disjointedly walked past the school building, clutching your bag straps for dear life.

What the fuck was his problem?

Why did he hate you so much?

What had you ever done to deserve this?

You hated him. You fucking hated him.

As you left the school gates under the light of the setting sun, you felt a big hand on your shoulder.

Oh, I wonder who it could be, you thought dryly

Sure enough, it was evil in a fucking high schooler.

“I said you didn’t understand the rules, not that the game was over,” he drawled.

You were so over this, so fucking mad. In a way, you were set free by the fact your secret was out. You didn’t have to put up with his bullshit anymore.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you spat, shoving him away.

He looked down at you, disgruntled.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you were now openly crying, but you were so furious you couldn’t care, “I never did anything to you, I thought we were best fucking friends.”

He furrowed his eyebrows and opened his mouth to retaliate, probably with something arrogant but you bit back fast, temper getting the better over you.

“You can’t act like you fucking own me anymore Miya Atsumu. You don’t have shit on me anymore, so leave me the fuck alone. I don’t have to put up with you anymore, fucking wanker.”

You were losing all control of what you were saying, months and months of anger and sadness and bitterness spilled out, it was hard to stop.

“Are you happy now? Are you happy now that you’ve ruined my fucking life? Did it make you feel good? Did it make you feel big to be mean to a woman? Did you get off on that?”

“Shut-“

“You-you know what, I would’ve preferred if you made me fuck you or give you money, or whatever the fuck freaks like you want. You really are a fucking sicko, Atsumu.” you were slurring your words, choking on them through your sobs. You were sure you looked hideous, all snot and wet tears and resentment.

“You learned you could blackmail me so you, what, verbally assault me? Is that the best you could come up with? You must be the lamest excuse for a blackmailer I’ve-“

He clapped a hand over you’re mouth all of a sudden and shushed you. You hadn’t been looking in his eyes while you were ranting, but he was furious. You had never seen him this mad.

“Keep it the fuck down, noisy bitch, you want the whole team finding out?”

You bit down hard, and Atsumu hissed in pain, letting go of your face.

“I said don’t fucking touch me.”

You swivelled on your heel and stormed away as he watched you, seething and nursing his hand.

you collapse on your bed, tears threatening to drown you.

Being angry was nice, but short lived.

Now all you were left with was misery and shame and embarrassment.

Oh god, what did Osamu think of you now? Did he hate you? You hope he understood at least a little why you stopped hanging around him. You didn’t think you had the heart to tell him everything else that happened, as much as you’d like to see Atsumu get it.

Your phone chimes in your discarded bag, and you sigh, eyes puffy and tired from crying at you reach in to get it.

Oh! it’s Osamu!

you open it without thinking, immediately regret it, then proceed to read his message anyway.

Hey. ik u might not want to talk to me rn, but i just want you to know that i know what ur thinking, and i do still want to be friends. i’m sorry i can’t like u that way, and i’m sure u were never gonna tell me, but i think it’s good that i know now, cuz now u can stop ignoring me right? we can go back to like it was before yeah?

i miss u

also i’m gonna beat up atsumu, hope that makes u feel better

As you read the messages, you begin crying again, but happy tears. You didn’t realise how much you missed him until now, it felt like your first breath of fresh air in ages.

Maybe things would be alright.

For you, maybe.

Atsumu was losing his shit.

He was walking home after Osamu told their mum to leave him, coach told him to work on endurance. The cold night air was only heightening his anxiety, as he thought about how he had brashly throw away the grip he had on you.

He had lost you, and he had no one to blame but himself.

Of course, that didn’t stop him trying to blame you for ignoring him and pissing him off. He hated when you ignored him. And you seemed to do it so much, there’s only so much a man can take.

Truth is, if anyone had a massive crush, it was Atsumu. When you told him summer before 3rd year that you liked his brother better than him, that you only liked his brother, and liked him a lot, he couldn’t describe the agony of putting all the pieces together and realising you wanted Osamu, not him.

