#don't answer this i know i am. I'm just tired & disappointed in the whole work market economy situation. mit der gesamtsituation unzufrieden

[granddaughterogg]

So, you're the newest addition to Task Force 141 and you Make a Move on one of the boys. How will they react?

Johnny Soap MacTavish: With utter glee. "Took ya long enough, lass! Thought you'll never shoot your shot!" He'll announce with amusement. Our perky Scotsman is an absolute Sexpot - and he knows it. He is also a master of Living in the Moment aka Seizing the Day. Rules and regulations be damned. "So what do you say?" He'll ask, filling your personal space with all that muscle and clasping those strong hands around your waist. "Wanna go on a date first…" Johnny wiggles his painterly eyebrows. "...Or shall we skip to the good part?"

Ghost: When you confessed that you'd like to spend some time with him in private, he didn't seem thrilled. As is usual case with Ghost, he didn't seem like caring one way or another. All you got in the way of a reaction was his hand, holding the cigarette and now stilled halfway to his mouth. He threw you one of his Stares - Simon Riley's eyes are as beautiful as they are cryptic, you've never been able to read those dark peepers surrounded by white, seemingly frosted eyelashes of dizzying length. Then he muttered something under his breath and walked away. You didn't hear a word from him for the next three days, apart from work orders anyway. Disappointment and embarrassment tormented you in turns. You were silently cursing your big, reckless mouth. On the fourth day he approached you as if nothing had ever happened and said: "Allright". "Allright what, Sir?.." You asked, dumbfounded. "I agree. We should fuck."

Gaz: Oh, this beautiful boy. Out of the whole squad he's probably the one best adapted to Living in a Society. He reacts as any sensible man would: with a charming smile, a proud, joyful gleam in his eye, a trace of a blush almost. "Gosh, Private, really…Me? Well, girl, you got outstanding taste." "Don't I know it," you answer boldly. "Look, babe," he says in a hushed voice, coming closer and putting his hands on your shoulders, "Cap will rip my head off and piss in my neck if he finds out that I'm fooling around with a subordinate...so we're gonna have to be extra careful, 'kay? Can you promise me that?" You nod enthusiastically. This is so exciting!

Captain Price: So you like to live dangerously. There is no safe way that you can Put the Moves on your commander. You know that...right? On the other hand - if you're gonna break the rules, break them hard and break them for good. Tell him that you desire him. That you can't stop thinking about him. Pick a moment when the rest of the guys won't be within a kilometer radius. Say your line and look into those hard, cloudy sky-coloured eyes which have just grown big and round with shock. "Kid," says Price, his voice suddenly a little breathy, which is oh so hot: "Are you out of your goddamn mind?" "Only for you, Sir." Flutter those eyelashes. Come on, lay it on thick. It's been some time since anyone has thrown themselves at the old man. He will sigh the mother of all sighs, then drag one hand across his tired face. "I am you commanding officer." "That you are, Sir." He will come closer, both hands behind his back. Then he'll reach out and gently, oh, so gently touch your cheekbone. "You do realize tha' I could tell you to pack up and send your arse home?" His voice is very meticulously level, but you can feel the volcano bubbling underneath. "I do, Sir. But I just couldn't live a lie. I want you." That boldness will earn you another sigh - this time more ragged. He'll trace his finger over your upper lip, say: "Well fuck me sideways..." like a man who has just experienced a miracle - and then John Price will embrace you in a kiss, shameless, deep and hungry.

This man has been criminally touch starved. Congratulations, you'll have your hands full from now on. Not to mention your…other regions.

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[cutielando]

mercedes ~ george russell

Summary: You've been with George since his Formula 2 days, and now, after an awful season with Williams, he is finally given the opportunity to drive for Mercedes and you were beyond proud of him.

Words: 1.2k+

Other works: my masterlist

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Being with Williams had been a great period for George.

He had the opportunity to learn everything about Formula 1, adapt to the new more challenging lifestyle, see so many more new places all around the globe, it was the dream.

At the beginning, at least.

It had been a known fact for years that Williams had been struggling, both on-track and off-track. Even though George had placed his faith in the team, giving them multiple chances when they would constantly disappoint him, he was nearing the end of the line.

His contract was about to expire at the end of the season, and he was seriously considering not re-signing with Williams.

You and him would have multiple talks about this, brainstorming and trying to see what the best course of action would be for George's future.

"I just know things won't get better in the future and I am tired of always being at the back of the grid" he told you one night as he was helping you prepare dinner for the two of you.

"Georgie, you have to do what's best for you, my love. You don't have to stay with the team if you don't see your future there" you explained, approaching him and rubbing his back.

He sighed, leaning into your touch.

"You've followed the season, Williams isn't gonna get better anytime soon, I'm wasting my talent if I stick with them any longer"

You pursed your lips, nodding in agreement.

George had so much potential, so much talent that was being wasted in bad strategies and with an awful car. The highlight of the whole season had been the race where Mercedes requested that George drive for them because Lewis was sick and couldn't make it.

You vividly remembered how excited George had been when he told you he had been chosen, how alive he felt when he got out of the car after the race and with how much excitement he told you all the details about it in your hotel room that very same night. 

You had never before seen him so happy, his eyes sparkling so brightly they could outshine any star in the sky.

His dream had always been to drive for Mercedes, to be a proud driver of such a legendary team. He figured he would start small, build up his reputation and then make the transition.

That, however, proved to be a very tough thing to do while driving the Williams car.

"What do you think I should do?" he asked you, his eyes boring into yours. 

You always had a way with words, but your eyes would have conversations of their own when you'd look at each other. 

"I think you should follow your dream and listen to your gut. You're such a talented driver, my love, but you're wasting it away by sticking with a team you can't win with" you said, a small encouraging smile on your face as you caressed his cheek with the pad of your thumb.

He sighed but nodded, smiling before leaning down to peck your lips.

His mind had been made up from that moment. He knew what he needed to do.

He needed to leave Williams.

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Planning to leave a Formula 1 team while having no guarantee about your future with any other was incredibly and stupidly risky. 

But George had done it anyway.

After the second-to-last race of the season had ended and the team was debriefing, he had made it clear to everyone that he would not be returning as a driver for the next season. 

Everyone, of course, was not very surprised by that. They could feel it coming, they knew they weren't strong enough to keep George as their driver for much longer. 

"How did it go?" you had asked him when he came back to the hotel, anxious to hear about the meeting.

The relief on his face was enough of an answer for you. 

"I'm free of the contract after Abu Dhabi" he announced, slumping into your arms and nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

You laughed, happy that George had finally made the decision that had been plaguing his mind for months on end. 

"What are you going to do after?" you asked once you slowly backed away from the hug.

He sighed, shrugging his shoulders.

"I don't know, but I have faith that everything will work itself out" 

You nodded, kissing his cheek before bringing him into another hug.

"We're going to be okay" you whispered, one of your hands caressing his soft hair while the other rubbed soothing circles on his back.

Whatever the future might bring on, you would face it together.

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Having some time off had proved to be exactly what George had needed.

For once, in many many years, he didn't have to worry about when the next race would be, he didn't have to worry about cheating his diet, about working out as constantly as he had had to during the previous years. He could finally just relax and take a breath of fresh air.

The two of you had been on holiday, traveling all around the world to the most beautiful places, taking in the quality time you got to spend together, uninterrupted by anything.

Sadly, your fun had been cut short while you were skiing in the beautiful Alpes, deep into the south of France.

You had been lounging in the cabin George had rented for your stay, drinking some hot chocolate while cuddled up next to your boyfriend in front of the burning fireplace. Your phones long forgotten somewhere in the bedroom, the only sound disturbing the peace being the crackling coming from the fire.

Just as you were about to doze off, George's phone suddenly started ringing from the bedroom, making him apologize before quickly getting up to grab it.

"Hello?" his voice drowned out as he closed the door behind him, not wanting to disturb you.

You didn't know how long he had been talking on the phone, losing track of time while looking out the window at the beautiful scenery around you. You only noticed he had returned when he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin against your shoulder.

"Who was it?" you mumbled, leaning back against his chest.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you" he chuckled, making your curiosity peak even more.

You raised your eyebrows, turning around in his arms.

"Now you've made me curious. Who was it?"

"Toto Wolff"

Your eyes widened when you heard the name, your heart starting to beat more quickly inside of your chest. You knew what that meant, there was only one option.

"Does that mean what I think it means?" your voice was merely a whisper, afraid you would jinx it and then it wouldn't be real anymore.

He smiled and nodded, making you squeal and jump into his arms.

The both of you laughed, basking in the happiness that the good news had brought you.

There had been rumors that Valtteri would be leaving Mercedes and they wanted to bring in a younger driver, someone to balance out Lewis. For months on end, speculation circled around George being the driver Toto had been eyeing, but there hadn't been any official communication from the team whatsoever.

Until now.

