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hellish-sunsets · 3 days
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You're an Asshole - Pt 1 - How it Started
AN: should I focus on my requests or ongoing pics? Yes. Am a writing an Adam x fem!angel!reader where he becomes better out of pure spite? Obviously. Anyways enjoy!
Warnings: lots of swearing
Wordcount: 1,089
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“You're an asshole.”
It was a phrase Adam had heard uttered time and time again with anger imbued in every syllable. Over the thousands of years that passed, not once did that phrase ever bother him. Because he was right, wasn't he? He was Adam, the first man, made to be perfect by the angel's hands themselves. Everyone else could think what they want, it changed nothing about who he was. Even if that knowledge led to the same pride that felled Lucifer, even if this line of thought brought him to the very same sins he condoned the sinners in hell for.
But she called him an asshole, and despite all his ego, or maybe because of it, it hurt. There was no anger behind the words, no hurt. Perhaps there was the faintest trace of sadness, but more than that it was a cold fact. The clouds were white, the sky sat above and the ground below, and Adam the first man was an asshole. 
And for some reason he couldn't comprehend, it ate at him. At first he was angry. He cursed her out, spouted whatever vile and venomous words he could think of. How dare she think so little of him? HIM? He was ADAM, dammit! How dare she? Even after the two separated, he ranted and raved for days until even Lute was getting tired of his bitching, not to mention the others who had the displeasure of being around him at this time.
But then he got quiet, and that was even more terrifying. Adam and quiet did not mean anything good. 
He stayed in his office longer and longer, thinking. Why did it bother him so much? Why was he still thinking about it? That woman, why did her opinion matter so much to him?
He went over the facts to himself, trying to break down what bothered him so much. She was an angel, made in heaven for heaven, part of the heavenly choir. He had never met her before that day, had only heard her voice occasionally. He… supposed he liked her singing, even if the songs were a bit more pansy than his usual rock and roll. Some were pretty hard core, he guessed, just in a different, less angry way. He heard in some passing whispers that she went to various concerts often, but he had never seen her at one of his. 
When he had seen her at his concert that day, he had been… excited? Like her presence was some sort of validation. Not that he needed any fucking shitty validation, especially some pompous stuck up bitch of an angel. Still, he thought it would be fun to talk to her. He can’t even remember what they had talked about, he probably flirted cause hey, a bitch is a bitch. He could hit that. 
But then she called him an asshole, those big eyes staring into his like she was reaching into his very soul, seeing every part of his being and evaluating him as less than good. 
Then he called a meeting with hell, giving a rather… mediocre reason, something he clearly made up and no one remembered. Only two attended the meeting and neither was about to discuss what transpired there. Well, Adam wasn’t about to tell anyone in heaven. Even Lute wasn’t permitted to come with. And Lucifer was too much of a recluse to tell much of anybody.
For his part, Lucifer played along the best he could. He despised when heaven called him to meetings, the feeling paired with anxiety when Adam was there. He went because he had to, but the anxiety was eating him up inside. 
His footsteps on the tile floor echoed through the embassy like gunshots, making him cringe. 
At first, he thought the meeting room would be empty. It was too quiet, and Adam was always too loud, his voice carrying throughout the building, but when he got there he didn’t hear Adam at all. And yet, when he opened the meeting room door, Adam was in fact there. He furrowed his brow at the sight of the man sitting quietly, reading a paper he had in front of him, pen idly tapping against the table. Lucifer frowned and took his seat, the scrape of the chair legs against the tile reverberating through the room. 
A few moments passed before Adam put his paper down, pen clasped between two fingers, and leaned back in his chair. 
“So… this should be a fun meeting for you.” He said, tone… very, very carefully even. It sent an eerie chill down his spine, his scowl deep. This was very unlike Adam, and it concerned him. It felt like something terrible was about to happen and he just didn’t know it yet.
“Right, and that would be because…”
“I am sitting my ass here in front of you, asking you to shit talk me.” Adam said, and Lucifer's mind stuttered for a moment, staring blankly at the first man as he scribbled something else on his paper and looked back up with that stupid mask of his. “Just, like, be fucking honest about it. I asked Lute first, she was a real bitch about it. Figured you’d also be a little bitch about it.”
There was a heavy pause. Lucifer stared at him, just as confused as before. Adam's mask glitches slightly before settling on irritation.