He couldn’t bear to look at you, your face made him so angry he thought he would throw up. So when you came back after the summer, looking more radiant than ever, he knew he had to do something, had to squash this glow, had to make you feel as horrible and disgusting and unwanted as he did.

It wasn’t like he would do it forever, he had a plan, just a little longer, and he would start being kind to you. He would show you that no one else would ever love you, like he did, and he knew you would believe him. You would be together, and everyone could be happy.

But his temper was hot and untameable when he was provoked, and your nonchalance was driving him insane.

He had ruined everything, but his feelings of hatred and love remained.

And he would take everything down with it.

WOO this was a wild one, thanks for sticking around till the end, hope u enjoyed! reblogs appreciated, bye love u bye 💞💞

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[allywritesforfun]

can i request? a scenario where wilbur's s/o admitted to him that they had plastic surgery and veneersOPTIONAL because of them getting bullied before? i just finished watching a drama about it and i really fell inlove with the story ^_^

u dont need to do this request if u dont want to btw! no pressure! ^_^

yes of course! I did some research and I think I understand it. if there's something that's not exactly true please let me know for that I can fix it! also, what drama I would love to check it out!

{The Truth} Wilbur Soot x Reader

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word count: 1314

trigger warnings: swearing, little angst

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"You're still not ready!" Wilbur called.

Today was a big day for you and Wilbur. After a year of being together, you two finally decided to get professional pictures done. It was about time, you've been asking to get pictures done for the longest time now. You were tired of framing low quality camera photos to the wall.

It was a lot harder to find a date than you expected, but there was no way that you could've predicted that Lovejoy blew up the way that it did. That left Wil with a lot to juggle on his plate and you had to keep pushing the date back.

But Wil managed to clear his schedule for the day, even if it meant pulling an all nighter. But it was all worth it to see you smile.

"I'm almost ready!" You called back. "Just some highlighter and setting spray and then I'll be done!"

"You've been in there for an hour darling, you don't possibly need that much make up," Wilbur pushed open the door and leaned against the frame. "You look perfect without any, I don't understand why you spend so much time on it."

You sighed. Wilbur always had to bring up your make up addiction. No matter how many times you told him to leave it alone, he never could. He just wasn't the type of boyfriend to let things like that go. He saw how beautiful you look and he wanted nothing more for you to see what he saw.

"It's all just eyeliner, Wil," You assured him. "I wanna make sure that the wing is perfect for the camera. That would be so embarrassing if it wasn't even."

"No one is gonna notice if your eyeliner is off by a few trilla-meters,"

You turned around, "Yes they will. People notice every little detail and point it out."

Wilbur stared back you shocked, you were never one to lash out at him. He looked at the ground and took a deep breath to regather his thoughts. You turned back to the mirror, you couldn't believe it yourself. Wilbur was the last person you would lash out at.

"Y/n, are you okay? This isn't like you," Wilbur came beside you and rested his hands on the counter.

You shook your head and grabbed the spray, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just step out a second for that I can finish up."

Wilbur got closer to you and put his hand behind your back, "No. You seem so stressed out about this photoshoot and I will not have you leaving this bathroom all sad."

"I'm not sad," You told him. "I just felt a little rushed, but the longer that you're in here the longer that it will take."

Wilbur grabbed you by the shoulders and turned you around to look at him. He smiled instantly and rubbed gentle circles into your shoulders, “I leave the second that I know that you’re okay. I mean gosh, y/n, look at you. You are so fucking cute. I mean just-” You turned you back around to look in the mirror. His hands shifted down to your waist and he rested his chin on your shoulder, “Do you see what I’m seeing? Like you have the most perfect face ever and smile for me-”

You shook your head. This was not the time to talk about your physical appearance right now. He loved how you look, but that wasn't really how you looked. That’s just how you wanted him to see you. He doesn't really know you, “I have to save my smiles...”

