#sorry this is a vent feel free to scroll

[seiwas]

i’m terrible omfg my bf was an angel today even tho i was so snappy fr 😭

#sorry this is a vent feel free to scroll #i feel so bad omf 😭😭😭😭 he was so nice he literally picked me up n drove me to my doctors appt #then we ran some errands n then ate korean for dinner (soooo fulll omg) #he even waited for me to buy a pumpkin spice latte 😭😭 cos ive never tried n wanted to see what the hype was abt #and i was so snappy throughout the day i swear to gOD I HATE PMS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #id snap when id catch him staring at me bc i was jus self conscious 😭😭 #was hardcore projecting how ugly i felt …. everytime he’d look i felt like he was judging me thinking i was ugly #(when he rlly wasnt 😭😭 he told me its cos he just wanted to pinch my cheeks 😭😭) #IM TERRIBLE FR 😭😭😭 WTFCNAKANZKSJSB #im never usually like this 😭😭 but i guess i just havent been feeling like my best self lately esp since ive been going to the derm a lot #and just started getting back to the gym #ive never felt pms this way before 😭😭😭😭 #whT thE HEKCLSNDISNDKJA #lovebug #i talked so much again

[write-it-motherfuckers]

Well, that was a much bigger shitstorm than I had been expecting.

First of all, kid's ok, they just kept him over night because he's so young and concussions are a bit more of a risk, especially given his extensive medical history. Thankfully though, he seems to be on the mend, and he should be home by the time you Darlings are seeing this post.

As for why you're seeing this post, originally I was just meant to be playing emergency babysitter until the dad finished work and got home, but unfortunately he's just as big of a piece of shit as he usually is (Why they're still together and actively having more kids I have no idea) and decided that since someone was already with the kids, then instead of rushing home like he was asked to by his wife, he was going to make the best of it and go out drinking with his friends.

Both his wife and his elderly mother in law tried to contact him, but after the third set of calls, he turned off his phone. Not once did he ask who was with his kids, or how his injured son was, all he cared about was going out and drinking. (I sincerely hope she leaves his arse soon. Holy shit)

The mum did apologise to me repeatedly, but since their only living family is her elderly mother who is by no means capable of looking after five kids under the age of seven, she really didn't have a choice but to rely on me until her or her (shitty) husband could return home. And for obvious reasons, she couldn't exactly leave a four year old in the hospital by himself.

In the end, the "dad" didn't get home until about nine am this morning, stinking of grog, and I don't feel comfortable leaving them with him. I did quickly head back and grab a charger for my phone so that I could type this up, but since the youngest ones will be waking from their after feed nap soon, and the mum is still a way's off from getting back, I'm probably not going to have time to sort through my reblogs properly.

On a small positive note though, it does look like all my stuff is back now, so I should be able to go back to posting older reblogs tomorrow. For now, I'm just going to focus on the kids and then go back and crash into my own bed.

Thank you for your understanding and patience, Darling ones. Please remember to take care of yourselves 🖤

#mod speaks #update #Given the circumstances I haven't felt comfortable sleeping while I'm here either #so I am super tired and grumpy. Which is not the best state to be in when interacting with others #I'm also sorry this is such a long ramble #but situations like this where children are involved tend to rile me up in the worst way #so unless I want to be charged with murdering this piece of shit father #I needed to do something else to vent. Thus. This post. #Sorry again Darlings #feel free to scroll past

[princessg3rard]

slight vent about sensory issues below the cut :3

why is everything so loud and itchy and weird Jesus fucking christ !! can the idf really not afford to not yell at 18yo for like 3 sec ?? just those 3 like pls I just want a tinsie winsie break that’s all

I’m really grateful that I serve but also I want to kill everyone and run away into the woods

#bro is going through it #slight vent #im sorry im sorry #I usually never do this #feel free to scroll past lmao

[cookiescr]

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#vent #sorry in advance for da vent feel free to scroll by #rants n rambles #i know the algorithm and shit has been so whack lately esp in twitter and instagram #but sometimes i think maybe it's not the algorithm but my art has just not been popping off lately ajsdlkssaj #plus I've been focusing more on commissions so i can't really try to grow my audience like i used to #plus it's harder to come by a show or anything to fixate on like nothing itches thhe brain anymore #or not yet #like i know you shouldn't focus on how many likes or reblogs or retweets you get #but it's kinda hard to do that esp since this is kinda my main livelihood rn idk #im avoiding calling my art shit like i don't wanna bring myself down down lakjsdskal

[iknowicanbutwhy]

12 hour shifts should be illegal. Holy hell.