“...but why?”
Adam gave an exaggerated sigh, voice condescending like it had to be obvious and Lucifer was the stupid one for not getting it.
“Because! That fucking bitch! She called me an asshole. Me! And I was told she was chill to hang with. Fucking bullshit! Now I've got a point to prove! I can be fucking nice. I can be downright delightful! I'll fucking show her! So, dipshit, tell me what makes me an asshole.”
“There it is.” Lucifer said with an exhausted sigh, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. He though a moment, a twisted sort of smile slowly spreading over his face. “How much time do we have?”
When Adam returned from his meeting, he was in an absolutely foul mood. His anger radiated off of him and affected everyone he passed like a fog of irritation. But he had his stupid fucking list, crumbled in his fist, ink smudged but still readable.
He would show that fucking stuck up bitch! He would be the most fucking delightful bastard in all of fucking creation, or fucking die trying!
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joshfutturman · 2 days
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'hunted'
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oneshot - derek has a vivid dream in which he's being hunted. (for a writing group im a part of, basically he has a memory in the form of a dream from the timeline of the movie!) (1k words) character - derek danforth (the beekeeper) tags: angst, nightmares, cussing, brief drug mention
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derek wasn’t normally the type to get too many nightmares. he would never really remember his dreams at all. when he went to bed at night in whichever bedroom in his house he desired, beside whomever he desired, he was knocked out like a light. that’s just what happens when you have all the money you could ever dream of and stink of privilege, that was derek danforths life. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.
it wasn’t like he never experienced stress. in reality derek was more stressed than he would ever let on. running his business wasn’t easy despite what people would say. a nepo baby who never had to want for anything. legitimacy and morals aside, derek worked his ass off. danforth enterprises was what it was today because of him. not anyone else. not his mother. and certainly not his father.
so it was no surprise that his nightmare that night rattled him.
from the get go, he felt a swirling sense of paranoia invade its way around his skull like a ghost as he slips into the nightmare. it seeps through every crack, every crevice it can worm its way into. that same fear spread down his limbs and across his back, making his shoulders grow tense.
this didn’t feel like work stress, it felt worse. it felt more intense. it felt more threatening. more than just mindless work shit was on his mind. why couldn’t he place it?
derek felt cornered, sitting in his mothers office. his eyes dart between the windows and the doors. it felt as though the walls were closing in, threatening to crush him. he shrinks back into the chair, his hand coming up to pick at the side of his face - a habit his mother loathed and never kept quiet about.
but mom wasn’t here. no one was. it was just derek, alone.
his phone buzzes and he jumps in his seat, frightening him more than it should. shakily, his hand reaches out to pick it up, holding it so tightly that he might snap it in half if he’s not careful.
there’s breathing on the other end, and that causes his back to straighten. “who the fuck is that?” he spits out, feeling his breathing pick up pace.
the other line stays eerily quiet and this freaks him out more. fuck. were they already nearby? his eyes dart towards the windows again, expecting to see a figure only to be greeted with. . . absolutely nothing. an impending sense of doom spurs in his mind, unsure of where to go to alleviate it. he felt trapped, cornered. and derek didn’t like that. he didn’t enjoy feeling like a prey animal, when all his life he always presented as predator.
“i said who the fuck is that?!” he calls out again, gripping the arm of the chair.
still nothing on the other end. until.
“i’m coming.” is all the voice says.
derek holds back a gasp, the voice confirming his fears.
he swallows hard and prays his voice not to shake, “fuck off. you can fucking try, bitch.” derek growls, but it’s clear to anyone who knows him just how much he’s rattled. before the other person can reply, he presses the disconnect button and throws his phone across the room.
breath escaping him, he pants, raking his fingers through his hair.
no one would let anything happen to him, right? there was no way. he was too important. there were so many people he could pay to protect his life. he could hear his fathers words ringing in his ears, ‘i told you so.’. derek lets out a whine and covers his ears.
no, no, no. this wasn’t happening. this absolutely fucking wasn’t happening right now.
every creek within the old walls had him jumping, completely on edge. his heart races away from him. he’s seconds away from calling for his mom, hands aching to grip onto something real, something that could ground him. he feels pathetic for wanting his mother, but something deep inside him tells him that not even she could make him feel better.
