it was meant to be a quick sketch and ended up spending almost 6 hours 💀 whoops.. anyways sk8shot!
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Here’s a photo of me in 2015/2016 cosplaying Derek Hale while posing with a random dog in my friends backyard to remind y’all that like Derek, I’m also a cringe-fail human being
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1, 5, 11 for the whump ask game 💛👀
AHH THANK YOU MAURICE ILY OK
okok. i have two answers. i love writing emotional whump. gimme all that good stuff of characters just completely falling apart and being mentally shattered. i live for the breakdowns. i live for the panic attacks. i live for the secret discoveries. (esp when all of this is happening in front of people who though the whumpee was above all of it) i love writing emotional shattered blorbos who are not okay. answer number two is whump that involves my personal trauma (bc projecting is something that is so therapeutic to me) so like. family issues, ptsd, sa etc. like i've had people ask me why these aspects are in so many of my fics and the answer is. i'm clinically insane actually lmao
5. maurice. my dearest friend, maurice. i think you already know the answer to this one. it's bluedas. he's number one blorbo at the moment. poor guy.
11. OHHH THERE ARE SO MANY. IT'S GOING TO TAKE ME AGES TO PICK JUST ONE. OK.
The corners of his eyes felt wet. He reached up to wipe the building, stinging tears away, but his fingers came back red with blood. His breath stuttered, his mind filling with the memory of Judas on the ground with blood pouring from his face.
Something hysterical and uncontrollable rose in his chest, his throat clenching and the air wooshing from him. This time, he was sure it was tears streaming down his face. The hot salt made him itch. Something guttural ripped from his core. The tears only streaked faster. It would surely wash the red away. He was sobbing too hard for it not to. It was a blaming, resentful, pleading cry. The type where anger and despair mixed in his chest. His hands pushed against the stone, but just as with most things in his life, it was fixed in place, unmovable by anything he could possibly do. The coolness of it seeped into his bones, making his skin chill sickeningly.
He stayed like that for what felt like hours, pleading, questioning, and begging. He was only interrupted by a shaky voice that sounded shattered and ashamed.
"Jesus."
just... all of pawns. i had so much fun writing it. i think it might be my fav jcs fic that i've done?? maybe?? idk i'm the type of mother that loves all of her children equally. BUT GETHSEMANE WHUMP!!! GOOD WHUMP!!
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born to write brothers best friend vernon smut
forced to do more engineering homework
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the only good thing about feelings is that now I have more sad stuff to write about and nothing else
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i hate this guy im cancelling my sub
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Love how Oli Orionsound’s biggest fans are also his biggest haters
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now I'm lying on a bed full of coats
trying desperately to cope,
when you open up the door, say something stupid like
"you're lying on some coats"
I say "I know,
it's just sometimes nice to feel what it's like to be someone else's coat"
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YOURE LYING I THOUGHT THE BOOK IN DECEMBER WAS GONNA BD THE LAST ZA BOOK ONLY YO FIND OUT THAT IT WAS ACTUALLY ONLY BOOK 8/9 AND NOW THEY JUST EXTENDED THE SERIES TO BE TEN BOOKS FUCKING KILL ME
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just saw a pic of “baby” lux holding lottie’s baby and jfc i’ve been here too long
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i really haven't known a moment of peace since taika put on that wig and all that leather
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