#venting. Feel free to scroll past #so tired of being stuck in a hole of a town #you try to look for a job and it's like hey! your options are: 10 jobs where there's never enough people working and you have to do #5 tasks at once or 3 jobs where you slave your entire day away in a factory with hypersurveillance and no social interaction #and hey haha maybe you'll get a break?? It's totally not guaranteed in your first 10 options hahaha #FUCK #the nearest marginally okay job is an hour away #gas cost is up the fuckin roof #but hey! there's ways of getting around earning money. You could buy something and make other people's lives more miserable by letting them #borrow it and holding power over them because there's no place to escape to except for another person who owns their shit :) #LIKE YOUR FUCKING HOUSE #AND YOUR CAR #AND THE MONEY YOU SAVE FOR YOUR HEALTH AND YOUR CAR THAT YOU'RE NOT EVEN ALLOWED TO USE MOST OF THE TIME #GOD KNOWS I CANT FIX MY GODDAMN TEETH #you could join the shitshow that is online investing- sorry i mean advanced pyramid scheming with a little bit of actual stake in the world #please. please oh my god #the only way to make things even a little easier is to live in a housefull of 5-6 working people but god. At least kids don't have to #work anymore because of government assistance. But once you're an adult with anything a tad over minimum wage? You're on your own buddy #Life was never supposed to be about living hand to mouth. We surpassed that way of living as soon as agriculture became a thing. #automation. surplus. the ability to relax can be mass produced. #please. i just want a job to support the few people i have without turning into some stressed asshole that either sleeps or rages at them

[furcoveredinblood]

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#vent #was scrolling on tikok and saw a livestream of a palestinian man watching his town get raided by the israeli army. i'm in fucking tears. #i'm israeli. this is my country doing these horrific things to palestinians. taking innocent lives and terrorizing generations of people. #i feel sick to my stomach knowing my country is doing this. has BEEN doing this for so many years. it's so painful seeing palestine go #through this. i've donated so much money and gone to many many protests in support of palestine but i can't do enough to stop this war. #i really wish i could do something to get the israeli government to listen to palestine's cries. i feel ashamed of being israeli. #i want to embrace my heritage but i want to see all of israel's government dead too. i hate this war they've brought onto palestine. #i hate it so much. it's unnecessary. it hurts. and i can't do anything about it. i just want palestine free. why is that so much to ask? #i know no one cares about this but i just need to get this out. it's so painful seeing palestine go through this because of my country. #i just want it to end. i'm sorry for dumping this here. i don't have anyone else to really talk about this with.

[cloudyf0x]

a thought

you know, i've noticed something. never ever in my life would i have considered myself an optimist. i always thought i was a realist, because i logically weighed situations in my mind and came up with the answer, be it good or bad. my family and friends backed me up. ig you spent five minutes with me and my sarcasm and darkish humor, you would said i was anything but positive, anything but hopeful. but now i realize that i am possibly the only optimist i know. everyone around me has lost hope in humanity, a failing system, a dying planet. i too recognize our society for what it is, a system made to beat us into submission and keep us poor. but something deep inside me will always and relentlessly believe that things will work out. when people joke that they don't see themselves living past 30, i laugh and agree, even though no such thought has ever crossed my mind. the world has beaten down my friends and my family and made them believe that there is nothing but suffering, nothing but darkness, though i see them smile at the sight of a dog, and close their eyes while eating their favorite food. i watch people spread their arms and lift their faces in the rain, smile as they breathe in the steam from a cup of hot tea, watch them lovingly stroke the cover of their favorite book and i wonder, is this not goodness? i will always believe that there is good in this world, that there is good in people. i choose to believe that it is circumstance that turns people bitter and mean, not nature. and i choose to believe this because i see or hear of the selfless works that people do every day, i see the trees and the bugs and the moon. i look at the moon and i believe that this world is good because there is good in me, and i see good in others. i refuse to believe the world is all selfishness and greed and power-hungry businessmen because i have to. because nobody else can.