and he’s glad no one else can see him like this. he’d never act this way in front of anyone. derek wasn’t known for his calm and collected manner, but he tried to never show weakness in the form of fear. he kept it bottled up, hidden away until he could get his hands on something that made him feel at ease, usually in the form of that sweet white powder he loved so much.
so now, completely alone, he comes undone. he can feel tears form in his eyes as he grits his teeth. derek wasn’t ready to die. he had his whole life to live. who’d provide for his mom when he was gone? no one else could do the job like him. they’d just fuck it up. she’d lose her position and it’d be all their fault.
derek didn’t want to die. he couldn’t. silently he begs for more time.
until he’s ripped from his sleep with a gasp. derek grips the sheets as he sits up, gasping for breath over and over. for a few seconds, it feels like he’s still in that office. but after a few blinks, his surroundings come back to him. he’s home.
but it doesn’t feel the same. it doesn’t feel safe. he doesn’t feel so untouchable now. he almost feels. . . vulnerable.
he grabs at the bedsheets beside him and realises that no ones there. he suddenly regrets sleeping alone. he releases shaky breaths from his nose and reluctantly lays back down. gathering the duvet against him, he wraps himself tightly within it and lays with his back against the headboard, eyes scanning the room.
his bedroom suddenly felt too big. his eyes move between each object as if looking for any form of a threat. did the curtain just move? fuck. he was losing it.
the digital clock on his nightstand blinks: 3:21am. it was a long way to go till morning. and derek couldn’t bring himself to move.
instead, he sat like this until the sun crept into his bedroom, bringing a small sense of safety. but that feeling of unease stayed in his mind, pricking him whenever he got too comfortable. no time to relax, always on high alert.
he realises he isn't as untouchable as he once thought. and that thought. . . fucking terrifies him.
derek wasn’t ready to die.
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‧₊˚ dedicated tags: @helen-on-earth @fatinhadesiners06 @boonam @sun-spider13 @laurrrelise @sammygirlism @sleepyhutcherson‧₊˚ ily all sm!! thank you!
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nutal · 2 days
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What are some of your head canons for Adam and Lute?
omg this is a GREAT question anon thank you so much for this mwahahahah 😈 OK ANYWAY BUCKLE UP
- They both have some sort of act they put on but in two entirely different ways, for Lute it’s a cold, untouchable front, and for Adam it’s an overly confident, boastful attitude. When the two really start connecting with each other intimately, those walls slowly start to come down and they kind of go hand in hand. Adam would probably be pretty insecure underneath all of his narcissism due to the fear of being left behind, and Lute would likely let her coldness dissipate in the face of something like that. And after one of those heart-to-hearts Adam probably would say something like “…yeah, but don’t get the wrong idea or anything cuz I still totally rock babe HAH.”
- Adam probably wakes Lute up in the middle of the night to talk about some REALLY stupid bs but Lute will listen regardless of what time it is in admiration of her dumbass boyfriend. <3
- Whenever Adam is trying to make a point about something while just casually rambling on about whatever, sometimes he’ll just stop and say “I mean, c’mon, you agree with me Lute right? RIGHT?”
- Adam uses pet names 24/7 and Lute simply does not care to use them at all but she enjoys it when Adam does, even if his ideas of pet names can get a little odd sometimes. Like wtf is “dangertits” LMAOO
- You can tell Lute is really being vulnerable in front of Adam when she starts calling him by his actual name instead of “Sir.” *cough cough* that one episode 8 scene☹️. As much as Adam doesn’t want to admit it, that shit hits him pretty hard.
- In an AU where these two are living as normal human beings on Earth, Adam brings Lute to every rock festival/concert imaginable and he would absolutely geek out about every single band that came on stage to her. “LUTE ITS FUCKING SLAYER BITCH!!! HOLY SHIT!! THE SLAYER THAT MADE REIGN IN BLOOD, HELLOOO?” Lute enjoys each second of it.
- Talking about what canonically happened for a second (even though I’m still in denial), after Adam’s death, Lute sometimes visits his room, tending to it as she feels morally wrong leaving it alone to be and damaged and decayed by time. Plus, it’s a duty that all of Heaven’s quarters be kept maintained as to keep a good image. One day, Lute accidentally stumbles upon a dusted mixtape Adam had on one of his shelves, with a note attached to it saying, “For my awesome lieutenant Dangertits after we kick ass at extermination”, and yet, he never got the chance to give it to her.
