#i think it’s the period talking dawg

[cyberfreaky]

wishing i was a crying whimpering mess in between dilf!jake n tonowari while they hoist me in the air n stuff all my holes idk

#i think it’s the period talking dawg #these hormones r going brazy #IM PAINFULLY H WORD #on a casual wednesday at 11:30am 💔 #i can take them EASY

[princessoflalaland]

I kid u fucking not, im genuinely tweaking thinking about the jjk men, specifically nanami and toji. the complete polarity between them drives me insane.

nanami would treat you like a complete and utter queen. craving something only available across town? he's already in the car the seconds the words leave your pretty little lips. period causing your day to be less than perfect? heat pads, comfort foods, blankets, candy- anything you need will be at your disposable. he's a good listener, affectionate, doting, understanding, mature, he is a MAN.

and do not let him know about your sexual needs. mans will (responsibly) drop whatever he's doing to come satisfy you. put that pussy on his nose, let his tongue trace the insides of your tight, gummy walls, he loves it more than you do. let him drill into that pussy until you're both on the brink of passing out with you mewling his name, how good he is, how deep he gets, how much you love his dick, he loves it wayyyy more than you do. ride him to your heart's content, sloppy licking and kissing into his mouth because you know why: he loves it more than you do. he'll make love to you every night if you'll let him, and I have an inclination you would. I mean, who'd wanna miss out on the sweet vulgarities he'd purr in your ear while he rearranges your guts?

"my pretty girl, takin' me so well." he'd huff into your ear. your legs splayed out near your torso as he has you in your all time favorite position: the wonderful mating press. "ah, God," nanami hissed, face pinching with overwhelming pleasure. "you're squeezing me, baby..gonna make me cum.." he'd lift his head where it was tucked away in the crook of your sweat-slicked neck, staring into your very soul with a dangerous mix of adoration and hunger. "want me to cum inside you, love? pump this pretty pussy f-full of my cum?"

You became his world and whatever his woman wants, she gets, no questions, no debate.

Toji, ohhhhhhhhhh TOji toji toji. He's my guilty pleausre, I swear to you. I've committed my heart, soul, and body, to nanami, I've claimed him as my jjk husband, BUT toji truly is my forbidden fruit. I have to fight actual demons not to imagine him pounding into me from behind, the side, upside down, up into me- in any way shape and form simply because feel like im being disloyal to Nanami :(

(mind you these are fictional men created by a Japanese sadist name Akutami Gege, I need to be committed to a mental institution at this rate)

AHEM, anyway, Toji is a blunt lover, and here's what I mean: (in my head) he may not be the best at communication or very good with his feelings, but he'll do his damndest to be upfront with you. he'll try his best to do what he thinks is best for y'alls relationship and with your help, he gets better at voicing how he feels. idgaf what you gotta say, he. will. spoil. you. yes, keeping money isn't something he's always been good at, BUT that all changed when he got with you. Mans made an entire savings account just for you. his money is your money basically; whatever you want is yours, no questions asked. he'd be your ride or die. no one gets to you without getting through that sexy, delicious, mountain of a man. he'll damned if he lets anyone even think about disrespecting his lady. he'll gladly rearrange their face, maybe even end their bloodline, if they're dumb enough to try. toji is...idk the hood nigga of jjk if u ask me, and if you think really hard, that's headcanon enough.

its one of the undisputed facts of the world that toji has that dawg in him. he will, happily, gladly, proudly, rearrange your insides, then give them a fresh paint job with his cum. he'd talk that nasty shit in your ear too while he's pounding you from behind.

"ohh, this pussy so good f'me, ma. so wet, so fuckin' tight....g'nna fuck 'er nice 'n good, maybe leave a baby in 'er too.” he'd growl, his tip bullying your g-spot at a punishing pace. "you'd like that, wouldn't ya?" he'd pull you back by your hair, keeping your back flush against his broad chest while his rough hand traveled down your navel so his thick fingers could torture your clit. "want a baby fucked into yer tight, nasty pussy. ohh im gonna fill you up baby. fill this perfect, fuckin' pussy..."

the forbidden fruit is toji fushiguro, you cannot change my mind.

this was mindless nanami and toji drabble because I need them, istg im tweaking bc maybe they aren’t so different…

#exploringlalalandꨄ︎ #this was very self indulgent #might need to find my nearest psych ward after posting this #is it bad I want both of them at the same time? #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk drabbles #jjk imagine #jjk nanami #jjk toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #jjk x black reader #anime smut #jjk x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk smut

[craxkbaby]

Antares reader here! Got something good so probs a hurt/comfort?

Dick Grasyon x Adopted son of Deathstroke (who's a mercenary as well???)

HEAR ME OIT HE ANGST POTENTIAL IN THIS IS OVERWHELMING!

"Why are you avoiding me?" "Because.... Because i think im falling in love with you okay?" TROPE OMG FKDNDRN

Or "Fuck you!" "Later. Now listen here you little shit-"

IM SHAKING AND BEGGING YOU

HELLO! If it’s okay, I’m just gonna call you Antares anon :3!! I did get your other request, and I am working on it!!! CHAT SCHOOL HAS BEEN KILLING ME!! I was listening to Once more to see you and Cop Car by mitski. And omg.. dawg it lowkey made me emotional!!!

Why would Nightwing himself want to be involved with a guy, the son of Deathstroke? It was a moment of weakness. He shouldn’t be involved with you. You were trained to be a hired gun. A mercenary just like Deathstroke, you do it for the money.

He shouldn’t be involved with someone like you who is connected to a person who wants Batman gone. But it hurts to avoid you. It hurts knowing he will have to get you locked up one day.

Though the chemistry you two share is unavoidable. The small talks on the rooftops during Dicks patrol, the cat and mouse chase you two share. But it’s all platonic right? It’s not. But that’s what Dick wants to believe.

He can’t afford to have these feelings towards you any longer.

But you don’t feel the same way.

The thought of you finally having someone in your life that wasn’t just training you to end lives was refreshing. You wanted the daily night meetups to continue. You loved them, being able to have small breaks with a person you slowly grew to love felt enjoyable.

But you had no clue on how Dick was such against the idea.

He didn’t want to be against it.

But he had to. He was slowly melting onto you, completely sticking onto you like glue. Unable to be tore away. He secretly wished you would change.

Change just so he can be with you, how selfish, he knows. Wanting you to change just so he can be with you the way he likes it. When he knew you weren’t going to change just for him, the avoidance started.

Avoiding you at any cost, stopped meeting at your spot. Stopped answering your calls and texts. Started ghosting you. You obviously noticed this. How can it go unnoticed?

The word “read” under every text you sent suffocated your heart. Then the overthinking started.

“Hey.” Read.

“You okay?” Read.

“Did I do something wrong?” Read.

The overthinking, did you upset him? You probably said something wrong. He probably needs space! From what though?

How were you supposed to know how he felt? He was being childish. Childish in a way, refusing to communicate, refusing to acknowledge you any longer.

Refusing to acknowledge your text, refusing to acknowledge your missed calls, refusing to acknowledge your voicemails, refusing to acknowledge you.

Then the hatred started. All those months of getting to know Dick, and just for him to completely shove you off. Ghosting you for weeks straight, you grew angry with him.

You tried not to think about it, but it was eating you from the inside out. It was hurting like a breakup. Your life fell silent once again.

Dick completely walking out of your life without a reason, without an explanation! Oh and how it irritated you.

You waited for hours at the spot you two usually always met at. Staying out all night just for a no show. It’s like Nightwing never even existed.

It was just all apart of your imagination. Imaging a friend you finally had who was a hero.

You knew him and you being so close wasn’t the best idea, you two had completely different career paths, but still decided to stick to each other.

Though Dick was the one who broke that cycle. The way he always caught himself staring at you for long period of time, his hand always on you somewhere.

It wasn’t going to work out anyways. He always thought.

He convinced himself that you felt the same about the situation. Manipulating himself just to get out of a situation he put himself in.

Those text messages and missed calls didn’t even matter.