#sorry to my 1 (one) mutual who will see this #feel free to scroll past this is just a venting post #a diary entry if you will

[navybrat817]

A Phone Call Away

Pairing: Motocross!Ari Levinson x Female Reader Summary: No matter what, Ari is just a phone call away. Word Count: Almost 1.1k Warnings: Pining, slight angst and hurt/comfort, fluff and feels, reference to cheating (not by Ari), motocross!Ari Levinson (he’s a warning, okay? A/N: Fourth day of my Naughty & Nice Nonsense belongs to Beast and Sweetart! I can't wait to share more of them. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You sat on the floor as you unpacked your last box and took a moment to glance around your bedroom. You didn't realize how little you had at Carter's place until you went to get your things. True to his word, Ari got your phone back and helped you get everything out of there not long after. A couple of his friends showed up and were nice enough, but didn't say much to you. They made sure your ex wouldn't bother you or interfere. You only saw him for a split second and took great satisfaction when you noticed his black eye.

You didn't think you hit Carter hard enough to do any damage and Ari didn't mention punching him when he retrieved your phone. He only said that you wouldn't have to worry about your ex bothering you again. If he had hit him, you hoped he didn't get in any sort of trouble. You weren't worth it.

"You call me if you need anything," Ari said after he helped drop everything off. "Even if it's just to vent."

He saved his number as "Beast" under your contacts.

Thinking of that made you smile before you pulled a hand painted picture frame out of the box, staring at the photo of you and Carter inside. Most didn't know you well enough to spot that your smile in the picture was a bit forced. You may have pushed the red flags to the back of your mind, but your smile couldn't lie.

You glanced at your bed as flashes of Carter whirled through your mind. The physical part never seemed to be an issue, but it wasn't enough for him. Your stomach turned and you fought down bile that threatened to rise in your throat. You hadn't told your parents yet. They would find a way to blame you for him cheating.

But it isn't my fault, right?

You sniffled as you grabbed your phone and scrolled until you got to Ari's number. He had done more than enough for you and you didn't want to bother him, but the thought of talking to him comforted you. Was it because he looked like he could break you, but showed you a softer side?

You still couldn't believe you cried in his arms the way you did, but it was freeing in a sense to be vulnerable. Ari didn't seem like the type to judge either. A gentle giant.

He said he wants me to go to his next race, so maybe he wouldn't mind hearing from me.

Pressing on his name, you sniffled again as you waited in anticipation for him to answer. Your heart sank as three rings went by and he didn't pick up. He was probably busy between work, practice, and his friends. Or maybe there was someone else.

If there is, I can't be upset. I just got out of a relationship and he doesn't owe me a single thing.

"Hey, Sweetart," he answered on the fourth ring.

"Hey, Beast," you smiled, blood rushing to your cheeks as the nickname rolled off your tongue. "This isn't a bad time, is it?"

"I was just about to take a shower."

"Oh," you said, wondering if he was still dressed or if he was naked.

His massive body probably looked glorious under a spray of water.

Now that image is in my mind.

"I'm sorry I bothered you. I can talk to you later."

"No, no. It can wait," he assured you. "And you aren't bothering me. Told you to call me if you need anything."

"Thanks," you said softly.

You weren't sure what to say next and wondered if it was a mistake to call.

"Is everything okay?" he asked, breaking the silence. “Is he bothering you?”

So protective.

"No, he isn’t, but I don't know if I’m okay. My mind wandered a bit once I finished unpacking and I could feel that I was starting to get upset, so I called you," you explained, wiping at your eyes as you took a deep breath. "And since you aren't here to hug me, I wanted to talk to you. Hearing your voice is making me feel better."

This is the part where he tells me I'm crazy and to lose his number.

"I make you feel better?" he asked after a moment.

"Yeah, you do," you said truthfully.

You almost giggled at the admission. It probably sounded like you had a silly crush on him. Maybe you did. Beyond the physical attraction and intimidating aura was a protective and thoughtful man. He didn't strike you as the type to cheat or hurt anyone without good reason.

So if there was a positive in being hurt by Carter, it was meeting Ari.

"I thought I scared most people," he said quietly.

"You don't scare me," you said above a whisper.

Beast or not, you weren't afraid of him.

"You're just saying that because you want one of my amazing hugs."