SORRY GUYS I HAD TO WITH THAT LAST ONE MY FAULT GANG ADAM IS DEFINITELY TOTALLY ALIVE! HAHA… ok anyways hoped u guys enjoyed this cuz i would love to make more in the future
I LOVE GUITARSPEAR/GUARDROCK/GUITARSWORD! THEY STAY WINNING!! 🎸⚔️
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yestrday · 2 days
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HEAR ME OUT, jealous ass academy childe... like, youre just this shy 11th grader (senior? idk im european) that childes EXTREMELY infatuated with, but you seem to take more of a liking towards kaeya, constantly following him around like a lost pup.
childe being....childe, hes insanely jealous of this. why that adopted blue haired bastard instead of him? that fuckers just manipulating you, and you dont know any better. youre just a poor little thing, and youre falling so hard for a person like kaeya. but fret not, childe is here to help you! you guys hang out a lot after school, he calls them cute little dates, and he always spoils you during them. hell, when you two were out trying on some clothes, you two pick some matching ones in good fun, the store lady tells you two how cute of a couple you two are! but instead of saying a thank you, you just quickly spew out some bullshit of you two just being best friends. he smiles and nods, but deep inside he wants to scowl at that. his entire mood is sour after that.
he was just starting to forget your thing with kaeya, and you just calling him ur best friend made him remember that all over again. now, in his mind, you two are already dating. you two are sweethearts, but it just happens that you really like to be around kaeya. truth is, you two have never dated, and probably never will.
its friday, and you two decide to have a sleep over, hurray! afterschool, you get in his suspiciously expensive car and go to his house for a quick stop to get some clothes for the night or two that hes there. you stay in the car, ironically texting kaeya, until childe comes back with a backpack that obviously has clothes in it. you see tehcer, childes cute little brother in the front door, and you wave at him. he waves back excitedly. you were so cute, to the point that childe wonders how good of a parent youll be when you two get married and have kids in the future.
you get to your house, noticeably smaller and more pathetic than his, but still a very cozy place. your parents werent home, so your nana was taking care of you. you twist the keys into the door and walk into the house. you two have a lot of fun after, your nana checking up once in a while to make sure you two arent doing ... the devils tango. but fortunately shes a fun nana, she gave you two some of her favorite wine to try! childe seems used to the wine, even thinks its a little bit of a cheap one but you drink it as if its some luxury.
its now 3 AM and you finally decide to go to sleep after many hours of just hanging out with childe. you get a matress ready so you could sleep on the floor, but childe quickly stops you and tells you to sleep in the bed with him. you get flustered, but ultimately agree as hes your best friend and it shouldnt be considered weird to do a thing like this. you dont know it, but childes reeling as soon as you get all bundled up in your bed. he hopes that the cliche trope of waking up and cuddling with said best friend happens!
he cant sleep at all, but you fall asleep in a matter of minutes. 5 minutes, he counted. ajax smiles at your sleeping figure, your breathing intoxicating for him. the soft moonlight that shines through your window illuminates your face, and you look like a whole diety. and thats what you are for him, youre his whole world, his everything. he'd lick the ground you walk on if you asked him to.
but childe yet again turns sour remembering that smurf headed ass you loved sooooo much. he wants to kill that son of a bitch, maybe gut him and hang him , much like the victims he saw in scream. his world turns red when he thinks of that bastard, but then he looks at your angelic face again. he calms down, and this time grins in a sinister way as he reassures himself that, he could just... get you to hate kaeya, or get kaeya to hate you. sure, its a little bit of a bad thing to do, but he doesnt care since he want you to love him and not kaeya fucking alberich. he wants you wrapped around his finger and completely dependent of him for any human interaction. maybe he could do a much drastic thing and kidnap you instead?
yes, he could try that if you dont fall out of love with kaeya. he caresses your cheek and pulls you close to him. he still wants that cliche trope to happen, afterall!