But oh when you caught him. It’s like his whole world crashed;

“Dick.”

His name being spoken from the distance, it was obviously you. You caught him, finally finding him after almost a month. You sounded angry, pissed. You had every right to be.

“You aren’t going to say anything? Seriously?”

Dick couldn’t even turn around, couldn’t even face you after such a long time. The guilt started to wash over him like a wave.

The silence was so loud, the only light providing you was the moon. Gotham was settling down for the night, hardly any noises coming from the city. It was like it was just you two in the whole entire world.

“Did I do something wrong?”

No, he didn’t want you to think that. But he caused it. He caused those thoughts to flood in your mind. He didn’t mean to, but he made it happen.

“No, of course not..” He finally said something, slowly turning to you just to see your face scrunched up with confusion and anger.

You found that hard to believe, did you really not? “Yeah, I ghosted you for a whole month. But you didn’t do anything wrong! Makes sense right?”

That’s exactly what you heard from what he said.

“Really? So, my texts didn’t mean shit to you?” You said, stepping closer towards him just for him to back away, like you were some type of disease he couldn’t risk having.

Dick tried to say something, but stutters only came out. He couldn’t make up an excuse. How was he supposed to tell you?

“We can’t see each other cause you kill people.”

“I can’t be seen with you.”

“It’s just your father.”

“I’m trying to save my own fucking reputation.”

He didn’t know how to word it right. He found it impossible. The silence he was giving you was slowly bringing tears to your eyes.

You didn’t want to fucking cry in front of him, you feel embarrassment fade over you. This situation was stressing both of you out. Oh please, cut him some slack.

“It’s complicated.” Dick mumbled. It was, so complicated. Your feelings, his feelings, they weren’t complimenting the situation well.

Dick not giving you a valid explanation irritated you, it made your breath hitch and just made you go silent. The way he was avoiding your eyes, the way he looked anywhere but you.

“Listen—“ He started, but failing horribly to even complete his sentence. The look of your face just made him carry more guilt.

He should’ve been mature about this, instead of ghosting you he should’ve talked to you about the problem. Surely you’d understand, right?

Probably not.

“We can’t be seen together.” Dick got out.

His words sinking in your bead, the words overlapping in your thoughts. Were you really that bad? That bad that Dick is completely avoiding you?

“You can’t be seen together.” You repeated. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” Dick let out, a slight harsh following his tone shortly after.

ALRIGHT BRUH LIKE I ACTUALLY HAD TO GET RID OF THIS, WHY DID I HAVE SUCH HARDCORE WRITERS BLOCK?? IDK! BUT HERES THIS PART AND I PROMISE ILL FINISH IT WHEN I HAVE THE TIME.

#dc comics #batman #nightwing #nightwing x male reader #dick grayson x male reader #dick grayson #writers block #sigh #i tried

[milessluvr]

୭̥I HATE SCHOOL MORNINGS

summary , Y/n school morning with her lover miles G morales

warnings , use of the n word being fed up with school grammar mistakes.

a/n metro was on my mind with this song 🗣️

— 8:30 am Monday school morning.

You got up from her bed fixing it making it more neat and comfortable placing her pillows and plushies in the correct place getting a text from miles

Miles 💋.

gm ma, I’ll pick you up around 9:30 that’s cool with u?

You responded back with a yes and a good morning to him also placing the phone down and putting it on charge removing your bonnet and showing your (type hairstyle) redoing the baby hairs.

—10:00 am.

“dude it is 10:00 am Why the fuck do I already hear yelling.” y/n banged her head down on the desk in stress not tryna hear all of this at 10 am the fucking morning. “I think it's that nigga James fighting sum one idk tho” Miles responded scrolling on Instagram.

“nigga at 10 am in the fucking morning? niggas get on my motherfuckin’ nerve istg.” y/n said not having it today she just wanna spend her day with her mans “and where is this bum ass teacher dawg she wasting my time bro.” y/n said miles laughed at you giving him a slight side eye.

— 11:00 am first period.

as you two sat in the classroom, Miles poke at you making you look at him. you raised an eyebrow in confusion to why he was poking at you. "you so pretty ma." he smiled at you making you crack a smile “your handsome to Miles.” y/n said back

"Y/n. miles. pay attention." Ms rose spoke , causing the both of you to make a stank face looking at each other at the same time.

Few hours pass..

—3:30. Pm the bell rung

Miles got up to grab his belongings grabbing you "ma cmon, we can head over to my place " he almost pulled you out of your seat y/n almost fell from miles pulling her from her seat.

“Alright shit nigga calm down” y/n fixed herself miles couldn't wait any longer and just grabbed his girlfriend and walked out the school walking back to his place.

— Miles place 4:00 pm.

Miles and y/n appear to be doing ‘homework’ but in reality they was holding each other scrolling on social media talking about this school morning “did James win the fight or?” Y/n asked looked at miles. “Nah I don’t think so.” Miles said and y/n sighed “I hate school mornings.”

@entox 2023. Don’t copy or steal anything.

#— JAYS FICS 💋. #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x you #miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales fluff #earth 1610 miles morales x you #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #atsv x black reader #atsv fluff

[nothingtoseeherebyeexx]

Delicate, Chapter Six: You’re On Your Own, Kid

< prev chapter

CW: SA, it’s not described but it has happened. skip from “to be fair” until “quiet weeping” if you’re not comfortable. a bit heavier than usual, but i tried to keep it as light as possible. next ones will be more fun, dw <3

ALECTO @ alectocarrow

Narcissa Black and her unknown ‘friend’ spotted at the party that Lily Evans (the Black Studios’ n1 enemy) also attended…We knew you didn’t like your parents, Narcissa, no need to drag your groupie into this!

narcissa @ thenarcissablack

alecto, you know the addy. pull up anytime and say that shit to my face. i won’t not fuck you the fuck up. period.

ALECTO @ alectocarrow

Is this a threat? Are you threatening me? I’m talking to my lawyer.

narcissa @thenarcissablack

tell ‘em it’s a promise not a threat.

marlsboro @ mckinnon

what if i said narcissa black got that dawg in her?

Euphemia Potter @ euphemiapotter

Hello! I wanted to thank everyone who came to our small gathering last Saturday, hope you all had a good time! 😊 And fun fact! My husband Fleamont is a really good lawyer! ❤️

“So…they didn’t fuck?”

“Nope.”

“They didn’t even kiss?”

“None of that.”

“And she’s like that?”

Amelia pointed to Narcissa, who was busy reorganising the twins’ office, moving the small prizes, photo frames and certifications of an inch from their original positions in a joyous frenzy. Edgar looked just as incredulous (and worried) as his sister.

“I can hear you!” Narcissa said, tiptoe on a chair trying to reach a particularly high shelf. “Your office could use some colour, guys. I could buy you some flowers! Oh and Mel, I want to add another song to the set list for Friday.”

“It’s a twenty minute performance, you can’t sing twenty two songs!” Amelia protested, arms wide in exasperation.

“But it’s really important to me,” Narcissa whined, batting her eyelashes. “It’s, like, vital. Esssential. Pretty pretty pretty please?”

“It doesn’t work with me, Cissa, you know it.”

“Eddie?”

“Nope, we’re not doing that.” Edgar got up from his chair with his hands raised, and Mary watched him cross the room decidedly, pick Narcissa up from her legs and throw her over his shoulder like she was a bag of potatoes. A screaming, kicking bag of potatoes.

“He’s like the Big Friendly Giant.” Mary whispered.

“I feel violated.” Narcissa snarled once she was delicately deposited on the couch.

Edgar ignored her, sitting back in his chair.

“What happened at the party, Cissa?” he asked, calm as ever.

Narcissa smirked, and told them she had talked to Alice and about their promise (although it was more like a threat, but Mary wasn’t going to contradict her), but despite the passionate retelling, Amelia was unimpressed.

“Pick five songs. The show is in three days and we can’t change everything last minute because your crush stopped ignoring you.”

“She’s not my crush-“

“And Mary,” intervened Edgar, “The album is ready to drop. If you want, you can start writing that song with Lily now.”