"I could definitely use a hug," you smiled, imagining his arms around you. "You really have done a lot to help me recently and I can't thank you enough."

"You have nothing to thank me for. I wanted to help you."

Ari's voice soothed you as you tucked your knees under your chin. "I owe you and the guys pizza and beer, at least."

They took time out of their day to deal with your mess and refused to let you pay them for helping you get your things. You wanted to do something. It was the least you could do.

"Don't tell Barnes and Rogers that because they'll take advantage of your generosity," he chuckled, making you smile. "But if you really want to, I can set something up after the next race. You're still going, right?"

Does he sound nervous or am I imagining that?

"I'll be there," you promised. You wouldn't break your word. "Why do I have a feeling I won't end up paying a cent?"

"Because your money's no good here."

"That isn't fair," you giggled.

"Maybe not, but it made you laugh," he pointed out.

"Yeah, it did," you said.

"So, what's your favorite kind of pizza?"

You spent the next hour talking to Ari, eventually moving from the floor to your bed so you could get comfortable. He kept the conversation light, like he knew you didn't have the energy to discuss anything too heavy. By the time you wrapped up the call, your ex and the unpleasant feelings from earlier were far from your mind.

All thanks to Beast.

Slow(ish) burn of sorts? He'll be so good to you. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[experimentfae]

Marshall Lee x fem! reader

Oneshot

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You were at your job sadly that job was the unfortunate retail, at a music shop “hey do you where the flutes are?” Asked a women who weirdly look identical to you’re friend fionna “yeah there best to the drum sticks.” She thanked you headed there. 

You sighed going through your phone to pass the time not realizing someone entered the store. While continued you’re scrolling around you’re favorite app you heard someone come up.

You put your phone and your eyes widen and felt your cheeks become red to see a super hot guy, “hey can I a guitar pick?” Took you a minute but you realized they’re right behind you “o-oh sorry I’m.. let me g-get this for you.” Inside you are feeling embarrassed that you’re stuttering.

“No biggie.” You put the Guitar pick on the scanner “is that all.” He seemed to be in thought it he quickly got out of it “na this is all I need.” “That… um well be 1.30.” You spoke avoiding eye contact. “Here you are and see ya.” He handed the money and head out with his new guitar pick.

You banged your head onto the counter “I completely embarrassed myself, he probably thinks I’m some weirdo now.” You groaned out “um hello.” You looked back up now extremely embarrassed you forgot that chick was still here “Sorry! Um I’ll scan that for you.” You replied just wanting this interaction to be over.

After she payed her flute she left, you sighed you took your phone, beginning to text fionna need to vent what just happened.

[y/n]: Fionna I did something stupid I need you to make me feel better!

[Fionna]: what happened?

[y/n] I embarrassed myself in front of this hot guy, then I embarrassed my self again with some that look like you’re twin but that’s besides the point.

[Fionna]: weird properly saw her before. It’s ok (y/n) that guy will forget eventually and next time you see him you can re introduce yourself.

[y/n]: you’re probably right just also upset is because I didn’t even get to know what his name was. Hopefully I do see him again.

[Fionna]: I’m sure you will (y/n) are you busy this weekend?

[y/n]: Nope my weekend is free.

[Fionna]: Awesome I been wanting to try the new boba shop that opened up, been dying to try one of those.

(Y/n): then I’ll see you tomorrow bye bud lunch break is starting and I’m super hungry.

[fionna]: Bye Bud.

After lunch breaks me more work you finally finished work, you headed home and was thankful the weekend came quicker then you thought.

Next day you and fionna were at the boba shop getting your orders “maybe I should get this one.” Mutters fionna as she looked around the boba options. You already made you’re choice waiting for you’re drink.

You then suddenly see the hot guy again you almost gasped let’s pray that you good maybe even ok at least “hey fionna.” He spoke heading towards her…. Wait what.

“Hey Marshall Lee just getting some boba with (y/n).” She knew him?! You watched as his eyes widen when he looked your way “It’s you from that music shop.” NOOOOO HE REMEMBERS!!!! “I um… I need to use the bathroom!” You yelled speeding away.

Thankfully the place did actually have one, so you went in trying to hide until he left “why the did I do that.” You groaned out feeling frustrated at yourself, you embarrassed yourself again, You immediately beginning texting fionna.

[y/n]: you knew him?!