...this was supposed to be a short drabble or whatever, but it just turned into a whole fanfic from my part 😨 and this isnt a req in any way , just wanted to let out an idea i have💗
ughhhn i love i love i love jealous men. i think it'd be super interesting if this one-sided rivalry was so obvious in school and kaeya was superrrr smug about it too.
like childe is just holding you to his side possessively while kaeya is just standing there smugly because he doesn't have to do anything to claim you as his. he's already won. he captured your heart. childe can do any shady thing he wants, but in the end, you'll only hate him more and come back to kaeya.
childe gets even more murderous lmao
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purrincess-chat · 9 months
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"If Adrinette broke up, who would you wanna see get together next?"
Yall are the biggest bunch of wild salty Sallys. We spent 5 seasons waiting for some shit to happen with the love square, and now people want things to go back to the way it was??? But actually worse??? Like, yall realize Adrinette breaking up would make the square worse, right? Can this fandom pull its head out of its ass? Grow the fuck up. 🙄
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rat-nest · 8 months
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OUGH 1 hit KO when im just trying to eat supper
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born-to-lose · 11 months
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Missing people and regretting shit o'clock
#why did i even let it come this far. 7 fucking months and i didn't realize what was going wrong so i could have saved it#i want him back fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck#was thinking of this notebook i filled for him with memories and poetry and quotes and general mushy things and goddamn#why am i crying i just looked at my desk and i don't have the heart to put everything in a box so i don't see it every day when i wake up#i know i can't change it and it's probably over for good now after i fucked some things up extra hard but fuck do i miss him#i wish i could have done something in time before even the thought of breaking up came up#just when i thought for once things are working out for me and it was really fucking good and happy until a week before it ended#guess i just can't be happy. i never could#i was really really willing to talk things out and fix whatever needs to be fixed while staying together#not go separate ways and maybe not so maybe definitely not possibly maybe see if we can try again in the future#which we (spoiler) apparently won't and i kinda came to terms with that but i still wish there was a possibility#or at least i would have liked to know from the beginning and not spend weeks hoping for a reunion and working towards that specifically#while i seem to be the only one with that goal#idk i just wish it had been more thought through and talked about properly so there wouldn't be the misunderstandings we deal with now#and like boundaries for the first two months or so after that but it takes two i guess#disclaimer i'm not bitter or mad at anyone just sad and nostalgic. if the person in question reads this i love you ok that won't change#deleting later but now i need to go back to sleep before i kill myself on a whim#mel talks#depressed bitch posting#i know i know i know i did some shit too that wasn't great and i'm not saying i'm innocent here i'm just so depressed about the situation#it's been seven goddamn weeks it never took me this long to get over anything before
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etherealsign282 · 7 months
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I found a post and changed it up to fit my ex abuser lmaooo
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kuiinncedes · 2 years
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not this book im reading for class getting me so emotional hello
#if this character dies idk if he will but if he dies i just won't read the rest of the book lmfao jk#bruh this like perspective section ends with him 'feeling surprisingly at peace' and 'sleep coming with surprising ease' or something#sir pls don't die rn 😭 im glad ur peaceful and shit and happy and shit but if u die rn i never will be again#naur bc fr this is tthe only fucking character i care about in this whole book XD#but it's still rly interesting the other characters are just not as likable lmfaooo not likable at all tbh#KENJI PLS STAY ALIVE ISTG#the book is no no boy by john okada about a japanese guy who comes home after 2 yrs of internment and 2 yrs of prison bc he said no to#joining the army and the main character guy has a lot of monologues and stuff lol and like inner thoughts#understandably so but he's hard to like . kenji tho <333#pls kenji literally wake up or i will fail this class i'l just have to go up to my prof ad be like actually i was gonna read the book#i promise but then kenji died and he was the only bitch i cared about and also i just cared about him too much and i couldn't go on so#anyway ..... let's see what happens i honestly have no idea but my gut feeling is telling me this bitch is dying rn 😭😭😭😭#the next part is from his father's pov#if he dies i will simply pretend it is not true#jeanne talks#not rly being emotional over that tho this scene i just read btwn kenji and his father i was literally so 🥺🥺🥺🥺#and ending w peaceful sleep it was also like a very like fulfilling/closure-y scene so .. IDC DON'T DIE BITCH#ok ok anyway . stop procrastinating continuing lol or if ur gonna procrastinate do some math hw instead 😭#lmfao he doesn't even nneed to die for me to not finish the book apparently im just never gonna continue XD#if i don't continue he cant die <3#prof: WHY DIDNT U FINISH THE BOOK me: I DIDN'T WANT KENJI TO DIE prof: he doesnt fucking die u stupid bitch#manifesting kenji u better not fucking die u stupid bitch#only bitch i respect except there was one slightly weird thing he did lol but he had good intentions kdgfkdfh#honestly i have other hw that's slightly more pressing but . continuing now#after i pee actually yes bc u all needed to know this lol#honestly i think im too influenced by like modern ya books and stuff lol i mean having that being most of what i read XD#but like this book is very light on the plot lmfao so mr okada sir keep that going no plot we don't need kenji to die <3#AND IT'S RIGHT BEFORE LIKE A CELEBRATORY FAMILY DINNER LITERALLY im gonna
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angellayercake · 1 year
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There is a lot of shit in life at the moment so I've been trying to make an effort to find little moments of joy and also to remind myself that sometimes hard work does pay off as well.
