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hiro-doodlez · 5 months
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LIST OF ENGLISH ACRONYMS AND ABBREVIATIONS (the random letters that people use sometimes)!! FEEL FREE TO USE AS A REF (reference) SHEET!! In alphabetical too!!
Tone indicators at the bottom!
GENERAL:
AFK- away from keyboard
AKA- also known as
ASAP- as soon as possible
ASL- American Sign Language
B4- before
BC- because
BF- boyfriend
BFF- best friends forever
BTW- By the way
BTS- Behind the scenes/back to school / that one band
BRB- be right back
CW: content warning
Cya- see ya
DM- direct message
DW- dont worry
EZPZ- easy peasy
FB- Facebook
FW: flash warning
FAQ- frequently asked questions
FYI- for your information
GF- girl friend
GG- good game
GJ- Good job
GL- good luck
Gnite- good night
GTFO- get the fuck out
GTG- got to go
Gud- good
H8- hate
HBD- happy birthday
Hella- really
HMU- Hit me up
HW- Homework
IDK- I don't know
IDC- I don't care
IG- I guess / instagram
IK- I know
IKR- I know right
K- okay
Lmao- laughing my ass off
Kewl- cool
Kk- okay
Lol- laugh out loud
ILY- I love you
ILYSM- I love you so much
IMO- in my opinion
IRL- in real life
IYKYK- if you know you know
JFC- Jesus fucking chrkst
Jk- just kidding
L8R- later
LMAO- laughing my ass off
LMK-let me know
LOL- laughing out loud
Mkay- mm okay
NE- Any
NE1- anyone
NGL- not gonna lie
NM- Nothing much
NP: no problem
NSFW- not safe for work
NVM- nevermind
NW- no worries
Obv- obviously
OFC- of course
OMW- on my way
OP- original post(er)
OTP- one true pairing
Ova- over
Pic- picture
Pls-please
Plz-please
POV: point of view
Ppl- people
Prolly- probably
QOTD- quote of the day
R- are
RB- reblog
Ref- reference
Rly- really
RN- right now
RP- role play
RPG-role playing game
RT- retweet
Sec- second
SH- self harm
SMH- shaking my head
SMP- survival multiplayer server (Minecraft) / social media platform (?)
S.O- significant other
Sui- suicide
Sus- suspicious
STFU- shut the fuck up
T- testosterone
TBA- to be announced
TBF- to be fair
TBH- to be honest
TF- the fuck
Thnks- thanks
Thx- thanks
TLDR- too long didn't read (usually a summary)
TMRW- tomorrow
TOS- terms of service
TTYL-talk to you later
TW: trigger warning
Vid- video
WTF- what the fuck
WYD- what are you doing?
YOLO- You only live once
YT- YouTube
YW- you're welcome
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If the one youre looking for isnt here, either i forgot or its a fandom! Id suggest looking it up if youre confused!
Extra note: if you see 8 in one of the acronyms, then it usually is used as an “ate” sound. So h8= ate, gr8= great ect.
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TONE INDICATORS:
/aff- affectionate
/c- copypasta
/cb- clickbait (?)
/f- fake
/gen- genuine
/genq- genuine question
/half joking
/ij- inside joke
/j- joking
/lyr- lyrics
/lh- light hearted
/lu- little upset
/neg- negative
/nf- not forced
/nm- not mad
/npa- not passive aggresive
/nsrs- not serious
/p- platonic
/pa- passive aggresive
/pos- positive
/q- quote
/r- romantic
/ref
/s- sarcastic
/srs- serious
/t- teasing
/th- threat
I HOPE THIS HELPS!! and if i forgot to add one feel free to send an ask ^^
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taintedcigs · 1 year
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hiiii emmy :) i just found your page through your lil eddie & scoops reader fic and it was just so cute and sweet i needed to come consume all of your other writing immediately !! going through your blog and i wanna be bffs with you !! we literally love so many of the same things and going through your posts you seem so cool and funny so basically this is me asking if we can be friends plz 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
hi lovey!! ARE U KIDDING MEE YES OFCC <33 im so glad u like my writing omg and u calling me cool & funny i swear i just fell to my knees im blushin!!!!🧸🥹 and also wait is your url abt taylor bc if so im freaking out!!! u can always pm me or send me asks !!🫶🏻🫶🏻
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bishiglomper · 2 years
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I don't deserve my bff 😭
I messaged my bff from high school- friend I've only barely texted once in a blue moon, and usually just to see our pets and her to meme-dump at me. Friend whos a disabled single mother to 2, going to college and also dealing with sort of cancer. Not to mention all the PTSD and shit. She is not having a fun time.
I messaged her to ask about what sort of CBD shit i should look into trying because. I am at the end of my rope with this pain. So she gave me lots of info and then just straight up said she'd send me some of her spare supplies. Like wHY
She just said she loved me and wanted me to have safe supplies and get relief. 🥺 
What did I do to deserve her
Then. Then she said I needed to be on SSD because "its ridiculous, this is bullshit" lmao. Yeah. Honestly, I think all 3 of us women, plus the nephew could probably all qualify.
But that got her started on a tangent and then threatened to go after my doctor compete with media coverage and I'm just like. Babe. My love. Plz calm down. 😂
But she found a disability lawyer near me and this one lets you file online.