Those words hit Mary like a bus.

“Yeah, about that…” she began, and all three turned to her. She felt her stomach turn to stone.

“I think we have a problem. I’ve been really focused on the album, so I haven’t written anything new in…four years? Probably?” she admitted, ashamed.

Mary was aware it was a problem: she had signed a contract, so the company expected her to make music. In her defence, lately she had been busy with the album and looking for a label, and she hadn’t really needed to write anything new in the past months, but still…Wasn’t she, as an artist, supposed to feel the need to write? Music was supposed to be an innate instinct, not a product bound by deadlines, yet Mary had lost the natural need to create songs. The notes sounded wrong, the words on paper were smudges of feelings Mary couldn’t extricate. A big skein of too much, a bunch of knots she couldn’t unravel.

Amelia and Edgar were quiet, the first impassive, the second worried, but Narcissa came to her rescue.

“It’s fine, Mary,” she shrugged, like it was no big deal, “Writer’s block is a bitch. If anything, working with Lily will help you.”

“Yeah,” agreed Amelia, though she didn’t seem too convinced. “It’s not a problem, it’s still early. We’ll drop the album, and you’ll have a lot of time to…overcome this block.”

“Maybe you’ve been overworking yourself,” offered Edgar, “You could try resting a bit, you deserve it. It may help your…creative juices flowing.”

“Don’t say creative juices, Ed, it’s disgusting,” scoffed Narcissa, but she threw Mary a fleeting glance.

So she was worried, but was trying to lighten the mood. Mary appreciated it.

“Now we gotta go. I have a set list to organize.” Narcissa smiled, waiting for Mary to also get up. But she stayed on the chair, looking at the twins.

“Amelia, Edgar,” she began, “I’ll do it. I promise.”

Edgar smiled, comforting.

He was such a good-natured man. A human Care Bear. Mary wanted to hug him.

“I have no doubts, Mary. But don’t worry, and take it easy,” he said.

~

Mary had doubts, was worried, and did not take it easy.

“Cissa, can we talk for a minute?” she asked as soon as they stepped into their apartment. “Before you go to your room and write down the best songs to impress Alice, that is.”

“I’ll pick my fluffiest, pinkest pen, lay in my bed, and kick my feet to do that,” she smirked to herself, taking off her shoes. “Get on the sofa while I make some hot chocolate for the occasion.”

As Narcissa slid into the kitchen, Mary got comfortable and closed her eyes. Like this, she could almost pretend she was back in her family home, basking in the sunlight filtering through the thin curtains of her window, listening for her brothers’ bickering or for the sound of her mum’s car parking in the garage.

She hadn’t called.

May was surprised by this, but not because she was expecting her mother to beg her to come back-no, she had been happy her daughter had decided to get a life of her own and stopped being a expense, but Mary was expecting her to get in contact to ask about her (still) unborn career, since many weeks had passed and Mary hadn’t released anything, and she didn’t usually pass an opportunity to say ‘i told you so’. Mary, however, was not going to call her and give her the chance on a silver platter.

She was willing to make an effort for her brothers, though.

She called them everyday, asked them about school, how things were at home. Theo was always full of anecdotes and questions, eager to tell and know, and he spoke quickly, trying to make Mary feel like she was still home. He ended every call with a ‘we miss you’, and each time Mary’s heart clenched.

Bingley, on the other hand, let Mary do all the talking. He usually picked up the phone, muttered an ‘hi’, and kept his mouth shut until Mary started asking questions. To which he rigorously answered with monosyllables or mumbling. It drove Mary insane, but she didn’t blame him-she couldn’t, really. She had to take care of him when their mum was too busy with work, becoming a sort of mother figure to him, and now he was left in a similar predicament Mary had been when she was just a few years younger than him.

Maybe she could go back to them. They needed her, she could help them with their schoolwork, do the chores, make sure they were asleep before their parents got home and awake in time for school. They were still kids. How could she leave them? She couldn’t even write songs, what had gotten into her?

“Okay, I’m back-wait, are you crying?” Mary barely registered Narcissa putting the cups down and sitting next to her, her words activating some traitorous mechanism in her eyes that turned them into waterfalls.

She tried to look at Narcissa, but her eyes were too watery to see anything, which made her feel even worse, so she completely gave up seeing and pressed her palms against her eyes, hiccuping. Mary felt Narcissa’s arms around her, and she let her head fall to her chest.

“I’m fine,” she muttered, but Narcissa kept her close.

“I’ll teach you to become a better liar when the time comes, sweetheart,” she joked, and Mary let out a strained laugh that sounded more like mix between a dying cat and an affronted seagull.

“I’m…decent,” she clarified, and apparently Narcissa found it an acceptable answer, because she let her go.

Mary grabbed the cup of chocolate and took a sip, focusing on the rich, warm drink rather than her rumply face.

“What’s wrong? Is it the writing block?” Narcissa asked softly.

“It’s nothing, really, I’m almost on my period, I get emotional-“

“Mary.” Narcissa interrupted her, delicate but firm. “You wanted to talk. What’s wrong?”

Mary sighed.

“Many things, actually, and I think this block is only the tip of the iceberg.”

“Let’s start, then,” Narcissa grabbed her own cup of chocolate and snuggled up on her end of the sofa, like a kid waiting for a bedtime story. “Open up, let’s have a bonding experience.”

“I was thinking about my family,” Mary began, feeling a little silly being interrogated like that. “My brothers. And my mum. And it’s just…I-I’m confused. Torn. I mean, I’m extremely glad for everything that I’ve accomplished, and I don’t regret anything. On the other hand, though, I feel guilty. So fucking guilty, Cissa.”

She gulped, swallowing her tears.

“I left them. I told them I would always be there for them, and then I left and I don’t even regret it, and I fear I’ll end up like my mother and-“ Mary paused. “And a part of me wants to go back. But then I remember where I am, how I worked my ass off for the past months, and I feel like-like I deserve this. And I do. I worked hard, and I’ve earned it. And yet, every time I enjoy what I have, I can’t help but feel like I’m being unfair to my brothers, like I’m here at their expense. And I know it’s not fucking right, but why does my mind do this? Why do I even end up missing my parents, who were never there for me? What even is there to miss?”

Mary took a big breath, her cheeks hot from the unexpected outburst, and was glad to find Narcissa looking at her with not an ounce of judgement in her eyes.

She wasn’t trying to offer solutions right away, giving her some space to be heard instead.

“But I don’t think that’s the cause of this block. I think that dates back to ages ago, before I came here, when I was still looking for a label, a talent scout, or anything, really,” Mary continued, “I was desperate. I had just got out of high school, I had no job and no money, only a few songs waiting to be heard and pressure from my parents. I didn’t have real friends, only acquaintances, but I told them about my dream, my album, stuff like that. I’m not sure how much they cared, to be fair.

“One night, I went to a club with one of these acquaintances of mine. I didn’t go out often, but I‘ve always been a party girl, so when I did go out I always had fun, drinking, smoking and all that. And that night wasn’t much different from the others, at first: I was tipsy, but still ended up chatting with a guy on a bench. Since I was obsessed at the time, I started blabbing about my songs and my desperate need of a label, and at that the guy’s eyes lit up, and he laughed. He said he had contacts with the Black Studios, that his dad worked there, and that he could arrange an interview. I was euphoric. Then he said he wanted to offer me-his ‘future coworker’, he said- a drink, and when he came back he even dared me to down it in ten seconds. Like a game, you see. A joke. That’s the last thing I remember from that night. I woke up behind a bush a few hours later.”

~

Mary opened her eyes, the sun not out yet, but its rays already tinting the sky, timidly pushing away the dark blues and purples. A few stars still hung in there, resolute. It could’ve been a peaceful moment, but then Mary remembered she was lying on the ground, next to a bush right outside a club-a perfect spot for people in desperate need to piss, not ideal to fall asleep. She pushed herself up with her hands, and was surprised to find her whole body aching.