I have always loved perfume and a silly little dream of mine has been to have a collection so I can pick and choose what scent I want to wear on any given day. Very superficial and frivolous of me but it is something I've always thought about.
In the last two years I've finally seen some pay off in my career to the point I actually have spare money to treat myself on occasion. So to try and honour that and stop myself feeling guilty for buying anything other than necessities I decided to make a space where I allow myself to feel joy without guilt and thoughts of what other people think about it.
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sillyfudgemonkeys · 10 months
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Atlus: Persona is about community and sharing. Look at PQ! Even tho the Wild Cards are mildly uncomfortable, everyone is happy to have a piece of the wild card ability! :) What I want: The second two wild cards interact, they start fighting because the other might take up a valuable resource. Bitch mode is activated. PQ2 doesn’t happen cause Goro’s having a mental breakdown.
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nudne · 7 months
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testing positive for covid in the year of our Lord 2023 because assholes don't wear masks anymore or stay home when they're sick..... oh its "just a cold"? DIE
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abelllia · 1 year
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There's one blorbo that doesn't communicate their needs/emotions because they don't want to be seen as a burden to other people. There is another blorbo that doesn't communicate their needs/emotions because they literally can not and find it difficult to communicate them effectively. These two blorbos are dating.
#I'll have you know this is about jmart#Like this is jmart to me#They're both emotionally constipated but in different ways#However I think it's also how they work?#Martin is scared of being seen as a burden because he's been treated as such...for a fair bit of his life#He always wants to be kind and approachable Martin because he thinks that's the only form people will accept him in#Like Martin can be bitchy but he doesn't do that because it contradicts that image#So all those little thoughts are left to steam and die in his head#With Jon I don't think he has to do that. He can be bitchy!#I feel like w/ Jon one can be as much of a bitch as one wants because you KNOW he'll be able to throw it back just as hard#But wait! There's more!#Jon wouldn't shy away from giving Martin what he needs or wants because that man would move hell to do stuff for people he loves#I am eternally pointing to MAG 22 when Jon immediately believed Martin's story and had him stay in the archives#Also when he fucking fought Elias to upgrade the security and co2 system in the archives#That was when he still RESPECTED the man!#Onto Jon#Jon is also mega emotionally constipated as in he doesn't know how to communicate his emotions effectively and carefully#In a way that won't have a fair amount of people wanting to sock him in the face#We've all listened to the show right? We get how he is. It's so hard to explain.#If only he could Compel himself into giving a coherent statement on his thoughts#And therefore his thoughts are also left to shrivel and die in his head#But then there's Martin who due to his upbringing is an *incredibly patient man*#He WILL get Jon's thoughts damn it. Jon WILL communicate with him.#Martin's already seen Jon's worst he can handle this#Now of course this only works when it. y'know works. But as long as they COMMUNICATE or get there somehow I think it's fine.#They take care of each other is what I'm saying#In an ideal world of course#Also damn it Jon really is a cat#Abellrambles#I don't think I worded the Jon to Martin portion well enough but Martin is so hopelessly devoted to this man-
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jjunis · 1 year
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i think the rat might've left pls pray for me
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becca-alexa · 1 year
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i really do appreciate my friends trying to set me up on dates but where in the world had they gotten the idea that i, at 25, would be interested in dating a 41 year-old ??
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My cousin randomly messaged my mom in the middle of the night asking to crash at our place this weekend 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃
This definitely won't fuck with my routine at all 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃
Im going to be soooo normal about it
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