Like omg my biggest obstacle was making goddamn phone calls so. I think i can do shit now.
Shes the bestest TT-TT
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leftistlester · 2 months
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bffs i am soooooo bored send an ask for a random song from my january playlist plz
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dayy-dreamerrs · 3 years
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im starting to feel better so im going to try to be more active :]
anyway uh spare writing prompts anyone? all of my notes deleted and now my mind is blank </3
or just send me any random headcanons :]
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itsjustaphase-mom · 3 years
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hey!! if you wanna talk about the magnus archives please hmu slide into those dms i am perpetually bored (and also perhaps looking to bounce headcanons off of *eyes emoji*)
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mcheang · 3 years
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Exclusive
Edna Mode was a renowned designer, famed for her harsh but accurate critiques, her fierce and practical lines, and of course, being the designer of the majority of superheroes.
And now she was hosting a fashionista gala, inviting those worthy of a Mode gala. As for those asking for an invite, Edna just asks who they are and calls security.
Lila, as the self-proclaimed BFF of Ladybug, and Gabriel’s muse, had already boasted of receiving the glamorous invitation. It didn’t just come in an envelope, it came out of the sky in a rosewood chest, accompanied by a bottle of wine and canapés. (Or so she says. Adrien and Marinette rolled their eyes. Chloé wasn’t paying attention)
Alya: Girl, I’m so jealous. But hey, maybe this will be a good thing. After all, Adrien is going with Kagami. Chloe will just stick with her mom. That means it’s a chance for you and Marinette to know each other better.
Oh yeah, did I mention that everyone knows Marinette is MDC?
Lila forced a grin but didn’t want to make any promises.
Imagine Lila’s rage to know she wasn’t given an invite because she was just a model. Adrien was the heir to a fashion company. She was not.
With all the bragging Lila did, she can’t back out or Chloe and Marinette will call out her absence. (Chloé learned about Lila being a guest from Sabrina later from gossiping)
So, she stole Marinette’s invitation. She did some editing and made her own customised invite, brandishing it for her class to see.
Marinette saw her invitation missing, rolled her eyes and reported the theft to Edna. Plz, everyone knows Edna invited her. She didn’t really need a piece of expensive paper.
The day of the gala arrived, and Lila brought out her invite.
The guard looked at his clipboard. “You’re not on the list.”
Lila: No, but I do have an invite. Obviously someone must have made a mistake with your list.
The guard snorted. “If that’s the case, then your fingerprints and eye scans should have already been registered. That’s what opens the doors.“
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Lila gulped and thought about sneaking in with the next guest. But no such luck. Security made sure one person entered at a time.
As the security guard moved to push Lila back into the crowd of fans, Lila cried out that she knows Ladybug and Gabriel.
Guard: what’s your point?
Lila: You’ll be fired for this!
Guard: Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard this all before.
Another guard just scoffed. “You’re only a model. One of many in the industry. Miss Mode doesn’t care for models.”
Lila: what are models if not the face of fashion?
“Spoiled, stupid little stick figures with poofy lips who think only of themselves” Edna herself was at the entrance, wondering what was causing the disruption in her guest entrance flow.
Lila: How can you say that? Then why would Ladybug be my Best Friend?
Edna: the day Ladybug says she is your Best Friend is the day I wear crocs. And I don’t mean crocodile leather.
Edna points at a random guard. “You, get this so-called model out of the way. She is blocking the queue.
Oh by the way, Edna calling out Lila was caught on camera by the reporters.
One of them questioned why she was kicking out Gabriel’s muse when his son, a supermodel himself, was invited.
Edna: I did not invite the boy because of his face. I invited him because I saw potential (basically she realized he was Chat Noir. She would never invite Adrien otherwise. As seen from her quote, she doesn’t have a high opinion of models) That is, if he ever gets out of his father’s shadow. Because, let’s face it darling, what can Adrien do besides look pretty and play with swords and piano? You would think the boy would be in part of business meetings, but no. At this rate, Gabriel needs this gala to get out of that stuffy house. Realize that maybe his parenting methods are flawed compared to some other talented figures here. Look at Miss Kagami, focused on upholding her family legacy of fencing. MDC already knows how to run her own business after learning a bit from her parents. Even Audrey’s daughter has been joining in on becoming a fashion critic and throwing parties for political parties. But I must go, my guests await.
Back inside the party, guests were avoiding a seething Gabriel’s eyes. He had come to scout out the superhero guests, only to be called out by Edna on live tv.
Marinette went up to Edna and asked one of her fashion idols why she burned the Agrestes in public.
Edna: do you think Gabriel would change his parenting ways if we did not expose them to the influential figures of this industry, as well as the public eye? I guarantee you Adrien will be allowed more freedom of choice, lest Gabriel wants his son to be known as a coddled boy who can’t even make his own decisions.
Edna didn’t bother softening her sharp voice as she says these words.
Adrien flushed.
Quickly changing the subject, Marinette asked why Edna hated models.