Mary checked her arms and found scratches, and her legs were bruised. Too much damage for a few hours sleeping on the ground.

What time was it? Had Sheryl already gone home? And where was that guy, Mulciber?

Suddenly the world seemed far, far away, and as a suspicion made its way in her mind, a horrible feeling started growing in her stomach, making her want to puke. She didn’t want to know what happened anymore. She wanted to go home, but her ride had left her.

“Hey girly, what are you doing there?” called a voice from a jeep that had just come to a stop next to her. It was a girl, maybe a bit older than her, with straight dark hair and flashy sunglasses and an exceptionally green eyeshadow.

“D’ya need a ride home?” said another girl, her blonde pigtails peeking from behind the first girl. She chewed noisily, and was also wearing bright blue eyeshadow.

“Jess, go help her up, for fuck’s sake!”

“Oh my God, I’m going!” a third girl shouted, coming out of the backseat. She had ridiculously high platforms and a small, tight pink dress, along with a white feather boa and a red wig. Mary thought she was hallucinating.

When she arrived, she crouched in front of her and looked at her with big, brown eyes.

“You okay? You look like a mess.”

Mary wasn’t okay. In fact, she was too confused to answer. The girl took out a tissue from her small purse and started cleaning her face, sweeping away the dirt from her cheeks and the leaves from her hair.

“A bit better. D’you need, like, a ride? I’m still tipsy but our driver, the blonde one, is stone cold sober, I swear. She refuses to drink because she doesn’t want to, like, piss in public bathrooms. Cus it’s too gross for her.”

Mary nodded, speechless, and the girl, Jess, helped her up and led her to the truck. She ended up in the seat between her and the green girl, who had left the spot at the front, and the two soon started to clean her up, fixing her dress, brushing her hair, they even took off her makeup and put a few skin care products. The girl in blue drove recklessly, but the trunk of the car smelled of weed and Mary had the absurd thought that maybe it had an effect on her own sense of self preservation, because she didn’t mind the danger. The girl in green started patting her head, and Mary had the feeling she was the reason behind the sweet scent in the trunk.

“Ok sweetie,” said the blonde, swerving to avoid a pedestrian who was crossing the street. “What happened?”

“I…don’t remember.”

“You got absolutely sloshed last night, didn’t ya? Typical.” smiled the girl in pink. She took out a gum and offered Mary one, and she took it.

“I wasn’t that drunk…A guy was supposed to bring me a drink and…” Mary’s head was too light, her memory blurry. “The last thing I remember is drinking with him. Then I was really sick and…I found myself bruised and aching on the pavement.”

There it was again. The knife in her stomach, the knot in her throat. She wanted to curl up on the seat and cry.

“You got roofied?” asked the girl in blue bluntly.

“Oi! Be more tactless, you cunt!” countered the girl in green.

“I’m taking her to the hospital, bitch. If she was raped, she needs proof.”

Raped. Proof. Mary was going to vomit.

The three girls began fighting, but Mary could only think about her brothers. It was Saturday. She had to help Bingley with a school project and she had promised Theo she’d take him to his friend’s house. She had to clean the house and go grocery shopping. All before her mum came home, or she’d start doing everything herself and then complain about it.

“Take me home,” she whispered, and the girls quieted down.

“Take me home, please.” Mary repeated.

The girl in blue threw her a heavy look from the rear view mirror.

“Are you not going to at least press charges?” she asked, popping her gum. “The police station isn’t far-“

“I don’t have the money or the time. And I was drunk, and I…” Mary let her head fall against the headrest, closing her eyes.

“No one would believe me. It’s a waste of time.”

At that, the girls lost all the will to fight. The girl in green took her hand, drawing small circles on her wrist with her thumb, while Jess rested her head on Mary’s shoulder.

For the rest of the ride, Mary let the air inside of the car, heavy with the smell of weed, perfume, pity and resignation, be filled with her quiet weeping.

~

“Three girls took me home. Now that I think about it, they were dressed like the PowerPuff Girls,” Mary snorted, although she felt more like crying rather than laugh, and Narcissa apparently didn’t find it funny either, her chocolate cold and forgotten now on the table in front of them.

“Mary…”

“Yeah?” she answered, her voice breaking. Narcissa opened her arms, and Mary barely hesitated before throwing herself at her. Narcissa hugged her tightly, as if she could squeeze all the pain away, crushing it until it imploded.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“I know.” Mary cried.

“It wasn’t your fault.” Narcissa repeated.

“I didn’t say anything back then. And now, I feel like I can’t say anything,” Mary sobbed, “I have tried writing songs, but every time I sit down with a pen in hand, I can only think about that drive home. When I realised.”

“Why don’t you write about it, then?” Narcissa asked, sweetly, running her fingers through Mary’s hair.

“It’s scary, Cissa. It’s something I don’t want to remember, much less make it known. I don’t care about the public opinion, but I don’t want to be known as that one girl who was assaulted, I want to be known as Mary MacDonald.”

“You don’t have to release a song,” replied Narcissa. “You could write a letter, or a poem. It can be personal, or you can choose to publish it. I think it could be helpful, regardless of what you choose to do with it. Cathartic.”

“Do many singers even release this kind of stuff? It’s…very personal.” Mary pondered, ignoring the fact she had cried all over Narcissa’s (now soaked) arms and shirt. Mary was still holding her chocolate, which she miraculously hadn’t spilled.

“Some do. Take Evans, for example. She writes mostly autobiographical stuff, and the people love it.” Narcissa shrugged. “That’s also why I think she will be good for your block. She can bring out the best in you.”

Mary smiled.

“Can I tell you a secret? It has nothing to do with all this,” she whispered, lifting her face to meet Narcissa’s gaze.

“If you want.”

Mary paused for suspence.

“I’ve never listened to Lily’s songs.”

“What?” Narcissa exclaimed, shocked. “How is that possible? She’s literally a pop icon! Has been for years!”

“I know but-“ Mary laughed, returning to her half of the sofa to watch Narcissa freak out from a safe distance.

“She has won multiple awards, set records, made multiple cameos in shows and ads-“

“Cissa.” Mary interrupted her, smiling. “I’ve heard some of her most famous songs, I just thought it was funny because everyone expects me to know everything about her, starting from her discography.”

She took a sip from her cup, hiding a smile, but Narcissa seemed thoughtful. Mary had a feeling she was still thinking about what she’d told her, and was debating bringing it up again.

“What did you say his name was?” she finally asked, breaking the silence.

“He said it was Mulciber, but I doubt he was stupid enough to tell his real name. Why?”

“There is a Mulciber who works in my family’s business,” she said, and Mary felt her blood speeding up in her veins.

“He’s Snape’s manager.”

~

“I am so fucked. So. Fucked.” Alice was pacing back and forth in her living room, or rather, had been pacing for a while now, with three pairs of eyes following her.

“I’m a hypocrite. What was I even thinking?” she cried, “Do you think I’m a hypocrite?”

Lily and Frank immediately responded with a choir of ‘noo’’s, while Marlene let out a dubious ‘meh…’ that made Alice pout.

“She didn’t even tell us what happened!” Lily protested, and Marlene just shrugged.

“Actually, can you tell us what happened? In detail, because I think we’ve already got the general gist,” intervened Frank.

“How long have you-you know what, I don’t care,” said Alice, and started walking again.

“Narcissa and I were in a relationship, it ended badly, and I haven’t spoken to her since. I thought she hated me, turns out she hates the fact that I don’t think about her all the time-“

“Which is a lie, because you do,” Marlene interrupted her, and Alice threw her a glare that made the blonde raise her hands in surrender.

“-anyways. Now she wants me to watch her performance and I am going fucking crazy because I have been ignoring her, and I don’t know what to expect.”

“Crazy detail, Fortescue.” Frank commented. Alice ignored him.

“Why don’t you listen to some of her songs, so you do know what to expect?” suggested Lily.

“I would have to endure listening to her voice for hours and I don’t think I can do that, the show is tomorrow.” Alice answered. “I swear, she makes me want to bang my head against the wall.”