“That’s not the right attitude, darling,” Wilbur pressed his lips to your neck and tickled your sides. Damn. Your weakness. You broke instantly and hunched over trying to trap his hands in your hips. It worked, but only when you smiled.

“There!” Wilbur pointed at the mirror. “You see that perfect smile? You see that? That’s the-”

“Worst smile,” You interrupted him. You’ve had enough of this. Hearing him talk about how he loved your appearance when you knew it was all just a mask. He threw around the word ‘perfect’ like it was some toy. You were far from perfect and it killed you to think that you let Wil fall in love with something that wasn’t real. “I can't keep doing this anymore. It kills me inside, Wil, kills me.”

Wilbur crooked his head to the side and took a step back from you, “I-I’m sorry y/n. I didn't realize that this was such a touchy subject for you.”

“It’s not you. It’s 100% me, just sit down.”

“Like on the ground?” 

“Sit your ass down.”

Wilbur nodded and dropped to the floor. You turned and looked down at him. He looked up at you in the cutest way ever. You could tell that you hurt him and you felt terrible, you reached your hand out for him to take.

“Storytime. Back in high school I didn't look like this. I woke up every day and went to school in my pajamas, and people thought that was weird and kept making comments about how I looked like I was homeless, which they wouldn't  notice that they’re talking to a homeless person they are so stupid, but it hurt. So my senior year I decided that I would do my best, every single day to look good. I thought I looked amazing, but people just kept making comments about how make up doesn't work on me because my face unsymmetrical and how my smile looked like some hag because the were discolored and I just couldn't live like that anymore,” You looked down at Wilbur, he gave you an encouraging smile and squeezed your hand. “This, this isn't me. What you see is fake. I got plastic surgery, like a shit ton of it to look like I was in some Hollywood movie and got a veneer coating on my teeth that way I could feel comfortable smiling. I just feel so guilty that you think I’m so perfect when I’m not. I spent so much money to look like this and I can keep this lie up anymore. It’s okay if you’re mad or if you wanna-”

“Be with you the rest of my life?” Wilbur asked. He tightened his grip on your hand and pulled himself up. “Thank you for telling me but it makes no difference. You could've waited until we’re on our 100th kid I wouldn't care. I don't make you think that I’m only with you because of how stunning you are right?”

You shrugged, “You just mention it so much that I thought that it was a big deal to you. I was scared of letting you down.”

He pulled you in for a hug, “I could give two shits about what you look like. Fuck, if you want to change anything else to make you feel more confident take my money. You make me feel so good about myself every single day and you deserve everything that the world has to offer to make you feel confident and comfortable.”

“You really don't care?” You mumbled into him.

“Not one bit. And, I don't know what those people back in high school were on about. You looked like fucking royalty, I would’ve dumped every single person in that school to have you even look at me.”

“Stop the flattering, Wil, you didn’t know me in high school.” 

“Y/n, my whole job is being an internet personality. I know how to do some digging myself. Your prom pictures that your mom posted on Facebook? Model worthy.”

"That’s not fair!” You urged. “I wanted to show you embarrassing photos of me. Now my mom gets that privilege? Did you look at all of them?”

He nodded, “All the way back to the day you were born.” 

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cries @ your mammon fic, can i make a request if your requests are open? each of the bros react to mc having to get a surgery done (like for the heart) and theyre demons so this is an unfamiliar subject to them since they wouldnt ever need any surgery. So mc is extra fragile for the next 2 weeks or so when they need to recover, the hospital is full of machines the bros know nothing about either (like seeing mc's x-rays and being confused) medical treatment has changed a lot since the last time

My very first request! Sorry if this isn't up to your expectations or if it's OOC. I'm still learning! I'm re-doing the banner btw, so no banner for now.

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Fandom : Obey Me!

Type : HeadCanons

Pairings : Various x MC

Genre : Fluff, and a bit of comedy

Includes : Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor

Warning : Surgeries, hospital

Summary : You're going into a surgery in a few hours to get an open heart surgery, and the demon bros are a bit nervous and confused cause they're not familiar with human surgeries. After the surgery, they stay by your side until you are fully recovered.