[Fionna]: Marshall Lee was the guy you were talking about? Small world.

[y/n]: how come you didn’t tell me? Who else do you know?

[Fionna]: well I know this guy named Gary and that’s about it really and I guess, and LSP oh almost forgot Hunter.

[y/n]: Wait isn’t Hunter you’re boyfriend?

[Fionna]: What no! This is about you not about me and if you’re waiting for him to leave he left, so come out of the bathroom.

You let out a sigh of relief and came back out to see fionna with her boba waiting for you. “Done chickening out?” Fionna asked “I’m not chickening put I’m just… needed to genuinely use the bathroom.” “Huh uh.” She replied with a knowing smirk.

“If you’re interested he told me he thought you were cute.” Fionna stated while drinking ther boba “wait really?” You asked with hope in your eyes “yeah.” She simply said like it wasn’t a big deal. You became flustered.

“You know what I should get you guys to officially meet!” Fionna suggested with excitement “I… maybe I would be more prepared.” You replied feeling hopeful this time “yeah, maybe you, me, cake and Marshall Lee can have a hangout.” “Sounds cool.” You agreed feeling a bit of confidence.

“So how about Wednesday?” Fionna suggested “yeah I could do that.” You replied “cool.” You two counties with your day out until night time, you were home now hoping you could be able to face Marshall Lee in person, after all he thinks you’re cute.

Couple days later, Wednesday came and After work you got dressed and waited for fionna to tell you the location.

[y/n]: where’s the location at?

[Fionna]: where at a Marshall Lee place’s he wanted us to hang out to watch the movie me and cake found called ‘heat signature’ .”

[y/n]: I did hear that movie was pretty good alright guess I’ll head over there.

Fionna sent you the location, thankfully it wasn’t that far, you checked to see it was the right apartment and it was, so you knocked on the door making sure you looked good then you see Marshall Lee opening the door.

“(Y/n) you made it, come in.” You wanted to see something but it’s like the words got stuck in your throat so you just walked in. “Alright.” He spoke seating down on his red sofa. “Yes! movie night, oh can you make nachos I always wanted to try those.” Spoke cake in excitement “alright I’ll be back and you guys make yourself comfortable.” Cake and Fiona sat together while Fiona assured for you to sit next to her.

“So got the hots for Marshall Lee.” Stated cake making you blush “it’s obvious isn’t it?” “Yeah.” Cake simply said while eating chips, “don’t worry remover what I said about Marshall Lee he thinks you’re cute.” Reassured Fionna “thank’s fionna.” We then see Marshall Lee back with the nachos.

“Be careful cake I p- cake didn’t wait time and grabbed a nacho and ate the whole chip until you started screaming my a little and immediately grabbed her drink and gulped the whole thing. “What.. the Glob.. was that?!” Yelled cake between breathes this made Marshall Lee laugh “there are jalapeño peppers in there, I tried to warn you.”

Cake could only grunt while the rest of us laugh, “you have a nice, laugh.” You paused you’re laughing to see Marshall Lee was talking to you, “I-um t-thanks.” He smiled “you’re welcome. “Now let’s watch this movie.” He said Turing the light off and starting the movie.

While watching the movie you grabbed the nachos and other snacks you hummer in delight of tasting the food “glad you like it, I’m not much of a chef but… I try.” He spoke “yeah it’s… it’s good.” You agreed making him smile.

“I gotta use the bathroom.” Fionna stated while nudging cake “huh.” Cake looked confused until she seemed to remember something “oh! Um right I’ll come with.” They both got up and left.

You both Continue to watch. “Sir I can’t get a radar it’s like… they be one have a heat signature?!” Spoke one characters you forgot the name of already. “You know they did that to give us alone time.” Spoke Marshall Lee with a knowing smirk.

“That’s explains w-why they both went to the bathroom.” You replied “and I know that you have a thing for me girl it’s apparent.” This comment made you blush like crazy you’re hands instinctively covers you’re face. “wait no I-!“it’s ok no need to shout I think you’re cute, and I wanna get to know you more.”

You slowly uncovers your hands “really?” “Really now when can we hang out again?” He asked with hope making your confidence come through “I… maybe next weekend would be cool to hang.” You’re face no longer you showed you’re small smile to him “cool then let me give you my number.” He text you his and you text him your number.