George Russell, your boyfriend, the Mercedes F1 driver.

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[beelmons]

Hey:-)

So I was thinking about Hotch x bau!fem!reader, where they are arguing in front of the whole fucking team about something stupid. Later the team makes them to apologise to each other…

R: I feel bad about it, so unfuck you or whatever

Hotch: You don’t want to fuck me?! Yeah I feel bad about the argument. Let’s make out

I adapted it a bit to make it fit hotch's personality better. Hope it lives up to your standards!

If someone could break Aaron Hotchner's iron ethics, that was you. For both better and worse.

It broke when you made out for the first time in his office, however wrong that was, or when he fought to keep you in the BAU regardless of the clear fraternization rules you had broken, or that time he risked his life, without regard for protocol, to get you out of a hostage situation.

Or right now, when you were yelling to each other in the middle of the bullpen, as if it was your own living room and no one else was around.

"The coffee pot is for everyone, you just can't do as you please." he growled in your direction, pointing at an empty, slightly yellow-ish tinted, coffee pot.

"Then get this office a new microwave." you snarked back, your tone slightly raised.

"It's not my fault there isn't any administrative ammenities budget!" he let out in frustration, the voice volume incrementing a bit.

"Then I'll just continue to make my lunch this way." you stated without hesitation.

"No!" he outright yelled "You can't keep making ramen in the coffee pot whenever you feel like it! I am tired of getting beef stock flavor in my morning coffee!"

"You're the only one complaining!" you matched his volume "Does it bother anyone else?!"

You turned to face a group of very startled, and utterly uncomfortable, team members. They weren't able to emit a sound, being that the entire fight just felt surreal to them, like watching their parents fight for the first time.

"They are obviously not going to tell you." he said, his tone lowering a bit.

"You know what, Aaron? Fuck you. You always do this, the stick is so far up your ass you could sit normally and not feel it." you chewed him out.

His face was that of absolute disbelief, that you would disrespect him that way without regard of where you were, or the work dynamic that you had while on duty.

Before he could say anything back, Rossi moved to pull you both by your forearms. His sole intention to make the two of you finally shut up. You complained at the grip but allowed yourself to be dragged along, and shortly you were shut down in your boyfriend's office.

"Now that you have managed to make everyone wonder whether to file an HR complaint or a domestic violence one, why don't you take a deep breath and apologize to each other." The older man explained as he made you stand before him.

Aaron sighed in frustration. He was embarrassed enough that you had addressed him the way you did, and for his sake, and yours, he needed a second of quiet. You, on the other hand, were just tired of giving in to his unwavering rules and lack of spontainety.

"Okay." Rossi said once none of you emitted a sound "Now I'm disappointed on both of you."

"Fine." you finally said "Unfuck you or whatever."

Both men gave you a disapproving look at your answer, and you stared at them in disbelief, as if you hadn't yet again said anything wrong.

"I'll tell you what," Rossi said as he got up to close the blinds in Hotch's office, finally dispersing the curious eyes of the other subordinates "I'll make sure no one comes into this office for twenty minutes. You talk about whatever you gotta talk about, fix it, and let's get back to work, okay? We know you love each other, and whatever it is, you will get through it if you communicate."

Without any further word, the wise man slipped outside the office.

"I am sorry." he finally said after a loud sigh "I shouldn't be snapping at you this way, generally speaking."

His demeanor had finally changed, and you could tell by the way he removed his suit jacket, tossing it onto the couch, and loosened his tie a little. Such action, though, did not once fail to make you want him.

"I was too accostumed to living without anyone else but Jack. It's been a challenge, but I should try to make you feel more at home." he explained.

You had moved in together, without telling the team, about a couple weeks ago, and it was... trying, to say the least. You had been on edge for a couple of days, not being able to say much due to Jack's presence. However, the fact that he also was feeling the same way, made you feel more at ease.

"I know you value structure." you said, taking a couple of steps closer and landing your hands on his shoulders "But you should let fun exist every once in a while, both of you need it."

"You're right." he nodded as his eyes landed on you "It was one of the reasons I fell in love with you in the first place. It's not fair of me to try and change it now." his hands moved to rest on the side of your hips.

"And I promise I'll try to not disrupt the routine as much. Maybe getting ideas from TikTok about practical office lunches wasn't the best idea." you joked, and he chuckled a bit.

Your usual loving aura had gone back to normal, there was still more to talk about, but this would do for now, to at least return peace to the BAU nation.

"So," you began, your hands moving to toy with his loose tie "we still have twelve minutes of 'do not disturb'" your tone had turned flirty.

"Oh yeah? Weren't you the one saying 'unfuck you' or whatever?" he retaliated playfully.

"Okay, maybe do fuck you if I get to be the one who does it."

#asks #anonymous #blurb: mine #blurb: hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader

[faioula16]

Hello! Can we get a soft/needy Alucard headcanons with his s/o? Fem or gn, whatever you feel comfortable with. Thank you 😊

✿ You walked through the halls of Hellsing's manor, your steps slow yet your kinda of short figure remained straight and prideful. You stopped on your way into the kitchen once you spotted two soldiers whispering to each other in a low tone.

✿ One of them held a fine-designed bottle with a red liquid that seemed like wine. (Let's be honest, every one of you knows pretty well what is inside the bottle).

✿ "It's your turn to deliver this" The chubby one pointed out.

✿ The tall-skinny soldier frowned at his partner's suggestion. 'Have you lost your mind!? There's no way I'm going down there. God knows what that sinister monster has in store for people like you and me!"

✿ "I will get this" You spoke suddenly with your hand reaching out, startling both of them as a result.

✿ The soldiers gazed at you and then at each other before they finally stared back at you with unsure expressions.

✿ "Are you sure you can-" The chubby began to say but the other man interrupted him abruptly as he grabbed the 'wine' and gave it to you.

✿ Without a word you turned on your heel and walked away, holding the glass bottle with both hands behind your back. You heard a weak "Be careful" But instead of feeling the slightest concern, the smirk across your face grew bigger.

✿ On your way down to the long rocky stairs of the estate's basement, a thought crossed your mind. 'Cowards, what a disappointment for the Hellsing organization".

✿ "Indeed, my princess" Alucard's deep voice echoed within the walls with an amused laughter following shortly after.

✿ "How many times will I tell you to not read my thoughts without my permission?" Your tone was serious but Alucard knew better you were just joking around.

✿ "How much time will it take you to know that I am only teasing you, my beloved?" The vampire king's grin widened showing his pure white teeth along with his sharp fangs.

✿ You gave out a deep sigh and looked straight into his glowing eyes. "Catch" Without a second warning, you threw the glass bottle at his direction. You gave him a satisfied grin when his hand caught the desired object in the air with such ease.

✿ Your eyebrow raised a bit once Alucard glanced at you while patting gently his lap with one hand.

✿ "Not until I'll be sure you're no longer 'thirsty'" You answered with closed eyes and a gentle smile.

✿ "You do remember my vow to you, don't you, princess?" Alucard questioned calmly.

✿  "How much time will it take you to know that I am only teasing you, Alucard?" You joked as you made your way to him. You sat on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a loving embrace. "I missed you", You whispered to him.

✿ It took him a whole minute but he returned the loving gesture by embracing you back. Covering your upper body almost completely with his long arms.

✿ One hand reached up and began to caress the back of your head while the other was giving your back gentle rubs. His eyelids closed slowly and a genuine smile appeared across his lips, he finally had you in his arms after so many hours of waiting for you to pay him your every night visit. "My princess, you have no idea how much I craved your touch" Alucard's voice sounded like a blissful melody, as he had already rested the side of his face against yours. The low tone of his voice along with the soft waves of his breathing hit your ears ever so softly. His lips gave your cheek a sweet kiss, making you grin a bit as you bury your face into the crock of his neck, and nuzzle his pale yet smooth skin. A fair chuckle escaped him. "is my beloved one too tired to roam the night with me?" Alucard laughed sarcastically at your half-sleeping state.

✿ "I haven't even the strength to respond to your arrogant stupid words properly" You sounded so exhausted. "I worked all day, I know it is my turn to stay up through the night with you but...it's not always easy for me as it is for you"

✿ "There's no reason to explain yourself to me about your human needs. If you wish to stay put and rest for the night then I am more than willing to enjoy a peaceful evening with no one else but you my dear" Alucard held you against him, noticing how your breathing began to slow down as you fell asleep into his embrace. The monster and the man inside him laughed in amusement. How could such a little mortal like yourself change the ruthless beast inside him? Alucard will remain awake to guard what's most precious to him and treasure such moments between you both.