Edna: it’s not that I hate them personally. I just hate their jobs and what they represent. Models nowadays are beautiful only according to the world standards. People who see them want to be like them, never mind that the models they see on the screen are airbrushed to unrealistic and impossible perfection. Now models focus only on their own appearance, trying to maintain their beauty as time ages them. They go on diets and become superficial. Whereas outside the modelling industry or such like, you don’t need to be stereotypically beautiful to be worthy. Where your worth is measured in kindness and bravery and talent and intelligence and anything beyond superficiality.
Adrien overheard and he frowned, not liking the idea where his appearance on ads is not exactly right. He only joined the company to make his father happy. But maybe it’s time he stepped into the business side of things and exit the modelling world. Bonus: no more Lila!
Edna snorted, “Though I must admit Gabriel surprised me with his newest model. Her attitude is lousy but she doesn’t strike me as a model. She just doesn’t have that model walk. But enough about the old man, my dear MDC, let’s talk about you. I love your gender-neutral line. And was wondering if you would like to join me in creating my next line of clothes for the Incredibles. A rare opportunity but I like style. Now take this offer before I change my mind.”
Marinette: wait, do I have to fly over or-
Edna: you are too excited, darling, but don’t worry, my assistants will send you the details.
Why are the Incredibles getting a new look? The kids are growing up and Edna wanted to move on to new styles.
As Marinette was flabbergasted, Audrey congratulated her for landing the job. Kagami and Adrien also beamed at her good fortune.
Even the Incredibles admitted they looked forward to working with her. Violet was a big fan.
Gabriel was seething and thought about akumatizing himself but come on, one villain against a room of superheroes? No thanks.
Drinking a glass of wine, he eventually admits that Edna had a point, however loudly and rudely it had been announced.
He would not be around forever and he wanted to leave the company in Adrien’s hands. In order for that to happen, his son needs to know business (if he can’t design, he can hire designers)
And yes, Lila was a lousy model. She survived by shooting with professional models who managed to overpower her mediocre work. But a deal was a deal. Besides, her contract was only for a year.
After the gala, Adrien happily quit modelling (aka Lila) to spend more time with his father, learning about how to run a company.
Marinette and Edna proudly claimed credit for the fashionable Incredibles.
Violet also became the talk of the school for her MDC exclusives.
Lila had been humiliated on air. Alya hesitated but finally did her research. At the end, she collapsed over the ruined credibility of her blog. But she can still get revenge by informing the principal, Ms Bustier and Mrs Rossi what Lila lied about. The perks of being a class vice president for a busy class president is that she also has the contacts list for emergencies.
Considering how Lila framed Marinette, there would be no suspension or detention. Only expulsion. Good luck finding a new school when Edna’s gala was a global topic.
When Lila returned to school for her last week (it takes time to gather evidence and get the attention of busy adults), nobody wanted to talk to her or even exchange glances. She quietly kept to herself, hoping for this to blow over soon. She was still a model working for Gabriel. She could befriend other supermodels (as if. Like they would want to befriend her after Edna called her out)
Hell, even her jobs were down. Gabriel just told her to take test shoots to fill up her portfolio until the hype died down (aka her contract expired)
When Lila was expelled, she was ready to be akumatized into Chameleon again. Except one problem. Everyone avoided her like hell so how could she kiss her target. Even Adrien was told to stay away lest his reputation be tarnished.
Ok, I admit it. I was hit by “I’m no Angel” quotes as I wrote this. But seriously, does anyone feel weird at the idea of trying to become thinner when your weight is just right, all the while you know there are people out there even thinner than you are and are starving, not because they want to be stereotypically thin, but because they cannot afford food?
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mywritingonlyfans · 3 years
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Everybody's in the fluffy mood so hear me out: your high school takes part in Erasmus exchange and you have the opportunity to visit Italy with your classmates for let's say 2 weeks. Your host is Victoria. You met Dami and Thomas at school and your friends stay at their houses. One day Vic tells you that she has a band and asked if you'd like to go with her to the rehearsal and ofc you said yes bc why not.
You sat on the sofa, minding your own business, joking with Thomas or sth AND THEN the cutest long haired boy your eyes have ever witnessed walks into the room, drumsticks in his hand, the sweetest smile on his face, wearing your favourite band's tshirt. Vic introduces you two and they start rehearsal. Ethan, what a cute name.
Meanwhile you start texting-fangirling to your bff, and "stalk" Vic's friends on facebook to find him. You send his profile to your bff and her reaction's like "y/n, PLZ HAVE A MERCY" and you laught <nobody shares my enthusiasm for long haired guys and that'd be probably my friends reaction lmao>.
Suddenly you notice the awkward silence in the room, then a scream, loud bang, and Thomas' hysterical laugh. You lift your head and see Ethan hiding face in hands from embarrassment and Damiano jokingly telling him "yo, I know we have a cute new friend over here and stuff, but focus on your drums, not on her". He lost his rhythm bc he was staring at you. You blush and send him a shy smille to show him it's ok 🥺
Like imagine meeting him on this short exchange, becoming friends, spending time together when Vic leaves you two alone, then you go back to your country but you keep in touch till the end of HS, in the meantime you two decided to try long distance relationship and after your finals you move to Rome and you rent your first tiny apartment with him, you enrolled in university there, they went to Xfactor, gradually becomin more and more famous, but he's still spending as much time as possible, being extremely proud of each other and more in love with every passing day.