“Well then cutie can’t wait for next weekend.” You smiled “yeah can’t wait too.” Fionna and Cake came back with smiles “so you gonna date now?!” Cheered Cake “that takes time cake.” You replied “makes sense, I guess.” She replied.

You guys continue to watch the movie but you couldn’t help but continue about your next hangout with Marshall Lee.

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[seiwas]

a good cry always does wonders

#sorry for the vent ! feel free to scroll past ! #had a nice conversation w my bf today #let out a good cry #and idt ive ever loved him more #was anxious about sharing lots of things w him bc i didn't really know how he'd react #or was afraid of disappointing him or smth but #he could already tell #i never used to fully grasp what it meant or felt like when ppl would say: someone who knows u better than u know urself #but today he rlly showed me just that #he's been hinting smth at me for the past few months that he thinks maybe this one thing i'm trying out isn't really for me #bec i guess he could really see that i was just trying to force it #and when i was sharing how i felt today and couldn't really voice it out #he tried to help me w it and asked if i was feeling x way and y way #and it was exactly that :( he said it was cos he's been noticing it from me for a while #and he was so sweet with the way he responded too #all love and support and not in any way disappointed at all #and idk i just feel like wow. isn't that such a special thing? to have someone know and respect u like this #i appreciate how he didn't push/pry at me the months before (bc he knows i don't really like being prodded unless i share it myself) #(i like to keep things to myself for a while to give myself the chance to handle it before involving others) #and idk i'm feeling a different type of soft today #and like a huge weight was lifted off me #lovebug #i talked so much again

[little-worm-grant]

Marc's POV: The Weekend

1,013 words / 18+ only, no minors

Masterlist.

If you like what you see, leave a like or reblog and follow me ♥ Summary: Marc has a weekend to himself and is trying a hand at this whole self-care crap that everyone's on his ass about. Turns out he can't get away from himself. Warnings: No smut. Mentions family death, C-PTSD, childhood trauma, self-hatred, hurt/comfort. I'm all up in my feels and wanted to write a character that can relate. Sorry not sorry in advance 8) Most important thing to remember: Take care of yourself first, no one can do it better than you can.

Marc was having a good weekend. There was nothing special about it but that was the whole point. Layla was going to be gone for another week. He wasn't out on a job. He wasn't tasked with doing anything special for Steven. There was a few jobs around the apartment he could be doing - he probably should be doing - but instead, he'd decided to try that whole self-care crap the others kept getting on his ass about.

So he tried doing nothing. A day of rest. A whole weekend of it.

Admittedly, at first, it was an unsettling sensation. Didn't feel right that he wasn't trying to be useful to someone else. He'd always pushed Steven to the front to take up the majority of their free time. Now that he had it, what would he do with it?

Turned out that doing nothing was doing something. He doom-scrolled on his phone for the longest time. Longer than he cared to admit. Not entirely permitted on a day of rest but it was enjoyable and no one was there to stop him.

More importantly, Steven wasn’t there to stop him.

He remained in bed. Finding no motivation alone to get out of the pit he'd settled into and called home. Letting himself rot was self-care, right? Wrong. Steven didn’t need to be there for Marc to hear that little British voice saying otherwise.

Eventually, hunger took over his needs. Prepared a meal in the form of leftovers. Told himself not to meal prep for the others while he was at it. He should. They needed to eat properly too. This weekend was about doing something for himself. Why was that so much harder?

Found himself venting to Gus. Even with his whole weekend shtick of only focusing on himself, the fish needed to eat. Little bastard relied on them. Plus he really didn't need another fish funeral as part of his self-care routine. Marc found he was indeed a good listener. Even if he was ranting about nonsensical things. It felt good to get it off his chest.

The evening was spent reading but that soon put him back to sleep.

Overall, if someone asked, he'd say it was a pretty decent weekend.

By Sunday, it did feel like it'd taken some of the weight off his shoulders. Lost a lot of the day to a game he discovered where he could renovate houses. Something about the repetition relaxed him. Let him switch off while still being very much at the forefront of their mind.

At some point his phone buzzed. Expected it to be Layla calling and paused his game to take it. Froze when he saw what name that came up.

Ma.

It was his ma calling.