#headcanons #hellsing ultimate alucard #hellsing alucard x reader #hellsing #hellsing ultimate x reader #hellsing ultimate #alucard x reade #alucard x you #x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #romance

[idolatrybarbie]

since i've seen discussion about it on the dash -

i don't and won't reblog fics where you write about reader blushing/turning pink/he tucks a wispy strand of your hair away/her voluptuous barbie pink pussy/literally whatever. i stop reading fics halfway through alll the time because of shit like that.

no one cares what the gore erotica clownfucking college "girl" has to say, but i will say it: if you ever wonder why there aren't more people of colour or Black folks in this space, it is because (white writers) are alienating and othering them from it.

the whole point of reader insert is that (virtually, there are exceptions and practical limits) any fan can pick up a story and place themselves in the narrative position of the reader character. how am i supposed to do that when the most popular and lauded stories are about another petite brunette with whispy long hair, milky thighs and a body hair makeup more akin to a minskin than a human being?

i had a little bit of a low point (one amongst many lol) the other week and contemplated deleting this new sideblog venture because i realised that a lot of the people who show love on my fics, who read what i put hours and hours of work into either can't or won't (it's won't) even put the effort in to be inclusive of people like me (see: Black) in their own stories. and that makes me really fucking sad.

everything i rec will always be inclusive, because having been in fandom for such a large part of my life, i'm tired of seeing mediocre exclusivity praised without question. if i wanted that shit, i could go easily find it in my film class thanks. if some of this is worded a little like a political answer, it's because i know how some of y'all operate. i've been wanting to say this for a while - this isn't disc horse - i'm just Disappointed while Black over here.

#speaking #wank for ts

[footballfanficwriter]

Burning out

Summary:where Kylian is feeling overwhelmed and the reader helps him

A/N: this takes place before and during the international break and also requests are open

Kylian has been exhausted and working hard as well

The international break is in a few days and Kylian is stressed out about it

I know he's been secretly watching what people are saying about how PSG is going down the drain

With Archaf's case, Neymar's injury, Presnel's injury and marquinhos recovering

The responsibility of captain falls upon Kylian and he's trying his best to stay grounded but it seems whatever he's trying to do is not working

And the thing is his not telling me, it's simply things that I'm observing

International break

Kylian just got announced as Captain of France , I don't know what his reaction is because he's not here with me

Which stresses me out, I consider calling him but he might be busy, so I just leave it

And stress on my own

I go on social media to check what people's reactions are

"Antione deserves it more"

"Kylian is still too young to be Captain"

"He's not worth being the captain"

"Antione should be Captain"

"This is so disappointing"

I can't believe it people aren't happy at all

All my worries start rising and I ignore my head telling me not to call Kylian and do it anyway

He picks up after 2 rings

"Amour"

"Kylian"

"Oui"

"Where are you"

"I'm with the guys, why is everything ok?"

"Yeah everything's fine, are you able to come back home for a few minutes"

"Uhm sure I'll see you in a few"

"Ok"

I hang up and wait for him in the room

As I wait I carry on scrolling through the Instagram comments

That's until I hear the front door open and close

"Cherie"

"Kyky"

"Where are you"

"In the room"

I hear him coming up the stairs

"Hey"

"Hey"

"What's wrong"

"Come sit down"

"Why?"

"Kylian just come sit"

"Ok, you're stressing me out now, are you divorcing me?"

"What, no why would I be divorcing you"

"Then what is it"

"Baby, how are you"

"I'm fine"

"No, how are you really, tell me the truth"

"Tired, really really Tired"

"Come here" I say with open arms

"I'm tired Y/n, everyone's just saying how I'll be a horrible Captain and arrogant or how greedy I am"

"Oh honey, I know for a fact that you'll do great as Captain, I know it and I promise"

"Really?"

"Yeah, and if you ever feel like you're not good enough, I'll be here to remind you how great you are"

He looks up at me with tears I his eyes

"Merci mon amour"

"You're welcome, I was gonna suprise you but since we're here"

"What, what is it"

"I'm gonna be coming with you, so that means I'll be there to watch every match and press conference"

"Wait really"

"Yeah, I'll be there for everything"

"God I love you, so much"

"And I love you"

"But honestly I'm really nervous"

"About what?"

"The press conference"

"What about it?"

"I know for a fact that those interviewers will be ruthless, what if I slip up, what if they say something and I just lose my temper, what if I g-"

"Hey, hey Arrêt, remember I'll be right there with you in the crowd, so if you feel anxious, just look my way and take a deep breath and answer the question ok"

"Oui"

"Besides you don't need me there I'm just gonna be there for moral support"

"No you're my whole support system"

I laugh at his come back and he lies on me

"Can we stay like this for a few more minutes, I don't wanna go yet"

"Yeah,we can"

Press conference

"You are Captain, The vice Captain is Antione Griezmann, who was quite disappointed, how did you analyze this with him and what did you tell him ?" The interviewer asks

He looks at me and I give him a thumbs up and he smiles at me before answering the question

"Yeah, I spoke to Antione because he was disappointed and, and quite frankly it's understandable , it's a normal reaction and it's hard, I told him in his place I might have the same reaction, he's thirty two and he's spent ten years on the French team, he is an important player,maybe the most important, so it normal that he was disappointed, and what I say is that when I'm Captain , I'm not his superior, he has experience in the French team and I don't , and he's someone that's loved by the whole team and it would be a real shame if we don't benefit from his experience.

After a few more questions the press conference ends and I can see it took a toll on him

When we get into the car he sighs and puts his hands on his face

"Kylian"

"Mhhm"

"Mon amour ça va"

"Je nes sais pas"

"Parle avec moi"

"I knew they were going to be ruthless but this was just next level, maybe I should give up and give the Title to Antione, people obviously prefer him over me"

"Quoi tu es fou?"

"no I really am starting to think I wasn't cut out for this role"

"Hey look at me you won't do anything like that you deserve this title after the way you played in the world cup, babe you scored all three goals for the team, I know for a fact that you'll be a great Captain, and all of this will pass they'll get use to you as time goes on"

"How do you always manage to keep me at ease?,and calm"

"Cause I know how you get when you overthink"

"Well, thank you"

"You're welcome"

He leans in for a kiss and I don't hesitate to kiss him back

I really am proud of him and I'll tell it to him every day until he believes it

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[his-saiko]

Put Your Head on my Shoulder

🍰 A collab with @sugardaddyreo. What is your love language?

🍰 Nanami Kento x reader. Physical Touch

🍰 cw. Min-min [nickname]

🍰 "Put your head on my shoulder. Hold me in your arms, baby. Squeeze me oh-so-tight. Show me that you love me too."

🍰 wc. 700

Nanami understood how a lot of things are important to you. You're a sensitive person. That's one of the things he loves so much about you. But it's also the reason why he's uneasy right now.

It's the day when most people show their love to their partners in such extravagant ways. Him not being able to show you that is disappointing to him. He knew in his mind that you would understand — curses never rest exactly — but that doesn't make the disappointment any less. He really wanted to show you just how much important you are to him. You're one of the reasons why he thinks the world isn't full of shit as he views a lot of things.

He played the reasons why he fell for you like a record in his head as he walks home. Held in his hand is a bouquet of flowers handpicked to your taste. He stared at it intently with the question of whether this is enough or not.

He reached your home and sighed. There's really no use to ponder on what should have been. He opened the door and took off his shoes. "I'm home."

"Welcome home." You peeked from the kitchen and saw what he was holding.

"Happy Valentine's day." He saw your eyes light up as you look at him.

"You always know what to get for me." You smiled.

He walked into the kitchen and saw the mess. Have you been doing this all day?

"I'll— I'll clean up later." You fiddled with your fingers and bit your lip out of embarrassment.

"Have you been at this the whole day?" He asked as he puts the bouquet in the vase to set it on the table.

"Yeah..." You tried to clean up a few things. "I don't know what to cook for dinner." You chuckled and wiped your hands. "I also wanted to have dessert so I made one too. I'll just go set the table."

"I'll help."

Both of you went for the plates and your hand brushed up against each other. You both pulled back and looked at each other. A hint of red was painted across his cheeks and you feel your own cheeks heat up.

You laughed and gave him plates to set while you get the silverware.

Nanami set the table very carefully as he replayed what just happened in his head. "I'll serve the food."

"Yes, please. I'll go get the drinks."

Nanami checks everything he thought about the whole day. Maybe he really doesn't need extravagant things for you. But that still doesn't answer the question of what he can do for you to match what you did for him today.

"Min-min? Are you okay?"

Nanami looks at you and it felt like seeing you the first time he realized that he loves you. Even when your hair is messy and maybe even the traces of stress are showing on your face. You're as beautiful as the day he really saw you.

"Has work been that hard on you lately?"

Nanami shook his head. "No. It's not work." He pinched his nose bridge and exhaled. "You're not tired, are you?"

You hummed. "Not exactly. But I am hungry." You laughed. "C'mon, let's eat so you can get some rest." You went for the seat but Nanami stopped you by grabbing your arm.

"Wait—"

"Yes?"