Maybe engagement, a beautiful small wedding and your own little family somewhere in the future... 😩👌🏻
- 🕴️
please the way ethan was distracted 😭😭 ily, i'm going crazy about it, that's so cute, ethan waiting for you and getting proud (and honored) of you for making it to uni 🥺
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theboardwalkbody · 3 years
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Tagged by @a-beautiful-struggle-of-life SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG I WAS SO BUSY WITH WORK </3
1. Why did you choose your URL?
i had a theme of naming my blogs and stuff by using CKY song titles and The Boardwalk Body was what came up when I was making my tumblr username.
2. Any side blogs?
A few but they're not really active anymore. Which is sad.
3. How long have you been on Tumblr?
January 2010.
4. Do you have a queue tag?
I try to make clever queue titles when I have a specific queue (ie - generation queue is generation kill). My general one used to be Amanda works at the grocery store queuing her pennies for someday when I worked at the grocery store. lol
5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?
My bff had one and I wanted to see what it was about.
6. Why did you choose your icon?
I am so fucked up rn
7. Why did you choose your header?
do i need a reason for pretty pictures of attractive men?
8. What's your post with the most notes?
Its my Fave Vine Compilation with 34k notes.
9. How many mutuals/followers do you have?
at least 12 lol
10. How many people do you follow?
299
11. Have you ever made a shitpost?
all of my posts are shit
12. How often do you use Tumblr?
too often. not often enough. always. never. my head hurts.
13. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog? Who won?
I don't think so but 11 years is a long time
14. How do you feel about "you need to reblog this" posts?
i usually get angry at being told what to do and then dont
15. Do you like tag/ask games?
yes! they're so fun!! plz tag me in more or send asks and such
16. Which of your mutuals do you think are Tumblr famous?
I actually think that @a-beautiful-struggle-of-life and @buckbuckley are. I just get those vibes.
17. Do you have a crush on a mutual?
ya'll too good for me
Tagging: @buckbuckley @neverendingstories00 and idk who else wants to but yes.
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luci-cunt · 4 years
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Hey babe can i get uhhhh 1, 25, 28, 39, 44, 48, please for Monte and Izyc?
oh T-T Moony ilysm ajsdf;lajksdf IZYC!!!
(ok for context bc idk if anyone besides you knows who Izyc is XDD: Izyc is a demon who helped bring his boyf’s ex-bff back to life, which turned them both (the boyf and the bff) into vampires, and now the ex-bff is evil and the boyf and Izyc hunt monsters in a very witcher/ spn esque way XD there’s this thing I did explaining a bit more)
1. How do they present themselves to others?
Lol with completely opposite vibes. Izyc gives exactly 0 shits, he’s bouncy, a bit of an asshole, and really couldn’t care less about keeping up airs. Meanwhile Monte’s like “I NEED TO BE PERCEIVED AS POWERFUL AND INTIMIDATING 24/7 until u get to know me and then plz just let me hug u”
25. If they were given the task to prank someone, who would it be, what would they do, and would the prank work?
Honestly both of them would be way too into it XDD. Izyc would do something horrendously evil like replace the feathers in your pillow with ants or make all the doorframes in your house an inch shorter. Then Monte would probably do something HE thinks is hilarious but no one else really gets? XD like, he’d be the one to steal only one of your shoes and hang it on a flagpole and then die laughing about it. 
28. How do they get out of a difficult situation?
Izyc: yelling for Walter. Or setting himself on fire. Or teleporting away. Or killing whoever’s bothering him
Monte: usually fighting his way out
39. Do they make questionable choices?
Yes and yes--the only difference is that Monte has good intentions
44. How do they speak? Examples - Are they soft spoken, hot heated, vulgar
Both are pretty vulgar, Monte talks more like a chad though. Like, if you just heard him talking you’d probably steer clear of him cuz he sounds like an asshole. Izyc just sounds like the kind of person you’d have exactly one drink with, and then hurry to leave before he gets smashed and sets your hair on fire.
48. Do they have anything they are trying to hide from others?
Monte doesn’t have much to hide, but Izyc’s horrendously in love with Walter and hasn’t admitted it even tho they’re doing the whole friends-with-benefits thing, oop
Send me some oc asks!! I’ll owe you my soul!! <3
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jackalopesao3 · 4 years
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Single and ready to MATCH. Pretty plz :3 ENTP gal, choleric, chubby and 5'10, slicked back short blond hair, blue eyes, scarred skin. demi-s. Capricrap. Love flashy clothes, obsessed with bunnies and french language (Oh ho ho ;)) MEMES, origamist and programmer, have many hobbies that changing all the time. Sentimental crybaby, love stupid rom-coms, protective goofball for my luv BFF, straightforward af, loyal dog. I am extrovert but physical contact is a big no-no for me (bad experience meh)
Hello, @mneprostonugenblog!
Your matchup is...
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Surprise! Leviathan! Hear me out, okay? 😇 My brain actually screamed his name the whole time I was reading your ask. 😅
I think the two of you would be good for each other! Shy boi needs an extrovert to get him out of his shell! I have an inkling that a guilty pleasure of his is watching rom-coms. He'd love your flashy clothes because it would remind him of his favorite fictional protagonists and you look damn good in them! He'd definitely be sneaking peeks at you when you're not looking and failing to hide his blush.