“I think she only makes you want to bang-“

“Marlene, I’m begging you. Stop.”

She smirked from her stool.

“If the issue is time,” began Frank, “Lily and I have made a list of songs that might be about you.”

“And why in God’s name did you do that?” Alice asked, exasperated.

“We were bored and had a perfectly good whiteboard,” said Lily.

“Oi, we can use that as a bucket list when we watch the show!” Marlene exclaimed.

Alice wanted to rip her hair off. “Let’s organise a watch party while we’re at it,” she said ironically, covering her face with her hands.

“We’re all going to be watching the show, Alice,” replied Lily, “James and Sirius will also be performing. Marlene and I can go to Peter’s with Remus, if you want to be alone.”

“Yes, thank you. Sorry for banishing you from your own home.”

“It’s fine, Alice. We’ve been looking forward to going, actually.” Marlene said, comforting. She came closer to Alice and started patting her back. “When was this relationship with Narcissa, though? Before or after she left the Black Studios?”

“…It was when we were still at Hogwarts.”

“Ten years ago?” Frank spoke under his breath, and Marlene’s hand dropped from Alice’s back. Lily bit her bottom lip, possibly to refrain from saying something.

“Holy fucking shit, Alice. And you’re still like this?” commented Marlene.

“Of course I am. You would be like this, too, if you were in my place!” Alice protested.

Because what she had with Narcissa was incredible.

It was playful, youthful at first.

Thrilling and passionate in the middle.

A tragedy in the end.

But it was theirs, all throughout, and it was real. It was real for Alice, and maybe she was wrong, maybe it was real for Narcissa, too.

In twenty four hours, one of two scenarios would happen.

In the first, Narcissa’s songs were going to be about how badly Alice treated her, maybe they diminished their past to a silly teenage love and humiliated her publicly, other than break heart in even smaller pieces.

In the second, Narcissa apologised and confessed her undying love for her. Which, honestly, might be even worse.

The sound of Lily’s ringtone interrupted her thoughts.

“Oh!” her face lit up as soon as she saw the screen. “It’s Mary! I’ll be back in a sec!”

She didn’t even wait for an answer before skipping to another room, her hair bouncing with every step.

“Are we going to address that, or…” Marlene said, pointing towards the door Lily had just shut behind her.

“Let’s address that. I’m tired of being the one under the spotlight,” agreed Alice. “That’s a lot of excitement for a friend.”

“Well, you know Lily,” intervened Frank, “She loves her friends a lot. And, she’s a girls’ girl. I don’t see anything weird.”

“Why are you trying so hard to defend her (alleged) heterosexuality?” inquired Marlene, wary.

“That’s suspicious, Frank. People might get the wrong idea,” agreed Alice.

He rolled his eyes vigorously.

“She’s dated plenty of men. She said multiple times she likes men.”

“Bisexuality is a thing,” countered Marlene.

“I would know that, McKinnon.”

“I can’t possibly know that, you never tell us about your love life!”

Frank and Marlene began bickering, and Alice was laughing so hard she had to kneel down.

“I’m back!” smiled Lily, entering the room.

“That was quick,” said Alice, still wheezing.

“She had to help Narcissa with something. Anyways, she invited me to her place tomorrow. Narcissa is going to be away all day, so she wanted to start writing our song. I’ll stay with her to watch the show,” she explained.

“Oh, so it’s going to be just the two of you? Alone?” Alice asked innocently.

“Yes, imagine how sad it would’ve been if she was by herself all day!” Lily replied.

“So sad,” agreed Marlene, using the same tone as Alice. “I’ll tell Peter and Remus you’re not coming, then.”

“They won’t mind, will they?”

“I’ll tell them why you can’t come, they’ll understand,” Marlene smiled, and then threw a glance at Frank, who was unimpressed.

“Thank you, you’re the best. I have to pick an outfit, Friday is literally tomorrow!” Lily said, going to her room, but then stopped and turned back to them.

“Actually, this may sound weird, but…” she started. “Do you think Mary likes women?”

Alice covered her mouth with a hand, trying to muffle a laugh. She didn’t know what was going on between Marlene and Frank, but if she took a quick look she knew she wouldn’t be capable to stop herself from cackling.

“I think she does,” replied Marlene after a quick silence, since Frank clearly wasn’t going to answer.

“I heard she has a girlfriend. Valentina, I think.”

“Oh really?” said Lily, taken aback. “I mean, of course Mary isn’t single, have you seen her? She’s gorgeous, it would be a crime if she were. She’s really kind, too. I’m just surprised, it’s…well, she hasn’t mentioned a girlfriend, and we’ve been talking for a while.”

Lily Evans was rambling. Alice and Marlene were going to taunt the fuck out of Frank at the first available opportunity.

“Anyways. Marlene, how-who told you?”

“No one, I lied. I wanted to prove a point to Frank.” Marlene smirked, pointing to him.

Lily pressed her lips into a thin line, and Alice could feel a few gears getting into motion in that smart, oblivious head of hers. She left the room shortly after, and Alice and Marlene didn’t have to say anything: Frank raised his hands in surrender, giving up under the girls’ laughter.

#i’m so proud of marlene’s twitter name #anyways #fic: delicate #marylily #nobleflower #alicissa #mary macdonald #lily evans #narcissa black #alice fortescue #mary x lily #lily x mary #narcissa x alice #alice x narcissa #marauders #marauders era #marauders fic

[ticklishthoughts1]

The rabbit hole

okay so some of my friends in this community are capable of making either my Lee or ler moods (primarily my ler moods) SO fuckin intense-

but like, but like, because I’m a tease by nature, I always drag them down with me, and it ends up being this double flustered rabbit hole no matter who is in what mood-and like, NONE of the people I’m talking about heard this, if you did you fuckin didn’t……………

BUT DAMN IT IS SO FUN-

Especially with this one person who we’ll just call ‘Neutron Star’ for the sake of this post, sweet baby Jesus they’re such a cute Lee, but somehow they’re a cuter ler?! I don’t giggle a lot period but they make me giggle randomly and it’s great, it really is. I don’t think they’re even aware how switchy they make me dawg T^T

It’s not like they’re the only ones I rabbit hole with but they’re one of the most flustering (I say ONE OF because of the existence of a certain Rez and gray but shhh y’all can keep secrets right? Right)

yeah so I’ve just kinda been didhekdnwkvnsn

#ler mood #lee mood?? #Damnit Gray #And Rez #And Robbie #And Vee #AND FUCKING MAL?!? #Mal was the most unexpected in this list but they’re definitely on it #And the. There’s Jayyyy #Ngl I think Jay is the least aware of the rabbit hole #they were also the first one I went into a lee mood rabbit hole with so there wasn’t a term yet #To be clear if you see your name on here I want you to tickle me to peices then I want to do the same thing to you but 10x worse thanks

[fernsnailz]

your archie redraws are everything! whats the context of the first page, with tails crying and shadow looking THE MOST angry ever? what on earth is going on there?

hi i’m so glad you asked this because it gives me the chance to talk about what i consider to be one of the funniest series of events in the archie sonic series

unfortunately there’s a bit to explain here (as is usually the case with the archie sonic series), but i think it’s worth it for the FULL cultural impact of this one specific panel

lore dump below the readmore, and spoilers for archie sonic i guess? idk the series ended in like 2017 lmao

TL DR: shadow and tails mourn the death of one of the least popular characters in all of sonic history

so. let me introduce you to tommy turtle.

in the 117th chapter of archie sonic, sonic goes undercover to rescue a childhood friend of his named tommy. when robotnik took over the world years ago, everyone thought lil' tommy had been killed or roboticized - turns out, tommy is alive and has been living in enemy territory for quite some time!

anyways, surprise surprise turns out this was all an elaborate trap organized by robotnik and one of his spies named sleuth “doggy” dawg (which is the best name for any character ever). sonic and tommy make an elaborate escape where sonic uses him as a skateboard - unfortunately, a grenade gets in the way of their happy ending, and tommy turtle sacrifices himself to get sonic out of there alive.

tommy, as a character, was created to have a bold sacrifice, live for one issue, and give sonic a heartbreaking lesson on friendship or whatever.

here's the problem: the writers kept bringing tommy turtle back.

about 20 issues later, sonic goes on ANOTHER undercover mission and finds tommy AGAIN, who claims he survived the grenade because he hid in his shell.

unfortunately, this tommy turns out to be an impostor - a robotic duplicate that infiltrates sonic’s home, tries to kill him, and then nearly kills sonic’s robot dad.

so tommy is gone for real now, right?