He hadn't spoken to her on the phone in years. Watched the phone buzz with some underlining urgency. Knowing it wouldn't be forever but that moment felt like an eternity. Staring at the screen. Suspicious and unmoved. That churning in his stomach. He should take it. He knew he should. Could take a good guess at what would come if he did.

The call rang out and stopped, but Marc was still staring at the screen.

Why now? What did she want?

He should call her back. Apologize for not picking up. Make up some excuse why he couldn't. Nothing came to mind. He pushed the phone away from himself. Couldn't bring himself to go back to his game. He pushed away from the desk. Needing to move. To find something to distract him. To ground him.

His ma had called. He checked again. Sure enough, a missed call.

Why.

No message. No voice mail.

Another punishment of hers. Only this one was of his own doing. A reminder of what a bad son he was. He should call her back.

He paced his apartment.

What if something bad had happened?

What if it's nothing and she's just drunk again and wants to lash out?

But what if she doesn't? What if she actually wanted to talk to him?

He threw his phone on the bed. Watching it bounce off and go clattering along the floorboards. Another thing that went out of his control. Hand wiping over his face and into his hair to pull. It hurt but he needed to feel something. It was that or he'd hit himself.

Fuck.

Why was she calling him? Hadn't she died? That unsettling logic in the mess of his thoughts brought him back to himself. He checked his phone again. The bottom right of the screen was all cracked, but it still functioned. Couldn't find it in himself to care about the damage. He was going back to the call logs.

Ma had called. It was there in plain sight. Tears welled in his eyes. He dropped down into his bed and curled up in his sheets. Tried holding it in but alone with the missed call he found it all came crashing down. He sobbed like a little boy again. That was easier to do than to call her back.

Had to remind himself he was safe, he was okay. That he wasn't that kid anymore.

He should call her, but everything in his brain told him he shouldn't want to call her. He couldn't even say he hated her. The truth was, he didn't. He wanted to love her. As he'd grown, he came to an understanding that he could love her at a distance and accept she couldn't love him back.

It couldn't be his ma that called. She was dead. Maybe he was losing it again. That made more sense.

He thumbed at his contacts. Hitting the call button and bringing the phone to his ear. Listening to the ring until she picked up.

"Hey." His voice cracked.

Layla’s voice on the other end. Concerned but trying not to be. Marc uncurled and rolled onto his back. Taking a breath. The corner of his lip quirked to something she said.

"Nothing's wrong. I just wanted to hear your voice. I miss you."

#marc spector #oscar isaac #moon knight #moon knight fanfiction #marcs pov

[libraford]

oh my god, I just realised I've spent maybe half an hour going through your blog and you used to have a stalker and I'm possibly weirding you out. uh, I'm so sorry!! I just do this with my favourite people from time to time!

Okay, so let me kind of... explain? Because I dont find random people going on a binge read of my blog to be stalker. That's just normal tumblr behavior.

The stalker in question... was my direct supervisor at the flower shop.

He found out that I was using tumblr as a space to vent and since he was the source of a LOT of my rants because he really was... just awful to me.

Now you have to understand that my username did not resemble in any way the name that they knew me by, he didnt have a tumblr himself, and so there had to be a deliberate effort to find me. For the distinct purpose of making my work life uncomfortable and removing me from a safe space to vent.

Meanwhile, he was making death threats against coworkers on his social media, so double standard.

So its 2018, my privacy has been violated, and he's habitually reading my posts in his free time because he cant help himself, hes so self-obsessed- aren't you, Coach. You cant handle a single person disliking you for any reason. He comes upon a post where in talking about his tendency to cheat on his wife which he fucking bragged about loudly inside the shop, and his wife sees it over his shoulder. Now hes in the doghouse. Instead of taking responsibility for the fact that he cheated, he decides to shoot the messenger.

Now I'm ostracized, no one will talk to me, work is hell, and theres no way out and theres nowhere I can go about it because I know hes reading everything about himself.

And it eventually died down when my boss stepped in and said to stop looking at my shit, but I know for a fact that he still did. So I had to change my username and pic and hope for the best but sometimes I still think hes looking because as I said: dude is so insecure he cant help himself.

It's been years and hes out of my life, but I'm still cautious about people looking for reasons to abuse my trust. This is why some of my stories are written with code names, partial truths, obfuscated locations. I talk about shows, but I dont advertise their locations. Dates are vague. This arguably makes storytelling difficult, but its necessary for safety reasons.