Nanami's grip was firm but it was gentle. His hand made you comfortable. Honestly, everything about him is comfort for you. He pulled you in closer and embraced you. You both had a moment of silence.

You hugged him back. "Min-min, are you really okay? You can talk to me." You murmured

"Can we— I wanna stay like this for a while."

You sighed in relief and rested your head on his chest. You started humming through the silence which eventually turned into singing. Nanami started swaying and soon started singing with you.

He searched for your hand and held it tight. "This is it." He thought. "This is enough."

"I love you, Kento." You planted a kiss on his chest.

"And you are my love." He cupped your cheek and kissed you deeply.

a/n. It's short, I know but damn my feels for this are deep. Nanamin~

© 2023 Alfi. Do not replicate.

#lovelanguagecollab💌 #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fluff #jjk x you #jjk x reader #nanami kento #nanami x y/n #nanami x you #jjk nanami

[alyswritings]

Comfort

Request: hello lovely hope your doing well! just wondering, if no trouble could i at request a steve harrington x sister!reader one where shes had been feeling upset and all she wants is her brother to cuddle up to if its not trouble?

Steve Harrington x sister!reader

Summary: Y/N just wants her big brother.

Warnings: none really

a/n: thank you for the request! hope you all enjoy!!

(gif not mine)

Y/N is sitting on the couch, watching the random show on TV that she couldn't care less about. She's currently home alone, Steve still at work and her parents out at a work party.

The teenage girl plays with the end of her hair, twirling it around her finger, sighing heavily hating the lonely feeling she currently has and has had for the past two weeks.

Y/N hears the front door open and soon Steve walks into the living room.

"Hey. Where are mom and dad?" He asks.

"Work party." Y/N informs.

"Right." Steve nods, now remembering their plans for the night. "What have you been doing?"

"Sitting on the couch." Y/N says, a bored smile on her face.

"Don't you have homework?" Steve asks.

"Did you do homework every night when you were my age?" Y/N counters.

"Okay, fine. Fair enough." Steve says. "I'm gonna go shower."

"You wanna watch a movie after?" Y/N asks, trying to contain some of the hope in her voice.

"Uh... I would, Y/N/N, but I'm, like, super tired." Steve says.

"Oh. Right." Y/N nods, shoulders slacking in disappointment.

"You okay?" Steve asks, noticing the defeated look.

"Mm-hmm. Fine." Y/N nods, forcing a smile. "Go take your shower. I'll see you in the morning." She says, turning back to the TV.

"Right. See you in the morning." Steve says. He hesitates, wanting to ask her more questions, but he goes upstairs.

After his shower, Steve lays in his bed, attempting to sleep since he's tired from the long day at work. But he can't get Y/N's defeated look after he turned down the idea of a movie. She had hopeful eyes when she asked him, but they quickly lost the little bit of sparkle after he told her no.

Steve sighs and gets up, going downstairs. He walks into the living room, finding Y/N in the exact same position he left her.

"What's up with you?" Steve asks, getting the younger girl's attention.

"What? Nothing." Y/N answers.

"Oh, come on. You're all grumpy looking and shit." Steve notes.

"I am not." Y/N protests, despite knowing she is.

"Mm-hmm. Sure. Okay. Seriously, what's up?" Steve asks.

"I'm fine." Y/N promises.

"Y/N." Steve gives her a warning look.

"Are you... are you sure you don't wanna watch a movie? It's not like you have to stay awake for the whole thing." Y/N says.

Steve finally notices the sad look in her eyes.

"Yeah. Yeah, sure." Steve quietly says. He sits down next to her, pulling the extra blanket over his lap, Y/N already having one.

Y/N doesn't give him time to react before she's cuddling into his side, arm wrapped around his middle, nestled comfortably under his arm. Steve wraps his arm around her, putting his hand on her head and messing with her hair. He puts his other hand on her arm and rubs it.

"What's up?" Steve questions, resting his chin on top of her head.

"I don't know. I just... I don't feel all that great lately." Y/N says.

"Like... like sick not that great or...?" Steve trails off in question.

"No. No, like, um... mental not great." Y/N says.

"Well, did something cause it or did it just come out of nowhere?" Steve asks.

"Kind of out of nowhere, I guess. The past couple weeks. I don't know. It's just... my friends aren't that great and mom and dad are... well, they're mom and dad. You're always at work or with Robin. It's just lonely." Y/N says.

"Well, what about the party?" Steve asks.

"It's kind of depressing since El and Will moved." Y/N says. "I don't know. It's just not the same."

"Sorry." Steve mumbles.

"Not like it's your fault." Y/N says.

"I know. But it sucks." Steve says.

"Yeah." Y/N quietly agrees.

"Well, I'll start spending more time with you. And you and Robin get along, I'm sure she wouldn't mind. You guys both love teaming up with each other to roast me constantly." Steve says making Y/N quietly giggle.

"You're just such an easy target." Y/N jokes.

"I will put you in a chokehold." Steve threatens.

"I'll mess your hair up." Y/N shoots back.

"You touch my hair you're dead." Steve declares.

"You know, you used to let me braid it." Y/N says.

"Yeah, when you were like nine." Steve scoffs. "You're not as cute anymore so you get away with less."

"Rude." Y/N mutters.

"Life's tough, get a helmet." Steve remarks. Y/N gives him a bitch face, Steve innocently grinning. "Well, hey, least I got you to somewhat cheer up."

"Oh, was that your entire plan?" Y/N asks. "Offer to spend time with me then threaten me?"

"Yep." Steve nods.

They sit in silence for a few minutes, just watching the movie.

"Can I braid your hair?" Y/N asks, looking up at him. Steve slightly grimaces. "Oh, come on. It's not like you're seeing anybody tonight. You can fix it in the morning."

"Not happening." Steve denies.

"It would cheer me up." Y/N says. She gives him puppy dog eyes, knowing it usually gets him to crack. Steve looks at her, immediately looking away when he notices her puppy eyes.

"Fine." Steve relents after a few moments. Y/N grins and claps. She pulls out of his hold and sits on her knees, taking a small section of his hair to put in a small braid.

"But we're taking all of these out before we go to sleep." Steve orders.

"Yeah, of course." Y/N mumbles, not paying full attention to his words.

Y/N puts a bunch of small braids in Steve's hair, the young man paying attention to the movie on the TV, trying to ignore the urge to go fix his hair.

Soon enough, Y/N finishes, proudly grinning at her work.

"There. Like a pretty little princess." She says.

"Never call me a princess again." Steve demands.

"You're the one obsessed with your hair. Princesses are obsessed with their hair. Sometimes, anyway." Y/N says.

"Whatever. Just don't." Steve says.

"Fine. Be boring." Y/N mumbles.

"Do you feel better?" Steve asks.

"Kind of. But I do wanna stay with you for the rest of the night at least." Y/N says.

"Okay." Steve nods. He pulls her back into his side, letting her cuddle up with him, the two watching the movie.

Before the movie ends, Y/N is fast asleep, a hand lightly clutching onto Steve's shirt and he's putting tiny braids in her hair.

Taglist: @glxwingrxse @peyton-14

#steve harrington #steve harrington x sister reader #steve harrington x sister!reader #stranger things

[fatuismooches]

I can't sleep just thought you should know❤️( I'm getting to comfy on your blog to the pount I'm treating you like my best friend😭😭I need to stop)(I won't) I haven't been thinking in airplane mode and I have school and then I became productive. Also for some reason my dolls are haunted so I always feel like I'm being watched cause I am but in my head instead of being watched by the dolls I, being watched by dottore🤯🤯🤯☹️☹️😭so like yeah . Just came up with this as typing do you think if you needed to do something and you didn't want to he would just be in the same room as you and just stare at you while you do it because it intimidates youso you do it

. My eyes are dropping while also being glued to my eyelids at the same time please help me I feel like I should become a slime and if this ever gets answered I'm gonna get embarrassed and cry but it's whatever because t is currently 4:03 am song id don't even like ste playing dottore lives in my head pressuring me to do productive things because he would be disappointed or I want to impress him or both 🥰ok time to try to sleep again and maybe it'll work it's now 4;06 (i neede to be punched uncousioness to sleeo help🎀)

Update I just saw something move and I'm scared but then I turned on my light and the thing that moved wasn't there I can see an imaginary cat staring at me help😭😭😭😭

HELLO...,,, PLEASE GO TO SLEEP IM WORRIED FOR YOU. why are your dolls haunted. Why are they watching you. HOW CAN YOU SEE THEM IN THE DARK. (Imagining Dottore watching you is me though.) (DNJWQKDWQ it's so sweet you're getting comfy on my blog aww that's so cute <3) BUT YES. Dottore would so do that if you need him too, he knows the kind of presence he carries,, okay so it reminds me of how there's this cafe, that doesn't let you leave until you finish your work. 😭 Dottore would so do that, better yet, if it's the kind of work you can do sitting down, doesn't let you leave his lap until it's done, even if your whole body is going numb. 🤭

I HOPE YOU MANAGED TO GO TO SLEEP... i can only offer Dottore fluffy wuff. When you truly can't sleep, I imagine he doesn't force you to, because he knows better than anyone the body doesn't exactly work like that. Instead, he'll help tire you out, whether that's by letting you ramble until you get sleepy, or giving you some work to do. (Same also because I want to impress Dottore, i would cry if he was disappointed in me 💔)

#smooches talks #PLSSSS THIS WAS SO RANDOM BUT IM NOT COMPLAINING #BUT MY CONCERN IS THE LAST SENTENCE??? #please go to sleep *hugs*

[theageofsims]

The Age of Sims 2.7 - Part 3 - "A Day at the Museum (Part 3)"

So much for the space show William had geeked out over. After the run in with someone he honestly had grown sick and tired of long before he even knew anything about Gloria -- he was ready to chow down whatever he could find in the sandwich machine and head home.