He'd definitely be interested in all of your hobbies and ask you questions about them. He's probably seen said hobbies in his anime shows and would be excited to see you practicing them in real life. Levi isn't one for physical contact either so he'd never make you uncomfortable. He respects your personal space as soon as he meets you. The two of you would definitely sit together in the same room, sending memes back and forth to each other. Levi is a bit of an insecure bean so your personality would help him to gain confidence. The two of you would learn a lot from each other and grow together as a couple.
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a-simple-lee · 5 years
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Serendipity
Noun. An unexpected but convenient discovery.
Peter Parker, Reader
Description: fatigue is quickly getting the better of you when you'e meant to be staying up with Pete. His attempts to help result in some previously unanticipated turns - and they're for the better, in your book.
A/n: plz note this is a platonic fic, they're just bffs okay, bc I love platonic affection and it should really be normalised more - anyway plz have the product of my latest Lee mood
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Everything is tinted a neon shade of blue as the light of the TV scatters over the dim room, blanketing the furniture in cerulean. You stretch your limbs for a second, trying to remember where they are in the human knot you and Peter seem to have created under the blankets. They ache; an afternoon at the gym has not been kind to you. Especially, you lament, when your workout buddies are members of the Avengers. You can't help letting out a slight groan of pain - Pete immediately turns to you with concern, placing his phone on the couch arm.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, m'fine." It's getting towards 10pm, and though the pair of you would gladly stay up binging Good Omens, your body has other priorities, and you feel the warm fuzziness of melatonin beginning to blur your senses. A muscle somewhere in your thigh sends a painful twinge all the way down your leg, and you make another noise of complaint.
"Don't tell me you find this boring," Pete gestures to the TV, pausing it.
"No, no- m'just- everything hurts." Your hands wave vaguely over your body in what you hope is a dramatic and accurate indication of your suffering, but is more likely a good impression of an inflatable spaghetti-arm man. Peter snorts. Without saying anything, he grabs one of your ankles, tugging it so it's on his lap, and presses his thumb into the arch of your foot. You all but melt, yet try to maintain your composure; he may be your best friend, but you're not ready to completely let go around him yet.
"What're you doin'?" It's a stupid question, considering you already know the answer, but you don't have the energy to think of a different one. Sleep is fast approaching, and you curse your fatigue-riddled brain for trying to put a stop to movie night.
"Giving you a massage. If you want-"
"Pfft, you're such a dork. I love you." Your humour finds a way to drip through amongst the drowsiness.
"And you're an idiot." Peter counters, nonetheless carrying on. A beat. "Love you too, though." The pain subsides with each second, and it's all you can do not to drop unconscious then and there.
"God," You pause. "When did we become so sappy?"
"I dunno. I don't see it as a problem."
"Yeah, me neither," A yawn interrupts your sentence. "Sorry, I'm so tired…"
"No problem. We can always reschedule movie night to tomorrow, if you need to sleep."
"Might have to," you concede, limbs turning to jelly against the cushions. It's only been a minute or so, but the pain is getting to a bearable point now. "I don't want to, though. I want to stay up."
That's when Peter's fingers change from pushing into your muscle to gently kneading the joints of your foot - electricity shoots through your limbs, tingling and awakening the muscles. There's a sudden urge to yank your leg out of his grasp, which you try to ignore so you can go back to relaxing.
"Y/N, you're tired. If you sleep now, we'll be able to stay up longer tomorrow." Peter's being slightly too gentle now, his expression entirely innocent as he continues - but the way his index finger lingers near the space under your toes is almost too much.
"N-now that's a good poiNT-" your voice wavers as his thumb absently trails over the fabric of your sock; you're suddenly very awake, and pull your leg away out of reflex.
"Ticklish?" He asks, mirth lacing his voice. You know what he sounds like when he's planning something - and his tone seems genuinely apologetic this time, so you nod with a 'sorry' and push your feet back onto his lap.
The massage starts again, and you fall back into your rhythm of lazy twilight conversation.
"Anyway, I kinda wanna stay up. I don't feel tired enough to sleep."
"It's a good idea though, you were exercising."
"I know." You can't help it - you yelp as Peter unknowingly finds a sensitive spot, and try to yank your leg away again.
Only this time, you can't. There's a strong grip holding it in place, and- oh no. Fingertips skitter over your sole momentarily, eliciting a squeak as you curl your whole body in protest.
"Pete!"
"Sorry!" He says, but stays holding you in place. "I'm just thinking, it might help you sleep?"
On literally any other day, you'd brush off the idea out of embarrassment (and undoubtedly regret it later). But he has a point, and if there was ever an ideal time to be open about liking tickling, now would be it.
"Sure?" Your heart skips a beat as the word leaves your lips, knowing what it will bring. Heat has rushed up your neck, and you know if the room were a little brighter Pete would be able to see your blush.
Alas, there's little more time to contemplate how you feel about this, because suddenly Peter's tracing abstract patterns into your skin, and it literally makes you want to disappear into the couch cushions. Your hands fly up to cover your face as the motions speed up, and it's so beautifully unbearable, so tangibly maddening - there's laughter streaming from your lips, and happiness darting through your veins, and energy seeping from your limbs; the moment is sweet rapture, ocean-tinted mirth - pure, chaotic contentment.