NOPE! after this, the freedom fighters set out on ANOTHER undercover mission to find tommy AGAIN, who is about to be executed by eggman’s robots. at the very last second, he somehow outruns his fated death once more.

for some reason, this cartoon turtle simply cannot die.

after he’s rescued, tommy keeps showing up in random arcs of the comic. he has a mini story about how he isn’t good at anything. he saves three of the freedom fighters from being electrocuted to death by using a leather glove. when sonic, shadow, and metal sonic have an epic battle over a four-issue arc, tommy is just... THERE.

despite tommy getting a decent amount of time in the story, he paled in comparison to the rest of the characters in terms of personality, motivation, and general charm. because of this, he was relatively unpopular in the archie sonic community (which is a kind way to put that SO MANY PEOPLE HATED THIS IMMORTAL TURTLE).

thus begins the downfall of tommy turtle.

as a member of the freedom fighters, tommy was included in all of the wacky science shenanigans because i guess that’s what the writers decided he was good at?? in this period of his seemingly eternal life, tommy helps the gang study nanites (microscopic robots), which suddenly have a reaction to tommy. the robots conform to his seemingly indestructible shell, and give tommy… shapeshifting abilities. tommy turtle gains the ability to grow wings, fly with a jetpack, and make his already indestructible shell extremely powerful.

they gave tommy fucking turtle shapeshifting abilities

however, when the head writers of the series changed around this time, the new writers began to wrap up old storylines and characters that previous writers had left unresolved. and one of the first things the new team did was finally complete the tommy turtle saga.

those nanites that gave tommy turtle superpowers? turns out, they’re under the control of one of robotnik’s evil AI programs called A.D.A.M, who has secretly been working on a master plan to become an all-powerful being. his secret weapon? tommy turtle.

A.D.A.M, now controlling tommy, wreaks havoc among the freedom fighters, kidnaps shadow and tails, and uses both super shadow and turbo tails (aka the super version of tails in archie sonic - it’s just tails wearing a cape) to summon every chaos emerald in the universe. note that archie sonic has very different chaos emerald lore than the games, there’s like... a bajillion of them. just go with it

sonic goes into his super form and fights a super version of A.D.A.M/tommy while super shadow and turbo tails chaos control the emeralds to a different dimension - that way, A.D.A.M. can no longer harness their power.

(i'm very obsessed with the panel of eggman going "WAKE UP!! GET OUT!!" to the two superpowered animals)

once the emeralds are gone, tommy takes control of his body again - however, his survival is temporary this time. tommy can't remove the nanites from his body, and there's no way to stop A.D.A.M. from returning. with the eggman fleet about to take both him and super sonic out, there's really only one thing for him to do.

tommy finally does the one thing he has constantly failed at - he sacrifices himself and dies.

tommy turtle is dead, for good this time.

finally, we get to the tails and shadow panel. tails mourns the loss of a friend, a fellow freedom fighter that had been given so many chances to try again but ultimately gave his life so the rest of the world have that same chance. and shadow is also there.

the funniest thing here is that shadow honestly had no goddamn idea who the hell tommy turtle was or why he was there, so i think he's mostly just inconvenienced by this whole event lmao

thank you for your question and thanks for reading! here are some additional shadow cringefail moments i found during my re-read of the tommy turtle saga that i really enjoyed

#consider this a warning to anyone who wants to ask me about archie sonic info #i WILL write an entire novel and it WILL be about some dumbass characters whose names sound fake #i love talking about this series it's like recounting a strange set of recurring dreams #archie sonic #sth #long post #there are like 15 other lore dumps i could do based off of the information in this one post alone #do NOT ask me about turbo tails i'll have to write an entire THESIS i swear #sonic loreposting #fernasks

[donniesexceptionalmind]

Hey, just wondering, I’ve been lurking on this blog for a bit (hopefully not creepy) and I’m wondering..do you know anything about GAD (generalised anxiety disorder)? I’ve pretty much had it for as long as I can remember and I know a little bit about it. Hopefully your burnout clears soon!! Also I can’t stop twitching :(

Greetings @skullivan-the-dawg !

& thanks for browsing through my blog, it's not weird at all.

(*￣∇￣*)

An infodump about Generalized Anxiety Disorder?

Sure, why not!

*snaps fingers in excitement*

Generalized Anxiety Disorder is an often chronic mental health disorder marked by excessive, exaggerated anxiety & worry about everyday life events - the worry is often unrealistic or out of proportion for the situation.

The everyday life of people with GAD becomes a constant state of worry, fear, and dread, which obviously has a strong negative effect on the persons well-being.

Symptoms:

Excessive, ongoing worry & tension

Unrealistic view of problems

Restlessness or a feeling of being "edgy"

Troubles with concentration

Tiring easily or being fatigued

Increased crankiness or irritability

Insomnia or other sleeping problems

Muscle tension or muscle aches and/or soreness

Stomach pains, headaches which are linked to constant worry & fear

Shallow, uneven breathing

Increase in heart rate & blood pressure

sweating

Feeling nauseous or sick

Trembling & shaking

Treatments:

Treatments often include a combination of medication & cognitive behavioural therapy. Also, your daily habits can make a difference!

Cognitive behavioural therapy: You learn to recognize & change thought patterns & behaviours that lead to anxious feelings. This type of therapy helps limit distorted thinking by looking at worries more realistically

Medications: They aren’t a cure, but they can help ease symptoms. Your doctor may recommend drugs called benzodiazepines (short-term treatment because they are addictive/ sedating, which impacts memory & daily life). They work by curbing the physical symptoms of anxiety, such as muscle tension & restlessness. Common benzodiazepines include alprazolam (Xanax), chlordiazepoxide Hcl (Librium), diazepam (Valium), and lorazepam (Ativan). These drugs, when combined with many other medicines, can be dangerous if mixed with alcohol! Certain antidepressants are also used to treat GAD for longer periods of time. They may take a few weeks to start working, but they're safer & more appropriate for long-term treatment of GAD. Yet common side effects of antidepressants can include sleepiness, weight gain, nausea & problems with your sex life .

Daily habits: Exercise, Yoga, Meditation, healthy eating habits, etcetera; basically all the boring good stuff for your mental health. You know what I'm talking about & you also know how great I am at not doing these. /s *nervous laugh*

Causes of generalised anxiety disorder:

Biological, psychological, social & cultural factors all appear to influence the development of GAD. The contributing factors may include:

Personality: Research suggests that people who were inhibited or reserved as children may be more likely to develop GAD as adults. Personality traits such as emotional sensitivity & shyness also make worrying more likely.

Learned Behaviour: Our habitual ways of thinking are learned as we grow up & are influenced by a range of environmental, social & family influences. A tendency to be preoccupied with imaginary worries can train our mind, over time, to habitually worry.

Family: Anxiety (as a trait) may be inherited & the family environment (including the role models provided by parents) may influence the development of GAD.

Brain Chemistry: Some research indicates that anxiety is associated with altered brain chemistry. However, it is unclear whether anxiety causes physical changes or whether physical changes cause anxiety. Therefore, some include GAD under the neurodiversity umbrella!

I hope I was able to provide some information, I was not sure what you wanted to hear, so I listed everything I know in short.

And thanks for asking about my recovery from autistic burnout! It's okay, I haven't done shit to ease it, but next week, I'll finally have the time to wind down & hide.

I DID get some cool new fidgets from Mikey & Nardo, SENTIMENTAL SIGH.

Thanks for the inbox message!