Gloria stayed close enough to him at the start of viewing what was on display at the museum, but soon she ventured off farther away from him -- deciding the both of them probably needed some space to process what they already had been through and what was most likely to come...

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"Well staring off into space isn't gonna make it so it never happened -- or that it won't happen again." He started, almost carelessly, which hadn't done any favors for the tension between them.

"What's bothering you?"

"Dare I say... everything?"

She narrowed her eyes, "You have got to learn to let things go."

"I'm not letting a damn thing go. We were minding our business, like always, and then someone -- someone you know has got something to say about us--"

"I told you--"

"Telling me what would happen when we got together has nothing to do with this shit being right or wrong. They don't have to like us, but they should damn well respect us and our relationship."

She began slowly, "It's not like I'm... trying to make them disrespect us, William... but I told you how it would be. I avoided a relationship with you because I knew how it would be for us... for you, especially. I am constantly worried about what something others will say will make you feel--"

"I'm a grown man, words won't break me--"

"They can and they will -- and if that doesn't work..."

"You think I can't handle myself."

"I know you can handle yourself, that's not what I'm saying--" She sighed while she thought for the right thing to say, "I just don't want you getting caught in the middle and ending up on the ground or with a black eye or anything--"

"And you think I want you caught in the middle and ending up the same way?" He paused and waited for her answer. "Who is to say that their rage won't get to you? Just because you know them doesn't mean--"

"You're taking this too far, William--"

"Am I?"

"Yes. You are."

"Fine." He said harshly before getting up and walking away from her for the second time that day.

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Luckily for them there hadn't been very many people left at the museum as it was near closing because as soon as she felt him near to her, they began to argue...

"Why do you think I think you can't handle yourself?"

"Because you're always telling me to let things go or looking at me like I should let things go -- somebody's got to say something and it can't always be you. I'm a part of this relationship, too!"

"This isn't about your ego--"

"I haven't got an ego!"

"We've all got an ego." She informed him, "And we're all responsible for it."

"Fine." He shrugged, "So we've all got one. Maybe we can take turns using it then -- would that be such a bad idea?"

"Why would I put my defenses down when I'm around my own people? You're the one that needs protecting--"

"I don't need any goddamned protecting!"

"Yes you do!" She insisted, "You don't know a thing about so much William -- honestly, you don't. And I'm not telling you that in disappointment, I'm telling you that as an acknowledgement. You're never going to fit in entirely... not in my world and I'm not going to fit into yours either. The only difference is I know that... I've known about it my whole life..."

She could see him tensing with even more anger, but making him angry was never her intention.

"I've wanted to sit with you and talk with you about this, but... I'm struggling to figure out a way because... because of so many things. There isn't enough time or I've got work or you've gone your nephew and--"

"I'm not an idiot. I'm not ignorant."

"That's not what I'm saying, William."

He turned from her then and walked away from her for the third time that day. This time she followed after him, but took a separate exit out of the museum.

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By the time they reached outside of the Museum he had beaten himself up enough about his reaction towards her and around her the whole day.

Eric did cause a scene, but he didn't need to let him ruin their day -- but he had, and still... he didn't know how to apologize though it was the easiest thing he could say.

Something about saying it seemed like it wouldn't be well received or even all that honest.

"Where do you want to sleep tonight?" It wasn't the best thing to say and he caught his question a little bit too late, "I'm not asking because--"

"Your house is fine." She said, knowing that no one would be looking through their windows and judging them as they arrived. "It's closer anyway and I think we're both tired."

He nodded, this time waiting for her to walk with him to the car.

#the age of sims #sims 4 story #ts4 #sims 4

[doxolove]

I guess I do one of these every year on Tumblr since it's okay to yap behind a read more, but here's a review of my 2023. (tw: mental health, death mention)

I honestly don't know where this year went. I spent a good portion of it in crippling mental pain which was a wakeup call in a lot of ways. I went to therapy, I was serious about a self-help journey and freed myself from a tremendous amount of negativity. I learned to put value into my own needs, which has been a new concept as a whole. Codependency was ruining my life and it fucked up it's good share of connections along the way– I was finally sick of it.

I lost a lot of connections and people in my life, circumstantial or not. My grandmother also passed away and it brought in a whole new avenue to grieve. It's never been easy to say goodbye to people, I've let too many in the past long live their stay. I let people I was convinced cared for me unconditionally walk all over me on purpose. I gave too much of myself willingly to any and everyone I have met–

And now I'm finally feeling those repercussions. I'm mentally checked out more than ever, I can't focus on one thing for too long. I had to stop taking artwork commissions, I'm deeply struggling with my craft. I am incapable of letting someone in too close or even give them the appropriate energy, I'm overwhelmed with a lingering trauma I wish would go away already.

Even through all of that, I'm allowing myself to feel disappointed in others. The lack of communication is astounding me, how anyone would just let a decade+ friendship end because they couldn't conjure the strength to talk to me– or outside input influenced them, I just don't know. I'm disappointed in the people I had what seemed like healthy and chill relationships with just die because there was no urge to communicate (or again, most likely influenced)... It's just really upsetting. I don't know what made someone that assured me they had no issues with me start being a toxic asshole any time I was matched against them in pvp? It's all baffling. I wish it was easier to just ask what went wrong -- but I know sometimes it's nothing particularly logical. It just happens.

They all still haunt me, but I have learned most people don't actually want lasting or meaningful relationships and it was hard to come to terms with that. My science and fact-driven mind always wants to know why– but sometimes (most of the time) I'll never get to know that answer.

I still feel really broken, I'm not going to lie. I don't know how long I'm going to feel like this– but I've gained a newer appreciation for the people that are still in my life and understand that my social battery has deteriorated. I'm still learning how much energy to give to new people, but I am tired of being afraid to be social. The right ones are out there and it's not fair I rob myself of the chance of meeting more.

In summary, be kind to yourself going into 2024. You can try as many times as you need to, just go at your own pace. Surround yourself with individuals who reciprocate, communicate often. Not everything works out, and that's fine. I can only hope this next fever dream of a year will be a little better.

#2023 review #tw: mental health #tw: death mention #we try again next year

[a-tale-never-told]

Important annoucement!

//*Sighs* I didn't want to do this again, but with the state that I'm in, I feel as If I have to at this point.//

//Greetings amazing readers, Mod Sam here. As you can obviously tell by the thumbnail, this is a very important announcement that I have to make. Because I have been thinking this over and I feel like I can't do this to my health anymore.//

//Currently, I'm on a downward spiral of constant paranoia about how I'm treating the blog in general and insecurities about my writing. I had a conversation with Mod Freeze earlier this morning in the DMs about my concerns about doing the ask blog thing and feeling like I killed the story by doing the ask block in the first place. Obviously, this is incorrect as I've received multiple asks this morning about the last story chapter I just uploaded, which eased some of the tension in my head.//

//But at the same time, I feel terrible that I even decided to do it in the first place, as it only just interrupted the flow of the story, and only just disappointed some anons that didn't like the ask block. To be fair, no one likes the ask block. I don't like the ask block either, which puts into question why I even did it in the first place. I just got so paranoid about this fact that I thought that the reason why people didn't send asks related to the other story posts was because of that factor.//

//And that is another significant thing I want to talk about as it's concerning to me and how I write these chapters: I got almost no asks related to the last two posts I made. The only asks that I got from the whole heartfelt moment between Hajime and Natsumi, which I worked my ass off to complete, weren't even related to the moment itself. It was instead related to an ask about fixing Hajime's car, which I answered, and I have gotten 5 asks related to that. Yes, 5 asks had nothing to do with the moment itself and instead were talking about a random ask about Kazuichi. Two of those were basically the same ask back-to-back.//