It's all you could ask for.
"Ahahahaha- ohohoho gohohosh!" Evidently, your speech doesn't quite do your feelings as much justice
But Pete seems to think it's enough, because he pulls you closer to knead his thumbs into your hips.
With your feet still tingling from the initial onslaught, the addition of the affront on your torso gets you twitching and squirming more than before, and Peter eventually has to angle himself over you to pin you to the couch with his weight - and although your reflexes tell you complain or retaliate, you're not.
"Waitwahahait, ahahaha!"
"Just say stop if you need me to," your friend grins, and through all your laughter you're still able to make out the warmth in his expression.
"Ahahas if! Ihi cahan handle it!" You cry defiantly, a sudden surge of energy realising it needs to be burned.
"Really? I must be doing something wrong, then." Peter teases, hands snaking under your shirt and seeking purchase on your sides. They switch between erratic tracing and squeezing - your back arches in protest, and he takes the opportunity to sneak his fingers towards the back of your torso, where they stay for a while, fluttering and ghosting over your nerves, sending giggle after giggle flowing from your lips. Coherency is an old friend you haven't seen for a while now, words only trailing off into more hysterical laughter as Peter exploits every sensitive spot you possess. You wouldn't have it any other way - and for all it's worth, the tickling seems to be accomplishing its goal; you're quickly running out of energy, your flailing slowly but surely dying down as your body turns limp against the onslaught.
"Is this helping yet?" Pete asks over your hiccuping laughter, and his smile is almost as wide as yours.
"Yeheheah!"
So he stops.
Whoops. Disappointment darts onto your face and you pause in your residual giggles to give a humph of protest. You're exhausted, but not quite exhausted enough. A few more minutes of this and you could sleep for years.
"Uh- cahan you…carry on for a bit longer?" Embarrassment should be getting the better of you, but the kindness in Pete's eyes as you speak keeps it at bay.
"Really?" He smiles, and his hands find your ribs, ready to play a small symphony. "Do you like it?"
The best you can give him is a nod, so that's what you do.
"That's cute," He's grinning as his fingertips spring into motion, and you're not far behind.
You're sure this'll be the best night's sleep you'll have for a while, even if you have to stay up for a bit first.
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ur the tumblr famous one out of our friendship group so can u promote my sock meowwoofs plz ^_^
I ONLY HAVE LIKE 70 FOLLOWERS but yeah guys look at the sock meow woofs plz
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hi im kenny or pinkie!
he/she/it/xey / 15 / white / enfp 7w6 728 / transmasc girldude
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i dont make a whole lot of original posts! most of my original posts are me interacting with my friends :) i rb a lot of stuff! i tag every fandom so dw about that! if u need something specific tagged just shoot me an ask!
my art blog is @teenagedemon !! 
i mostly rb my little pony, chucky and silly posts but im in a lot of fandoms so you never know!
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me liking all ur posts like the brilliant sister i am nvm i have no reaction images i’m sending a sashannarcy pic instead
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thrawnisbae · 6 years
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For the sexiness rating meme, Thrawn please?
give me a character (from anything ever) in my ask and I’ll rate: 
(Ahhhhh thank you thank you! I was so hoping someone would send him!)
somewhat attractive | eh | not really my type | pretty | handsome | beautiful | stud | gorgeous | SWEET LORD MERCY
can you relate to this character on a personal level?: no | not really | somewhat | yes | they are me
would you date/be friends with this character in real life if they were real?: total bros | friends | best friends | date | become their steady boyfriend/ girlfriend | neither | i don’t know | (Yes plz oh my good gods please would I so be his friend/sweetie/bff or whatever else. This man has been my pretend space husband since the books first came out when I was in high school. GIMME.)
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I recently lost my best friend... & I've been alone for a lot of the grieving stuff bc yay adulthood, & I'm dealing w/MAJOR health stuff (trying to get a transplant & might not be approved, and I had emergency surgery last week). Anxiety's been getting me bad lately & I was thinking like whether H was your bf or bff he'd be the kinda guy to just show up @ your door & make your ass get some sleep (something I've been bad @), and def lets you cry (plz expand)
Hi there! I’m so sorry I haven’t responded until now, I’ve been so busy with school and haven’t been on this account in months but I really hope things are okay now and that they’ll get better for you. I also lost a friend last year and it was really difficult for me, so I really wish that’s something you weren’t having to go through now, and I hope everything’s going well with the transplant and your health. I’m sending all of my love to you, and I know that H would be so supportive and give you so many cuddles and hugs, so here you go…
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You and Harry had only been dating for a couple of months but you’d known each other for years, so he knew you better than just about anyone. Just about. The only person who knew you better was your best friend who you’d known since you were kids. Harry had found himself feeling like the third wheel multiple times when your friend had burst through your door during one of yours and Harry’s stay-at-home movie date nights. He would excuse himself when the gossiping between the two of you seemed to go on forever, though he never minded. Harry loved how happy your best friend made you, and he loved how you’d talk about her all the time and the relationship that the two of you had. But suddenly everything had changed.