Lucifer

Most likely to be the most calmest among the bros.

He made sure you are prepared both mentally and physically for this surgery.

He made sure you're on empty stomach before surgery so it will go smoothly.

You're nervous? He's gonna let down his pride and hold your hands until it is time for the surgery.

When the time has come, he will give you a reassuring smile to calm you down.

During the whole surgery, he wait outside the room; constantly pacing back and forth the hallway.

After it's done, the doctor call him to the office to explain the succession of the surgery while the nurses move you into a room.

When the doctor showed him an x-ray of your body, he's a little confused but kept calm nonetheless he's a little confused, but he got the spirit.

After listening about what to do and not to do while you recover, he then excuse himself to go see you.

By the time he got there, you were already awake; tubes and monitors on and around you.

He slowly and calmly approaches you.

When he's finally by your side, he put a hand on top of yours and gave you a soft smile. I mean the softest smile ever.

"See, I told you. You can do it." he then kisses your forehead gently like hanshjahzjBa it's cute ugh.

For the whole duration of the recovery, he stay by your side; comforting you, feeding you when you can't, giving you light kisses, and bringing you flowers.

Even after you're fully recovered, Lucifer still kept an eye on you just incase something happened to you.

More under the cut cause I was enjoying myself

Mammon

"You're going into a- WHAT?!"

Please calm him down, he's really nervous for your surgery. If you can, please shut his mouth as well.

He almost got kicked out due to how loud he is. Please reassure him that you will be fine throughout the whole surgery.

Will make sure you're prepared for it.

Tried to steal a picture from the waiting room, but that didn't go as plan. Keep an eye on him please.

He's not the best at words but he tried. A for effort.

While the surgery is going, he waited impatiently outside the room; constantly reminding himself that you're strong and you'll able to get through this.

When it was done, the doctor call him in. They then showed him an X-ray of you and tells him about the successful surgery.

"So this is the X-ray results, thankfully it's not hard to replace the heart due to the structure of the bones."

"Wait, that's MC's bones? How can you do that? Did you went inside their body and then take a photo of it?"

Yeah, he's a little confused.

After everything was explained to him, he quickly went to check on you. He got lost a few times while trying to find your room.

By the time he got there, you were still unconscious. So, he approaches you quietly.

He sat on a chair beside your bed and held you hand, just casually admiring you peaceful face. Sometimes he wonder how he got so lucky to have you.

Overall, you can just see the admiration on his face like agahsnsksnzhaj he loves you so much and is very happy you decided to choose him, and he's very grateful of you but he's too stubborn to admit that to your face.

When you wake up, he quickly let go of your hand and pretends to look out the window.

During your whole recovery, he stayed by your side and make sure you're comfortable. He brings your favorite flowers from time to time as well. He's not the best at actions either, but he tried.

Leviathan

Uh oh.

Crowded hospital? Weird computer stuff? People are gonna cut you open and replace your heart? Oh no.

When I say he's way more panicked than Mammon, he really is. Please calm him down before he breaks something.

He's not familiar with the whole surgery thing so he's really nervous for you.

Tries to give you encouraging words, but ended up stuttering instead. Please tell him that you'll be fine, he needs reassurance.

Also while you're at it, make sure you explain to him that with you getting a new heart doesn't mean you won't love him anymore.

He constantly asked you if people can play games on those monitors, you told him no.

When you finally went into the surgery room, his anxiety level reached sky level. Sweet! New achievement! I mean- ahem.

This demon right here can't help but panicked a little bit while waiting for the surgery to be done.

When it's done, the doctor called him to the office for a brief explanation.

If you thought he can't get any more nervous then Oh boy, you're very wrong.

During the whole explanation he just sat silently on the chair and frequently nods his head. When he saw the X-ray, he got even more confused.

After the short yet awkward explanation, Leviathan quickly went to your room.