//Another thing is that I got a few asks related to the moment when Hajime and Natsumi showed up at Hajime's house and Natsumi was giving her peculiar intro. It was only three asks, Three. Obviously, I know this might not be a big deal, but it sets a big precedent about how I'm writing these chapters because I put so much effort and work into making these story chapters after school when I'm tired and I want to lay down on a bed and watch Die Hard. But to see the amount of asks I got for the last two days, and almost no likes on any of these posts sets a question: What am I doing?//

//What exactly am I doing wrong that is preventing my ability to get more asks and likes? Is it the writing? The sense of humor? The worldbuilding? Everything?! I honestly had to think clearly about what's hurting the blog, and most of these mistakes and faults can mostly be attributed to my own shortcomings as a writer. Obviously, I needed to determine a reason as to why this was the case, and I eventually found it in the form of these issues//

//First, the amount of asks and anons. I hate to bring Mod Bubbles, Poi, and Freeze into this, especially Bubbles since he's one of my good friends on this website, and considering the amount of stress and problems he's going through, which I sympathize with completely and I pray that he feels better eventually. But it's just... frustratingly hard to not feel jealous when I see an ASOOT story post or NVPM story blog post and I look at my count and think "What am I even doing?"//

// I completely understand that ASOOT and NVPM have been here far longer than I have, and had extensive time to build their blogs from small story blogs to being almost the gold standard about how to write and do a story blog, and I feel like I can do the same. It's just that even though I try my best a whole lot, I still end up getting a few likes, but obviously more asks. The ask count is truly confusing as it's extremely high on some days, only to turn out next to nothing in the following days. Compared to Bubbles and Poi, who I'm guessing are bringing in asks by the hundreds and people adore their stories a lot.//

//In fact, Mod Freeze! Mod Freeze, a relative newcomer to the Dr story blog community, and someone that I appreciate a whole lot, is pulling in more likes than I do. His most recent story post is sitting at around 12 likes. 12!. Which is significantly a far higher count than mine, almost to the point of Bubble's levels if I'm being honest. I don't quite get it to be honest with you. Mod Freeze has two arcs, compared to my one, which could explain why he's more successful than me, but at the same time, It honestly makes me look like a fool because my average like count for a post is like 4 or 5. And that's the peak of the mountain! I'm starting to lose it, I honestly cannot comprehend what's happening with my head. Like, is the writing of the New Future that good? It is according to my eyes, but do people really don't like my writing? Is that the main issue?//

//Another main issue is the tagging. Now when I tag a post or an ask, I do credit those who send me the asks by using "Anonymous" like everyone else, as well as those who don't go by anonymous, like "Hypergamming999" for example. But when I tag a post with the Danganronpa tag, I put it as "Dr2" or "Dr" like to shorten the sentences. This is incredibly awful because it's giving off the negative impression that I don't really care about the story or Danganronpa at all, which is quite the opposite, I can assure you. It just gives off a terrible look that I look bored and not motivated to do it, which I'm not. The issue is that I'm tired every day from school, and when I finish my assignments, I feel so tired and my brain can't even focus clearly when I make a post, so that's why the writing is so subpar for most of the time.//

// I looked at the tags for ASOOT, for The New Future, and for NVPM and Dr. Suvivor, and they all put the tags with proper pronunciation and how it's very much supposed to look and resemble like how a normal DR tag would look like. But then you look at my tags, and it just screams tired all over the board. ONLY NOW did I actually start putting the Danganronpa tag, but the fact that these sorts of tags have been on my posts for about a month at this point is quite embarrassing when you self-reflect. When you take this long to realize that the way you tag your posts is shitty, lazy, and unimaginative, you know that you've done something wrong as a writer.//

//Speaking of writing, we got the dialogue. I honestly am trying my damm hardest with the dialogue, and I wholeheartedly believe I do amazing when it comes to historical moments, worldbuilding, or emotional and heartfelt moments, but the rest of the dialouge is just so incredibly poor. That scene with Hajime freaking out over the atrocities of the Soviet Stalin era? What was even the point of that conversation at all?! Just to do some more worldbuilding at least? Chiaki saying that they are going to save the world, even though she doesn't know that she is going to save the world? What the fuck is this?//

//I think you get the picture here. The dialogue is so confusing that I almost believe this was done by an amateur who hasn't gotten used to writing, which is me. Sometimes the characters act like themselves, like Fuyuhiko for example. I think I nailed his personality pretty well, and he's possibly one of the characters that I think is written accurately as to how he would behave in a situation like this. Hajime is this too, especially in the serious scenes. That conversation with Natsumi about her insecurities is honestly what I think Hajime could say in a situation like this. But then you get people like Hiroshi and Keiko and even Ibuki in some instances, and they act almost completely different from their original canon selves. It feels like they're not even the same person!.//

//I haven't seen ASOOT Season 2 yet, so that's why Hiroshi and Keiko feel far different from what they would originally do and say. But then, we have Ibuki and she's been relatively calm for the most part throughout the scenes she's in, instead of the hyperactive, cheerful, energized, rockstar girl that she usually is. Not once did Ibuki act like herself in this blog, aside from a few key moments in the plot. Overall, the dialogue is inconsistent in how it's presented, and the execution varies from time to time.

//And YET another issue is the timing. I don't know how the schedule for DR story blogs works officially. Is it on Saturdays? Sundays? Mondays? Because I see most story blogs active on Monday or Wednesday! What's the schedule here, can someone please explain me? I haven't seen Poi's blog yet, so I can't compare her timing to mine, ASOOT seems to upload in the evenings, and Creeper does it in the early mornings, though he is from the UK so I can at least understand why he uploads so early since Uk time schedules are far different here in America. Freeze, I don't know exactly when he updates. I believe he updates on the weekend or whenever he has time to. But these are minuscule little issues compared to the mindboggling upload schedule I have .//

//I upload constantly Every. Single. Day one I finish school and not only does this mean that you see a post from me each day, but also stresses me out quite a lot because I come back from my classes, drained out and exhausted, and then I have to come back, do a post or an ask, and then stop and wait for said anons to come back with more asks. It is painfully exhausting and as of writing this, my arms have gone so numb that I can actually feel the numbness getting to my wrists. Obviously, the answer is to get a better schedule like I said a few weeks ago, but I have not committed to stopping where I should. And that is a mistake that I now have to learn or else I'll continue burning myself out untill I cannot handle it anymore.//

//Another reason is that I want to finish this arc early. Keep in mind that we are at the near end of October by now, and I definitely don't want this to continue into January of next year. But at the same time, my mind and brain are so drained out that I can't even focus on what I'm doing most of the time and it ends up making the posts look disappointing as a result. To have the arc end in January or even February would be incredibly embarrassing for me, as it proves that I can't even finish a single arc without taking months to complete. That's why I try to upload on a daily basis to reduce the time I have, but that has obviously not aged well, so what can I do?.//

//But the single, systematic, significant issue of this entire blog, the one problematic and complicated issue that brings this thing down is, without question, the premise. Now, it's a very interesting premise to be honest. A bunch of ragtag teenagers forms a team to fight back against the forces of pure, sinister sin on this earth that is communism and the Soviet Union, while also trying to change and bring the world out of its stagnation, both technologically, and socially, in order to lead to a better future. That sounds like a pretty amazing premise and an incredibly unique one for a story blog, that is if you ever heard or learned history before.//

//The lack of knowledge of the rest of my fanbase about history is truly what I think holds this entire story down. Obviously, it's not your fault at all, I blame the schools for not making history a mandatory thing, as it's really interesting, I just want to clarify that? But let's be honest: How many anons and story blog anons, out of everyone here know what the Soviet Union is? The Civil Rights Movement? The Cold War? Vietnam? John F Kenndey? The Aztecs? Egypt? Germany? Who here knows a single clue about history or what they're talking about?//

//I think the answer is clear, as while there are several anons that do know about history quite a bit actually, the majority don't know, and that's a massive issue. Given how so few people, especially in the Dr story blog community, know about history other than a few facts, is mindblowing. And I feel like I'm the main person to blame for not teaching you all what I'm talking about before I started the story, as to give you all a better understanding as to what the setting is and what exactly our characters are in right now. I promised all of you that I would explain the events and lore behind everything, but I haven't really done it, didn't I?//

//The fact that we are now at the point where Hajime has to deal with a Stasi agent attacking his family, despite almost everyone not even knowing what the Stasi even god damm is, is so embarrassing and astounding, I can't even fathom why I didn't do a review of this earlier. It would have been so much more easier, wouldn't it? Explantation to the audience is key, especially when it comes to things that people don't know or haven't had a clue is key, as it allows them to clearly understand what's going on, and how they can comprehend what they're listening to and what to do in this case. Clearly, I have failed in this as we're a quarter into this, and people still don't know what's happening.//

//When you fail at even explaining to your audience the fucking premise of the whole story blog and what it actually means, something is clearly wrong with you as a writer, like seriously. To fail at something so simple as explaining a premise to people is a thing that I cannot even put into words, as it's just unbelievable. What is the point of even continuing if people don't know what I'm talking about?//