It had been a week now since you’d gotten the news that she was gone. But she wasn’t really gone - you could still hear the sound of her laugh as if she was sitting next to you and you had a million pictures on your phone that only tortured you to look at. You had locked yourself in your apartment for the past few days, not even letting Harry over because you just wanted to be alone. And it was killing him to have to stay away when he knew you were hurting so badly. He knew you hadn’t been sleeping or eating and that your sadness was beginning to consume you by the way your voice sounded on the phone the few times you’d pick up. He wanted with all his being to be able to pick up the pieces and put you back together, but he knew that the pieces were meant to be broken after such a loss as the one you were currently facing. He just wanted you to be okay. Countless times he had offered to come to your place, to stay with you for as long as you needed. He’d even offered for you to come stay with him if the memories from within your home were too painful and heavy. But you’d refused, every time. 
It was raining on this day, as you sat on your sofa staring blankly at the TV in front of you as you had been doing for hours. The light knock on your front door startled you as your hooded eyes looked up towards the bleak wooden door. Despite all of the knocks on your door from people checking up on you in the past few days, you still managed to become startled at the sound each time. Like maybe for a fleeting second, you’d thought that the person behind the door could be the one person who you knew you’d never see again. 
You remained frozen on the couch as your heart rate returned to normal at the realization that it wasn’t her, again. Just like usual, you’d wait until the person went away.
“Y/N? Please open the door, love,” you heard Harry call gently from the other side before the sound of crashing thunder echoed through the room. “I’m ‘bout to get struck by lightning out here babe, please?” he chuckled slightly from outside. 
Sighing, you slowly stood up and walked towards the door, not wanting your boyfriend to catch a pneumonia on your behalf. You were just too tired and too out of it to try to make him leave anyway. 
The moment you pulled open the door and your eyes locked with his, Harry felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him. He stood there a soaked mess, but he didn’t look half as bad as you. Before he could say anything, you were wrapped up in his arms, not even noticing that he was soaked from the rain, as he kicked the door shut behind him and held you tighter than he ever had before. 
“Harry I can’t do this,” you breathed out as the tears you’d been holding back finally were let free. 
“You don’t have to baby, just let it out and let me hold you and then we’ll deal with the rest.” He stroked your hair as you suddenly broke in front of him, feeling the weight of everything you’d been trying to avoid suddenly falling onto you. Your legs shook and Harry gathered you into his arms as your legs gave out, your arms around his neck and head buried in his chest. 
“I’ve got you now, Y/N. Just let it out,” he told you gently once again as he laid himself onto the couch with you on top of him, your cries becoming louder and more desperate as your fists beat lightly against his chest. You felt like such a child, but in that moment, it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but her. And she was gone. 
“It’s not… fair Harry I can’t, I can’t do this,” you’d blubbered barely coherently as Harry rubbed your back with one hand and stroked your hair with the other.
“I know, I know it’s not fair, little one. I know,” he whispered, not knowing what else he could say. And that was all he could say as the lump in his throat grew bigger and he found himself blinking away his own tears. He had to be strong for you. “I know,” he kept repeating as you blubbered, your cries eventually weakening and your forehead pressed against Harry’s chest in defeat. Your sniffles began to quiet as you finally lifted your head to look at Harry, his eyes softer than you’d ever seen them, his eyebrows drawn together in concern. 
“I just don’t know what to do Harry,” you whispered now as he reached his hand out to stroke your cheek, noticing how completely exhausted you looked.
“Can you try to sleep for me, my love? I know that won’t change anything but I really need you to get some sleep for me, baby. Please,” he added as you started shaking your head. 
“I just, I need to be awake Harry, I just I can’t go to sleep. What if something happens? What if, I don’t fucking know but I was asleep when I got the call that she was gone, Harry, and I just can’t go to sleep,” you finally blurted out, looking at your boyfriend and knowing how pathetic you sounded but not even caring. 
“Y/N, it’s not your fault that you were sleeping. You did nothing wrong, baby. Please, please, for me, please try to sleep. I’ll stay awake for you if you’d like,” he offered, giving you a small smile. And for some reason, you felt comforted by the fact that at least one of you would be awake, and the idea of falling into a deep sleep now and not having to think about what your life had become for awhile just sounded too tempting.
“You’ll stay awake?” you asked, sniffling.
“The whole time,” he promised, guiding your head back down to his chest and keeping his large hand on the back of your head as you already began to doze off. 
“Thank you,” he thought he heard you whisper as you fell into the deep sleep that you were in such desperate need of. Harry allowed himself to shed a single tear before wiping it away and holding you close to him, which is how you’d stay the next few hours while he listened to the sound of your breathing and tried to keep himself from falling apart. 
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requested by michaelsmoustache: could you plz do one that's totally platonic, like best friends since day one, share everything and it could just be cute best friend shit cause i honestly need that rn. thank you, have a good day i love yoi
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pairings: peter parker x reader 
warnings: fluffy as hell, y’all 
a/n: okay so it’s not totally platonic, but its still focused on being bffs with peter which is amazing in itself. i’m sorry it took so long, love!! but i love yoi too. and thank you for being so patient with me!! enjoy, darlingssss
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“I can’t believe you like Star Trek over Star Wars,” you laughed, playfully shoving your best friend with your shoulder as the two of you walked home from school.