#donnie answers #donnie speaks #donatello infodumps #donnies exceptional mind #turtle net #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #anxiety #gad #general anxiety disorder #infodumping #infodump #rottmnt donatello roleplay #rottmnt autistic donnie #rise autistic donnie #autistic donatello #psychology

[suiana]

Hi friend! It's me!

So about my friend whom i like

I am convinced he's just lying but I'm genuinely not sure why

Like I told him about how I got my period and just coincidently his "deskmate" (who I think isn't even real) just so happened to start hers today and he keeps saying how moody "she" is during her period

And also

He's been in that school for 3 days

I've known him for quite some time and he isn't even close to extroverted

How on earth is some random girl who just happens to sit beside him already comfortable enough to share her food and hug him

Is it just in my country where something like this is extremely uncommon

And apparently there's 2 more girls

One is a overly cheery girl that stalked him because he didn't give her his number and a new girl who tripped and fell on him

Is it just me or does that sound like cap

I'm not even exaggerating, that is just a shortened version of the things he told me

He's also becoming more and more talkative each day which is low-key freaking me out because he's always so quiet online

Am I being dense or nah

But I do know for a fact that the parts about the girls r cap

dawg 💀

u should call him out on it or something HAHA

#suiana's sinners

[softcarebears]

ok so uh batshit story time pookie

so on thursday this 6th grader made like money w/ lined paper called bands and like he got my friend j that i’ve mentioned a couple times to protect the bands then one of my other friends, g asked me how to make them

now friday goes by almost normally until fourth period when this other guy i hang out w/ sometimes, s asks me what 30% of 2000 is, come to find out it’s because g owes him a band tax of 30% for making him $2000

so apparently the sixth grader and g have made their own factions, i don’t know much abt the other kids operation but g had ga as his second in command, he gets 50% tax on all the money he makes, and then the workers who get 30%, now s and g have a contact that s works for g for a month at least

now flash forward to lunch, i’m w/ j, he gets sent by the 6th grader to go find g and have a business discussion bc although g has twice the man power, 6 has twice the money, so i’m w/ j looking for g right? then the power goes out, j disappears, 20 minutes pass and i have 5th period and g informs me that j has switched to his side

now obviously power is out so we can’t do our work, so we go to this back table that’s in there separate from our desks, it’s me, g, ga and our other friends w, sc, a, au and n, s gets to the table last, now it’s a very tiny table that only has 4 seats so the rest of us are standing

then s says “you guys are fake” and leaves to the other side of the room, then he terminated his contract w/ g and former his own faction, now there is talks of g and the sixth grader teaming up to take down s

and then i left early so idk what happened so i’m kinda scared abt what’s happening on monday

girlypop i'm so sorry but i'm fucking confused...😭i can't

(i read like 3 times and i still don't fucking understand..i think i have dyslexia)

those codenames BE LOOKING LIKE THE SYMBOLS OF ELEMENTS ON THE PERIODIC TABLE...☠☠☠

HOW DID THIS KID MAKE $2000 DOLLARS..WITH FUCKING LINED PAPER...

THIS IS HOW MUCH HE MADE WHEN CONVERTED IN MY CURRENCY DAWG...

I'VE NEVER EVEN GOTTEN THIS AMOUNT OF MONEY IN MY DAMN LIFE...HE HAS MORE THAN I HAVE ON MY BANK ACCOUNT DAWGY DAWG☠☠

why are these fetuses talking about tax...umm i have no words☠

so...who's in the wrong...out of the alphabet people?😶

is g the person who committed fraud?

but anyways pookie...honestly safest option is to just not go to school🥰🤪

#peachie asks🍑 #ask box #asks

[selfpoet]

🍁 + 🌤: would meet me for breakfast in the mornings and then meet up with me periodically during the day for other meals... i think 🍁 would watch me a little too closely, though. that'd scare me out of eating. that's kinda how this whole thing started in the first place.

🌤 would talk to me over the meal and be patient as i slowly pick at the entire thing. he'd distract me for the most part — that always helps when i'm eating. if i'm left alone to just eat, i'm going to pick at it and then stop.

but regardless of who it is, both of them would give me a patient smile and say that they're proud of me for trying to eat. and if i eat a little more than before, they'd praise me for that, too. i'll eat sweets no problem, so i'm sure they'd suggest one of my favorite sweet snacks to make me feel validated...

...god, i sound like such a child. needing praise and sweets as a reward for eating a fucking meal? i'm fucking pathetic, dawg.

#[ 🍁 ] #[ 🌤 ] #but it's a nice thought... #maybe i'll write something about it someday? #...no that's fucking moronic. #you're an idiot zuzu.

[passeriformess]

ori comes in woop…my head is fuzzy on that fuck but i do remember he baked a small thing with chicory

chicory bit impostbur two times 👍

ori mentioned the plan to move everyone to the end where they will be safe from the end

bug talked to…either the egg or nerd i cant quite recall but i think it was nerd? either way they sent coords to somewhere semi close to the tea-shop to where the egg supposedly was and with ori wanting to destroy the egg, it went over to that location theseus followed shortly after an attemp of wrens part to make him not go

once they arrive they make it to this cave, go inside and destroy what looked like an egg but ended up being made of superglue and fake! gleanmon nerd comes in messes up theseus up a bit, ori is able to escape since the cave nerd entered is too big for them feelies before ori escaped,,,basically the vibe of the mushroom dream of "whats your use? youre useless arent you? how do you make yourself useful?" ori comes back to the teashop, picks up chicory and books it to the eggpire in search of a way to destroy the egg permanantly

this isnt yet recounting anything about the actual expedition to the eggpire that happened today

screw both of the prequels the egg is engaged ❤️

ori made an Everything Potion and tested it on charlotte. the potion proved to be a bomb which is able to harm gleamons. charlotte was captured, and an interrogation from ori revealed that gleamons have a weakness to soul sand. charlotte eventually broke free and killed ori

i offer thee context for lore bugs recap _ some added details from me owo -THE EGGS HAVING A WEDDING W/ AN AXOLOTL (rna) WOOOOOO love wins. there isnt a set date for this yet, but most characters are planning on going!

-everyone managed to temporarily trap charlotte for a small period of time using a homemade bomb which is able to harm gleamons. charlotte was captured, and an interrogation from ori revealed that gleamons have a weakness to soul sand. - the potion itself is somehow made out of every single potion. every single one. it changes colors dawg what the f- for the time that they captured charlotte, they attempted to get some sort of information from them or in other characters case be kind to charlotte in an attempt to figure something out - now appointment that is mentioned later on also ties into the visitation. batts managed to isolate themselves with charlotte once they first woke up but charlotte were unable to move and talk as they so pleased. murder was encouraged but not made possible, luckily nerd showed up, sheduled the appointment "Egg’s having us take a week off killing to celebrate her wedding, Maybe next time" i gave you context ahaha

charlotte broke free and killed ori, and after respawning, oris chip got shoved into the comms for a bit! slightly reset them for a moment but they're fine now - through this we canonically learned the names of oris creators! "/msg to everyone from Chorus This is Oribot! I’m a program made by Will Moffman and Stacey Hoffman :] This is just the testing version but I can help with tasks and other things!" Ayyy

nerd talked to batts about an "appointment" saying they had to go outside for it, but batts was temporarily convinced to not go outside for this by the rest of the tea shop (by convinced i might just mean they physically held them back), sparking an argument - as it currently stands they have not entered the tea shop since this incident, or at ;least not actively communication with the rest of the gang. mf in the garden stop touching grass sm smh /j theseus and batts walked out to swim in a lake afterwards and eventually did come back

scribbles and wren have the ability to copy voices ! - yes a "i like your shoelaces joke was made" B)

egg prequel 3 happened, revealing that we might've accidentally told the egg that she'll be evil in the past, sparking this entire thing! blame sammy. - sammy mostly sparked questions about how the egg was more similar to being a puppet on a string more than anything else, this caused everything that you will see soon