// *Sighs* I'm not trying to sound constantly negative all the time with these things, I'm really, really not. I don't want to be a Nerderotic or Mauler, because those guys are just pissed off over any conceivable thing that they don't like, and give rather god-awful takes, though the takes are more on Nerderotic's part than Mauler's because he has some decent takes, albeit with questionable ones as well. //

// The point is that I'm so overwhelmed, stressed out, and tired as fuck at this stage, that I just want to finish this post and stop uploading for the day because this is just too much for my mental state to handle. Yet I keep going because I want to see this blog be successful one day. Everything for the past three months has been nothing but constant stress and work for me, and it's reached a point where I need to think and self-reflect on what I'm doing or there's no going back for me.//

// I'm just... *sighs* I can't even say anything other than the fact that I'm sorry for expressing my emotions. I guess I cannot express my feelings on this in a stressed way, can I? I just have to take it, do I? Sorry for having some creativity in my life, and trying to think outside the box! *sighs* To those of you who support me, @a-student-out-of-time @thenewfuture @tired-writer-in-progress @alizachan @spyrkle4, and the rest of you, thank you so much for this support that you guys give me throughout this. I'll be fine, I just... need a minute to catch myself, but I cannot understate how much I value your support and kind advice through this difficult time throughout this, and making this blog a reality. I greatly appreciate your support and wish all happy blessings in the future.//

// I formally apologize if this turned into a vent about my insecurities as a young writer, but I felt like I had to address this at some point because this was going to be an issue, and I felt that if I didn't address this, something worse was going to happen that I would regret wholeheartedly. I'm just... drained out and done with writing this post, and I hope you all can understand why I feel this way and how I want to improve this story blog for the better.//

//This is Mod Sam from A Tale Never Told, signing out. Have a good one and... I'm just so tired and done with doing more posts today. God help my soul...//

#mod talks #a tale never told #announcement #story blog

[laf-outloud]

I hope it's okay to vent to you here about this.

I only now watched the panel from last weekend's con and I just have such a distaste for Jensen these days. The Portuguese buns joke was just gross to me. Especially when he added to it by asking if anyone there was Brazilian? Way to reference your ex-gf in such a male gaze way, pal. Like I get that Jared made the same joke too and it was just a joke, but why make it blatantly obvious that he's talking about his ex-gf? Which is beyond weird given the circumstances. It almost reminded me of that tasteless and tone deaf Brendan Fraser joke he made when with Jeffrey Dean Morgan in that NJ panel. His overgrown frat boy is showing. Not to mention all we have learned about his attitude towards other people working on a set, his or someone else's, ever since the Rust interview, what the Winchesters cast and crew were forced to endure during shooting, and now this lawsuit.

Then his answer to the gift question just made me roll my eyes. I get that these guys are essentially putting on a show at these cons and we don't know how they are privately, but sometimes the whole Jensen being a grumpy dad thing just leaves him looking like an ungrateful jerk. I also know this was a joke but why does he always have to take a potshot at his kids? I don't get it. In what way is that entertaining? And why do AA's eat this shit right up? I can't have kids so maybe it's a touchy point for me but do you know how grateful I'd be to get any kid's drawing never mind my own? Kids aren't trying to be the next Picasso. They're making those drawings for you because they love you and want to make you something. I get he's joking and most likely embellishing for entertainment's sake but that just came off to me as him being an ungrateful asshole, just like the race car story.

Ever since that very entitled story, my opinion of him has sunk lower and lower. I don't know what's going on with him. I don't know if it has to do with the whole Soldier Boy and Dean branding, trying to emulate some mix of the two but holy crap I am so over him acting like an asshole. The grumpy persona is extremely tired and off-putting, except to AA's who only see him for his looks. He could be cursing them out or punching someone out and they wouldn't care as long as he looks good doing it.

I saw a video the other day of him at a con with Jared from 2014 I think it was. What a vast difference. Perhaps in his private life he's much different but how he's been acting publicly recently leaves a very bad taste in the mouth. In comparison, Jared seems way more grateful, a lot happier, and kinder I would even say. Like I said, maybe Jensen is different privately but publicly he has become a major dick. That's very disappointing and like I said off-putting. I've tried to continue being a fan of both guys and be supportive of them separately and together, but with the things he's said lately, Jensen is making it awful hard to continue.

It's just disappointing and really reminds you that no matter how they act publicly, like once upon a time this guy acting humble and gracious and down to earth and grateful for every opportunity that's been given to him, you never really know who they are. It's just so massively disappointing. Thanks for letting me vent to you here.

My blot is always open to venting. Vent away, anon!

To be honest, I didn't really connect Jensen's bun story with his ex from over 20 years ago. If he was, yeah, it's crass, and it would certainly fall in line with so many of his other crass jokes/stories. I'm on your side when it comes to being tired of his grumpy/frat boy persona.

Part of me thinks the de-evolution of his public persona is a coping strategy for hiding how lost/uncertain he is with his career (and possibly his personal life). Like, he has to create a character of himself in order to hide any vulnerabilities. But at the same time, you wonder how much truth there is in that personality because it shows up in other cases where he's not putting on a show (like the police interview).

(It could also be that he no longer has Jared around to inspire him to be a better person which may be why he seemed so much nicer in those earlier cons. Some people tend to adopt the traits of those they're most around.)

Whatever the reason, it is disappointing to see and I understand your frustrations. It's hard to be a fan of someone who is no longer the person you thought they were. I hope venting helped a bit and I wish you the very best!

#ask box #anti jensen #insecure jensen #because that's what it looks like #insecurity covered up by a false ego

[dianalolihikki]

Hey!💜

As I said, not much happens in my life on weekends. Perhaps that's why I feel such an aversion to posting today? Or maybe I just got tired and bored of posting? After all, I usually wrote an awful lot. I hope I'm just freaking out again. I find writing here very helpful and it's a nice part of my routine, and I love having a daily routine.⭐

In yesterday's post I inserted a picture where I didn't mean to, that is, in the middle of the text, and I got terribly annoyed.

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My day today can be described in one word: reading a book on the terrace.

I finished this book with a teacherxstudent theme. It was, for the most part, a enjoyable read. Certainly not on the level of the book "My Dark Vanessa",but just a good book.

I was certainly surprised by the ending. In the last chapter it turned out that the whole plot was only the imagination of the main character,and her love for the male teacher from beginning to end was unrequited.

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The ending of this book reminded me of J.

Does he sometimes think of me?

Sometimes he certainly does,after all, he occasionally texts me. Sometimes he sends some wishes, sometimes he gives a like under my photos on Facebook.

But am I still important to him?

Because the fact that I was, I know, he told me himself. He also told me that just that I was important to him as a friend,his child. I was stupid that I doubted it despite his words because of my low self-esteem.

However, it's been two years since I've seen him. Now he has a different life, other patients. He works practically from morning to evening. Most likely, he doesn't even have time to think about me. When he does think it's probably about A, not about me. And this is the truth.

However, what I fear most is that he hates me. After all, I was supposed to come to him and A for physiotherapy twice, and twice I canceled the reservation at the last moment. Seemingly I know it's because of my mother,J knows it too.

What if J is disappointed in me that I couldn't stand up to my mom?

But would he then text me?

After all, he has a rule that he doesn't keep in touch with people who contribute nothing to his life.

Or maybe he texts so rarely because he's mad at me? Nonsense,he has always forgotten to text back. Not only to me, he even often does not text back A. She often complained to me about it.

Because of lack of contact I no longer know what is true and what is my delusion in the relationship with J.

One thing is certain: he certainly doesn't think about me as often as I think about him.

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I've been holding myself back all day from asking my mom if she'll get the paperwork for my physiotherapy with K done by Monday.

I know that these questions would only piss her off,and nothing could be done over the weekend anyway.

I was afraid it would be too late on Monday, but I asked N and she calmed me down that we have a whole month to do it.

I just hope my mom will get it done and not back out.

Why do I care so much about this?

I think I'm seriously looking for a replacement for J. I've already imagined myself making friends with K, who in my imagination is nice and good to me.

Am I mentally ill?

Sometimes I really hate J for leaving the physiotherapy camp where he worked. I feel as if he abandoned me and left me with everything wrong in my life. However, I know that he has the right to do whatever he wants with his life. I also had two chances to keep our friendship in real life, but because of my stupidity I didn't use them.

I miss you,J. You don't even know how much. Or maybe you know.

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Mom was at her friend's house today. When she came back she told me that they cried to each other. Her friend also has an alcoholic husband who was even worse than my father. Only that this friend's husband, unlike my father, stopped drinking after therapy.

As usual after such confessions, I didn't know what to say, so I answered with some half-words.

Tomorrow I was supposed to go to my aunt and grandmother,but to my aunt we will not go, and to my grandmother my mother is going with my with my older brother and his wife,and they are not fond of me. Everyone can see it, even my mother, even though my older brother is her favorite child. So most likely I will not go. I will stay at home and read on the terrace, this time a book borrowed from the library.