“I like the science!”
“Half of it’s fictional science,” you shot back. “At least I know Star Wars isn’t real.”
Peter Parker sputtered in frustration, his cheeks growing an adorable red. “You and Ned both love to gang up on me about liking Star Trek--it’s what I like!”
You couldn’t help but giggle a little at how worked up he was getting. “Alright, Parker, alright. I’ll drop it.” You walked a few more feet in silence, until you leaned over and whispered, “But Darth Vader is more badass than any Star Trek villain.”
Peter groaned, and gently shoved you away with a hidden smile. You knew he loved the banter--and you never went over the top to explicitly insult his hobbies, even if you thought the were super lame.
He stopped in front of his building, and turned towards you to say goodbye. “Coffee tomorrow morning?”
“If I ever say no to that, shoot me--because I’ve been cloned,” you joked, grinning at him. “Say hi to Aunt May for me, Parker.”
“I will.” Reaching out his hand, you both performed your special handshake, and he disappeared through the doors, smiling. You continued down the street, full of happiness, until you went up to your own apartment, saying hi to your mother and collapsing on the couch.
Peter Parker had been your absolute best friend since grade school, because on the first day you defended him on the playground for drawing his own comic book--something the other kids thought was stupid. Young and innocent, you put your tiny hands on your hips in defiance and told little Peter that he should always do what he loved--no matter what anyone said. And from that day forward, the two of you were inseparable.
It was when you both got to middle school you started telling each other everything that was happening in your life. Puberty, right? Can’t escape all that drama. You had some run-ins with the school mean girls, and he stood up for you for all of them. Likewise, he was having issues with bullies, and you actually got a week’s worth of detention for punching one of them in the jaw for him.
“How was school today, love?” your mother asked from her desk, the clacking of her keyboard not faltering.
“It was alright--long,” came your tired reply.
“What’s Peter up to? I need to talk to May about that book she recommended last week--I finished it already.”
“He’s probably doing homework or something.”
She swiveled her chair around to look at you over the tops of her glasses. “Everything alright with you two?”
“School’s just been up our asses all month,” you replied, casually flipping through your notebook. “We’re gonna get coffee tomorrow morning.”
“Language,” she scolded, and went back to work. “I’ll send her an email.”
You spent the rest of the night doing homework, mindlessly watching the clock on the microwave gradually get later and later into the evening until the sun was long gone. Your phone chimed the merry little tune that belonged to Peter only--startling you out of your daze. Looking down at the screen, he wanted to video chat. You accepted the call, and put on the funniest face you could think of while you waited for it to connect.
“Dude, this homework is killing me, have you--holy shit, what kind of face is that?”
You burst into laughter and adjusted the phone so he could see you properly. “I just finished the homework for Chem--is that what you’re talking about?”
His face on the screen twisted in confusion. “We had Chem homework?”
You covered your eyes with your free hand. “Yes, Parker--what were you talking about?”
“The conversations we had to write out in Spanish!”
“That’s not due until next week, dude.”
An audible sigh escaped him as he held up a packet of paper with words scribbled on them. “I just spent the last two hours writing all of this out.”
“Well,” you tried not to laugh at him, “at least now you’re prepared.”
“Yeah, but now I have to do the homework for Chem that I had no idea about,” he ripped a fresh page of paper out of his notebook and began copying equations from the textbook. “What a trade-off.”
“You can look at mine tomorrow if you want,” you offered. “Compare answers before class.”
“You’re a lifesaver, [Y/N].”
“Here, I’m gonna send you this song I found the other day--I thought of you when I heard it.” You tapped quickly onto the screen, sending him the link.
“New music?” He perked up excitedly when his phone vibrated from your text. “I love that you send me new stuff to listen to.”
“Give that album a listen, if you like that song,” you replied, resting your hand on your chin and gazing at him lovingly. “They sounded right up your alley.”
Certain times, like that moment there, you dwelled on the possibility that you were starting to realize Peter wasn’t that kid on the playground anymore. He had grown into his big ears and goofy grin--replaced by a handsome face and a smile that could break hearts. He wasn’t as scrawny anymore, either. You had no idea when he found the time, but you began to notice his defined biceps during gym, the veins in his arms getting more prominent whenever he flexed.
And whenever you looked at him for too long, an odd feeling would rise up in your stomach, and you would force yourself to look away in embarrassment, cheeks flaming pink.
“[Y/N]?” Peter’s voice brought you out of your thoughts.
You rubbed your eyes, looking at your phone. “Sorry, sorry--it’s been a long day.”
“You should probably get some sleep,” he spoke, concern in his eyes. “Do you still want to get coffee tomorrow?”
You nodded with a shy smile, that odd feeling rising in your stomach again. “Of course, Parker.”
“Call you in the morning then.” Peter grinned, and flashed you Spock’s salute. “Live long and prosper--goodnight, sunshine.”
“Nerd,” you teased, sticking your tongue out at him. “Goodnight, Parker.”
After hitting the end call button, you sat back in your chair in exhaustion, knowing that there’s no possible way you could go to sleep after you finally realized that you had started falling for Peter Parker, at a speed and velocity you didn’t think was possible.
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