When he arrives, you were already awake, and so he quickly stand by your side. Please tell him you still loves him, he needs it.

During the whole recovery, he stayed by your side and played games with you. So with that being said, you're not bored at all.

Satan

The second calmest.

He read a bunch books about surgery, so he's not too nervous unlike the others.

He held your hand while you both wait, occasionally reminding you that it'll be fine.

When it's time, he gives you a hug and the softest smile he can muster.

While he wait, he can't help but pace back and forth in the hallway. He was worried, don't blame him. :(

When the surgery is done, he was called to the office for you guessed it, explanation again. At this point I'm getting tired

He already read about this stuff, so he's not too confused about it.

After the doctor was done, he excuse himself to go see you.

When he went inside you room, you weren't awake yet, and so he stayed by your side while reading a book and holding your hand.

When you're awake, he asks you how're doing. Even though he knows it's a stupid question considering you just finish getting a surgery done.

During your recovery, he's usually seen sitting beside your bed; reading you a book or telling a story about Mammon's stupidness.

He tries to bring you a cat once, but he failed. Sweet, 3 more to go

Asmodeus

When you tells him you're gonna get a surgery, he freaks out cause he thought you were gonna get plastic surgery.

He kept telling you that you don't need any plastic surgery cause you're beautiful the way you are. You just kinda have to shut him up and then explain it to him.

Once he understood the situation, he is more than willingly to come with you.

When you both arrived, he was a little confused due to the amount of monitors and stuff in that hospital. But he's not complaining about the amount of shiny surface there is.

He can see his beautiful face from many angles and he's very happy about it.

Before the surgery starts, he gives you a tight hug and make sure to tell you that everything will be going as smoothly as his skin, I mean- what.

During the whole operation, he waits patiently outside while looking at the passing nurses and doctors.

After that you know the drill, he was called into the office, the doctor explain stuff to him, yada-yada-yada, you get my point

When the doctor shows him your X-ray, he was absolutely confused. The doctor have to explain it to him.

After that he went to your room to check on you.

During the recovery, he frequently checks on your well being. Actually, scratch that, he rarely leaves your side.

When he does leave, he will come back with a ton of fresh and juicy gossips.

Beelzebub

He almost choked when you said you were going into a surgery in a few hours. Poor baby was frightened.

He made sure you are ready for the surgery by asking a lot of questions. Answer then honestly please, he needs to know.

Will hold your hand while waiting and occasionally giving you words of encouragement.

Will try his best to prevent himself from giving you any food before the surgery.

Before you were taken away to the surgery room, he gives you a little peck on the lips. For good luck he says. (｡･ω･｡)

While the operation is going, he quickly went out to buy some food cause your boy is H U N G R Y :(

When he comes back, the operation was finished with a successful note.

And you know the rest, yada-yada-yada

When the doctor shows him your X-ray, he was confused.

"Wait, but how?"

After that you know the rest, he went to your room, your awake, yada-yada-yada

Your whole recovery process is basically just Beel pampering you with love and affection.

He also makes sure to gives you food that won't upset both your stomach and heart.

Belphegor

Finally, the last one! I- ahem He was chill about your surgery. But we know he's silently panicking inside

He lazily puts a hand on your waist while you both walked down the hallway, making sure you're comfortable until the surgery.

While you both waited, he gives you sleepy hugs and reassuring words.

When it was time for the operation, he gives your hand a reassuring squeeze before smiling at you.

While the surgery was going, he decided to take a little nap on the hospital bench.

You know the drill at this point, I'm too lazy to type it again cause it's night time and I have classes tommorow

When the doctor shows him your X-ray, he couldn't care less honestly. He just wanted to see you.

Your 2 weeks of recovery is just full of you and Belphie taking naps together and maybe planning to prank Lucifer with Satan once you've fully recovered.

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And it's done! Sorry that the Belphie one is too short. I am very tired, I wanna go to sleep. Bye bye. Also, ignore any mistakes or misspellings please, it's almost midnight here.

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