-eggi is now their own person kinda, and out to kill! good for them good for them. they can also hear ooc voices now - eggi permakilled sulfur

i definitely missed a hell ton but this is what i remember at the moment

egg has a weakness to sand as a failsafe created by two gods that are below our status as gods: nature and selection. we were able to install this and travel to the past n talk to them s this was installed 👍 this was hundreds of years in the past and at this point where we were talking, the egg hadnt even become a thought in someones mind until then

tibia (another axolotl introduced) died and became a gleanmon

soulsand hurting gleanmons (even if just a bit) was discovered

The other half missing a few parts now to wait 6 hours fndmskdfng

Heres ur daily lore recap

Hell yeah thanks bro I am Becoming Learned. Congrats to the egg for becoming a person kekw

#we have everything potions in glsmp and theyre very funny #god (gluice) gives them to us in a zoo's gift shop and calls them drugs #theyre quite an experience #ddsmp #asks #friends tag

[expfcultragreen]

I would care more that they argued with eachother about this if they both had cool hair and piercings and were even bitchier, with better genders

Get a better gender, i scoffed

Who am i to talk when im the pakman

Oh speaking of, hey dawg, the reason people think israels "right to exist" is questionable is it was refounded with an event called the nakba, so people are like, dissolve it, its been done wrong

Which is tricky to argue with! my position (that thats mainly the britishs fault that theres baked in colonialism and western imperial ambitions afoot) can be characterized as chauvinistic

So then it boils down to land rights issues and archaeology and rome and so on........on and on really, tho people say its as simple as the nakba happening which, again, is hard to argue with. We're probably doing it by reflex

Herzog voice: violence is inherent in nature and evictions are often violent

....Doesnt have legs, eg herzog himself believes in a dichotomy between civilization and nature's violence

Youd have to believe this is happening outside civilization, or that the israelis are civilized and the palestinians arent, which, i dont

...then civilization breaks down round the clock at the cite of all police violence and all lateral crime by ununiformed citizens

Which means all it does is make the interim periods between violent outbursts very boring, i scoffed

#Youtube

[jett-does-art-stuff]

guys I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna copy and paste the long ass vent from my texts to this post. Are you excited? I'm gonna go through it to add paragraph breaks just for you guys <3 only open that shit if you want to read it, because it will take a sec to scroll through.

It's fucking insane how just a few weeks ago I was thinking about how content I was with how things were, my friends checked on me a decent amount, I didn't feel like a burden, I was content with how I was being treated and how I was treating others, and now here I am. I don't think half of my friends like me anymore. I feel so fucking worthless. I feel filthy. The only people I even talk to anymore I feel like an outsider with because of how recently I joined the friend group. I don't talk to my best friend much. I don't feel welcome with my other friends. I feel like I'm always being judged. I can't keep my stupid fucking mouth shut. I hate myself so fucking much and I think I'm depressed and there's nothing I can do because I'm acting normal around my family and I know that if I tried to talk about the possible eating disorder, and the possible depression, and the fact that I want to cut my tits off and have a dick, and the fact that I like girls and boys would be too much for my family to handle. My dad is getting more hostile with his remarks, I'm getting along better with my uncle (I know it sounds good, but he's a bad person and I don't want to be like him or have stuff in common with him.) Im getting along with someone I want to hate way better than any of my other friends right now, and the worst part is that this is probably the third worst it's ever been (behind my friend dumping a load of shit onto me and causing several mental breakdowns a day for me over shit that wasn't even true, and my breakdown that caused my school to think I wanted to shoot up the school) and I'm the happiest I've been in a while too.

Can you fucking imagine how much I hate being alive right now? And all I can think about is how much worse it could be and that I don't deserve to be upset I fucking hate myself so much I'm so sick of existing. I keep having to tell myself to make it until my birthday/christmas (six months apart, so I'm always essentially telling myself to just make it six months or less) before I can kill myself and just have to hope that by that point the festivity makes me feel guilty for wanting to die. Like, genuinely the main thing keeping me alive is that I feel guilty for existing, and I don't want to die without giving my parents SOMETHING in return for all the effort they put in for me to just end up some fucking faggot ass tranny writing shit like this at 3:30 am when I'm supposed to be asleep and I'm writing it to myself in texts so I'll remember to post it and properly vent because I can't fucking bottle shit up anymore. I listen to songs that I feel like relate to, but I always end up hating myself for it because I feel like I don't deserve sympathy because it's my fault I'm going through this I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me I can't fucking think at this point I just want to be happy and have a normal childhood and whatever the hell is out there had to fuck me over by giving me an extra hole and some fucking lumps in a time period where liking tits and dicks is something that gets people only a few years older than me disowned and abandoned and shamed by the people supposed to protect them.

(Dawg when I went to copy this, LOOK HOW FUCKING LONG IT IS IN TEXT FORM.)

[ohnoichangedmynamecallthefbi]

If anyone truly knows what going on, I’d just advise you to keep it to yourself at this point, so many blogs are popping up claiming to have knowledge and it’s just exhausting. No one aligns to Chris Evans. You say he doesn’t care about his fans, I don’t believe that, too many personal stories over the years proving other wise. You claim he’s cool with her….yeah naw Chris might be a dawg women wise but he’s been avoiding being seen with her like the plague and they would do more or crap if they were “cool”.

I do believe other blogs are doing the absolute most. At this point I think everyone should just chill and let this play out.

No one who knows anything is spilling info via blogs, tweets, etc. PERIOD!

Those in the know who are aware of certain things are watching and laughing.

Have you met Chris?

The life of a celeb is crazy, people can say you are this, this and that without knowing anything. People talk and yes ive heard stories too, but I understand it’s just word of mouth until I actually meet and hang with the person.

Not trying to be rude, but if you’re a legit publicist or work in the industry, just let this mess play out, don’t add fuel to an already lit fire.

Now If you want to drop an end date….maybe I’ll listen. 😂

What like taking pics with fans in airports or on the street? Come on. The dude is dumb but even he’s smart enough to know that blowing people off means bad publicity. And he had an image to perpetuate.

As for he’s avoiding doing anything with her and you’re basing that on nothing really, sorry but it seems like he’s just fine with it. You guys get the pics and videos that prove how often they actually hang out and you lose your shit. And then you run to blogs that will placate you by saying its all photoshopped. That sounds like a you problem. These sorts of relationships can end at any time. Keep that in mind. If it hasn’t ended yet it’s because the payoff is either still coming or there’s no reason to end it yet.

[thisismrforbes]

Niggas will put on a tux/suit and then post selfies and talk smart on Facebook... Go-to the Wedding bro‼️‼️‼️🤦🏾‍♂️🤦🏾‍♂️🤯🤯😭😭😭😭🐑 Here we have a negroid that I "placed" once before. Here he is implicating that females care about security, or even privacy. He even mentions they can avoid being tracked by the government. Here is where MrIdiot kicks the rocks, you are asking "WOMEN" to do something technical. Which a plethora of women are NOT... And the icing on the cake is ... Once these same sluts become pregnant, them as well as their child is owned by the STATE.... Like, nigga shut da fuck up.... These hoes literally watching their periods to know cuz next year in 2023... The Child Tax credit is $10K per child. You think they give a fuck about hiding from the government? Something that isn't real? This very nigga don't know that as of #2020 we have entered a 100% surveillance society. Fucking 🥜 🧠 Dudes faking for the internet. Last but not least, #did rookie , know nothing ass fool said #VPN.... Hahahahaha 😂😂😂🤣🤣😭😭😭 The service that needs a client, subscriptions, and sits between your Public IP and masks your connection to the destination. You think females will keep this when every website asks them if they are a ROBOT and to pick the Fire Hydrant, on EVERY FUCKING SITE🤯🤯🤯🤯🤣🤣🤣😂😂 Cut It Out!!!! 😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣 The same service that if the ANY authority presents a warrant or court subpeona ,they will give up ALL user data and TRAFFIC on the account??? You niggas GRITS, don't play ya self. stop pretending dawg. #GAWD⚜️ https://www.instagram.com/p/CfMqaPwp11c/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#2020 #did #vpn #gawd⚜️