Anyway, my aunt and grandmother's houses are not very clean. Whenever I'm in them I somehow feel like I'm soaking in the dirt. The food even gives the impression of being poisonous, although I know it's only in my head. I wonder if it's all my sensory issues.

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I am ending for today. I unnecessarily read scary stories before bed. I am intelligent yet sometimes I act like a retard.

May Monday come quickly!🩷

#cerebral palsy #neurodivergent #neurodiverse stuff #physically disabled #hikikomori #actually neurodivergent #diary #teacher attachment #older men crush #teacher crush #physical therapist crush #physical therapy #physical therapist #teacher x student #teacher love #tc community #unrequited affection #unrequited crush #unrequited love #hell is girl #i miss him #i miss you

[alittlefrenchtree]

I understand that Nick is now working on something else and promoting something else and it's absolutely normal that he can't talk during his promo and focus only on a film that he has made, I absolutely did not share the drama of these days however I also don't understand the whole "he doesn't owe us anything, he's busy" for the possibility that he doesn't post it of the vote like others.

Yes, ok I understand everything but it always seems like everyone has this idea of Nick too far gone now and couldn't even take a second to post a single story for the nomination for a movie that HE MADE and I'm not even saying I want to see him do it or that he has to do it at any cost, he probably won't but it's weird to see how with Taylor they are all "oh look he loves the film so much he, like us, can't let it go" but for Nick even if people just "hopes" to see only a story they are like "stop, he doesn't owe us anything he has other things to think now"

>For context, this ask has been sent after Taylor shared stories about the vote for the glaad awards but before the The Awardist Podcast.>

I’m so sorry I’ve been a bit slow to answer to that. By the time I had time to answer, the podcast happened and I wanted to stay in that mood for a bit, then I have been so very tired and now that I’m a bit rested, I’ve been trying to find a way to answer to you.

I’m not exactly sure what you’re saying exactly actually. It’s not a criticism, I just don’t know where to start my answer. 

As for the specific exemple of the vote for the glaad awards (vote!!!), I’m sure everybody has noticed by now that Bottoms is also nominated so it’s difficult for Nick to say anything about either. Even asking to vote for both is counter-productive as it will be only one winner so not to say anything looks like the best solution for me.

Like you, I think the idea of Nick being "too far gone" for RWRB is absolutely ridiculous.

And even if Taylor not letting go of the movie is more positively oriented, he’s doing almost nothing out of the ordinary. Walking the award circuit as a lead of a movie with a chance to get nomination is very normal (whining bc you can’t sign books while being drunk is less common, but that just makes him even more special 💜).

I’m still not sure where I’m going with this answer but I’m going to keep writing until I feel like it’s coherent enough.

It’s tricky to react to what you say without context or knowing the people who are saying these things. The Internet these days is a lot about overreacting and what could have been a meaningless joke or thought at start can become heavy with repetition and numbers. Like reading "he can’t let go of the movie" is cute the first time but maybe feels a bit more like he's being desperate the hundredth time. "He has other things to do" sounds normal the first time but maybe too close to "he doesn’t care" the hundredth. But the reality hasn’t changed in the meantime, they both still have very normal behavior doing what they’re doing as actor. What I’m trying to say is that it’s fandom stuff happening inside the fandom and to fans mostly and it's mostly about perception. (Am I making any sense? (no))

I also feel like a part of that can be related to expectations (and too many of them) inside a fandom and fans wanting to preserve of protect their actor from it. Expectations, whether they’re expressed on a corner on the Internet or directly to famous people in DMs, often creates frustration and disappointment on the long run. For example, I don’t share most of the asks only waiting or asking for news on Taylor’s next project anymore. There’s nothing wrong with them and I get they come from a place of support but I feel like it would start to sound weird at some point. We’ll know when we’ll know and he’ll tell the story if he feels like it.

I had the same feeling with an ask that were mentioning a semi-hope for Taylor to share something on Alex’s birthday. I thought it was unlikely but I didn’t want to piss on someone’s else fun. But I didn’t want to entertain something I didn’t believe in either (firstly, because I hate lies but mostly because) I didn’t want to create or nourish an expectation that would most likely end up in frustration or disappointment for people reading. So I ended up not posting it at all.

All of that to say that sometimes maybe the "he doesn’t owe us anything" comes from a similar place than that, only in a harsher way to say it.

None of this is actually coherent but if I’m not posting now I’m going to end up deleting everything so let’s not do that. If I’ve completely missed the point of your original message, please say so? I don’t know 😅

#alft asks

[punkrockmixtapes]

Music Nerd Stuff

I really should be working but I have no motivation today so I'm wasting my time doing this instead. If you feel like doing this please do. I don't know who to tag but I'll tag some folks at the bottom.

1. First Concert: officially? I'm pretty sure the first one I went to all by myself was Soundgarden/Rev Horton Heat at Max Bell. There were a few at that same time that I had gone to so I'm not sure but I'll stick with that answer. I know I bought Rev Horton Heat shirt with a Devil girl on it and it got me into a lot of trouble at school the first time I wore it. This probably ages me a little bit.

2. Last Concert: I think the last show I went to was Hot Water Music and Sincere Engineer. I've been super weird about doing anything since Covid. I mean weirder than I normally am. But I'm trying to force myself to go to more shows again. Sincere Engineer were amazing. I can't wait to see another show at a better venue.

3. Most Surprising Show: Hmm...this is tough. I've seen some pretty cool shows especially when I worked at the record store and would just get free tickets to anything. Seeing RVIVR on a whim at a bike shop in town. The show wasn't advertised or promoted at all. I just happened to stumble upon a random instagram post. I had never even seen this shop and it was like 10 blocks from my old house. So I went. It was so amazing. It felt like when I went to shows in high school. It really rejuvenated my love for punk rock.

4. Worst show: Oh I have seen a lot of those...as I mentioned I had a free ticket to almost anything that came through town and I would take full advantage of it. Like I went to see Styx with Gowen singing just because I could. Plus all the basement/all ages shows. I mean you gotta sift through some mud to get some gems. But, maybe the most disappointing was Arcade Fire. It was on their first "big" tour. To be fair I wasn't that into the album yet. But all I had heard was how amazing this band was live and how it was going to blow my mind. I legit fell asleep during the show on a couch. Like not related to booze or being tired. I might as well have been in a boring lecture at school.

or maybe Ozzy the last time I saw him. I saw him in like 96 and he was rad and energetic. Then I saw him later on pre the Sabbath reunion. We were lucky (or so I thought) to be side stage. But Ozzy was decrepit and couldn't move. He was reading off a teleprompter and it was sad seeing the regression. I have heard he ruled on the Sabbath shows but I didn't buy tickets for that based on this experience.

5. Loudest: Hmm...I assume all the basement shows were loud and probably were not good for any future hearing loss but the loudest show with an actual PA had to be the Misfits when they came through on the first run with Graves singing. I don't think my ears were ever the same. I also learned that wearing plugs at a show is probably a smart idea. Alas it was too late.

6. Band I’ve Seen The Most: I'd say Chixdiggit because they played all the time when I was a teenager. I'm sure there are other local bands that I saw just as much.

7. Best Show: Too many contenders. I have been fortunate to see so many good shows. I am a sucker for small venues and I really hate stadium or festival shows. I guess that's the punk rock snob in me. But the first one that came to mind was The Weakerthans at the multi cultural centre. It was an all ages show, on a Sunday , in the middle of summer which usually meant a giant failure at the time. I hadn't been a fan. I was too young to get that kind of music. But the show made me one. Plus I still get butterflies because that whole day was fantastic like some sort of scene in a movie when the main character looks back and reflects on something formative or romantic.

8. Happiest I Got To See: The Menzingers. They had canceled twice here and I finally got to see them. It was probably the first time I was up front at a stage in like 10 years.

9. Wish I Could’ve Seen: There are 3 for me

a) The Murder City Devils - They only played here once as far as I know. I wasn't 18 and I couldn't get into the show. My friend said he would get me in. I was too much of a chicken and I figured they would be back again soon. Much like Mr T at the mall it never happened.

b) Samiam - Same deal as above, same venue, I wish I wasn't such a chicken at the time.

c.) At the Drive In - I didn't get an actual chance to see them but fuck do I wish I could have seen them before they blew up and then hated being a band.

10. Seeing Next: I don't know. I always say I'll go to this show or that show. I'm old, I'm slightly afraid of large crowds now ...but I do have tickets to the Chuck Ragan, The Interrupters and Frank Turner in April. And I really want to see 1876 when they play here for Sled Island. That will rule.

if you feel like doing this @sugartownunderground , @honey-drudgers @capsandbottles97 @serend-p-ty @another-brick-inthewall

#music nerd stuff