So.

You getting caught in the endless scroll of the blog of the person whose content you enjoy isnt really... the same. You enjoying my stories,my posts, my slice of life stuff, my photos... it doesnt make me feel unsafe and it doesnt really have the same real-world consequences as someone I spend every day with using my vent space as ammunition.

You're fine. You clearly dont have any malicious intent. You can scroll guilt-free.

[mangeur-detoiles]

I saw your post about the hawaii cancelation and it hit me hard all over again. I'm not sure why it's affecting me this much. I started the show not too long ago after seeing cute gifs and loved it from the pilot and was excited finally having caught up to season 3. Then I saw the posts circulating the uncertainty and for some reason I expected the worst. To distract myself from it, I even started binging S19 again from season 1, only to read the sad news at like 2 am, by randomly scrolling through tumblr. I couldn't sleep all night. I truely fell in love with Kacy and rewatched all their scenes like a thousand times. Marina cancelation is sad too, but I don't know, I guess that one was let down easy and we get some closure. NCIS just hit me like a truck. I grew up with the original NCIS and loved Ziva, but there was always something off with the show. Then I started watching hawaii and it clicked. The POC female LEAD + Kacy (being half POC, very organic, cute and sincere couple which is rare with wlw) to top it off. Compared to shows that don't get axed and run for 20 years with the most ridiculous, non-relatable storylines, this one really hit below the belt. Sorry for the long post, I just needed to vent.

Thank you, Anon, for sharing this with me. I think we are going through a very emotionally challenging experience. Sharing our feelings can be very helpful, especially in the fandom where people can relate to it. So, feel free to vent as much as you want.

I feel you Anon. Many things you wrote resonated with me. I haven't felt such a deep attachment to a ship and a show for a while, so the loss hit hard. We are all suffering from the loss of a show that brought us representation, hope, comfort, and happiness which is huge. But IMO the overall disrespect from CBS is making it even worse. They dealt with the cancellation awfully, showing a massive disrespect for the fans, cast, and crew. They completely disregarded all of us, letting us believe there was a chance, only to crush our hopes. 

It was never just a tvshow, it's Ohana.

#ask #anon #cancellation

[seraphicalsuccubus]

Hi, I just wanted to say you are so incredibly kind, and I look forward to hearing from you while scrolling. I’m sorry things are tough right now, but I really admire that you’re still handing out kindnesses despite your own troubles. Thank you for being a little sun beam when you can 🖤

oh 🥺🥺🥺 oh my gosh, this is so sweet, I’m ????? 😭😭😭

I just, I dunno. just because I’m struggling doesn’t mean I need to drag everyone else down with me, y’know ?? everyone’s in different phases of their life. everyone has their own struggles. everyone’s fighting their own battles, maybe they’re winning, maybe they’re losing. but who am I to add negativity onto that, y’know ??

if I can be a source of lightheartedness and silliness and just stupid unhinged posts and a never ending fountain of kindness, I will be, for whoever needs it. because I’ve been there. fucking hell, like, I’m there RIGHT NOW, so I know firsthand how hard life can be. especially when you’re getting thrown curveball after curveball and have horrible depth perception and hand-eye coordination so you miss every single one, lol.

I just don’t see the point in bringing other people down with me. if I’m struggling, I know other people are struggling. and if they need a solace or place to vent and feel free but protected and safe at the same time, my blog is always here for them. I will dole out as much kindness and positivity as I possibly can, even if I can’t extend the same courtesy to myself. it doesn’t make me feel any better to make someone else be my companion in my misery, it just makes me feel worse. I don’t want to be a source of stress or discomfort to anyone. I’m very much so one of those, ‘I suffered so why should I make someone else endure what I did?’ and not so much one of those, ‘well, I had to suffer and deal with all this so you should too so you can know what it’s like.’ I gain nothing by bringing someone else down with me. it costs nothing to be kind and courteous and uplift other people. meanwhile, it can cost you fucking everything to be cruel and inhumane and drag someone down to your level just so they suffer with you, that’s how you risk losing everyone that cares about you and ending up completely alone.

but thank you. this was really, genuinely, very kind and thoughtful and I feel truly appreciated on here for the first time in a while because of this ask, tbh. so thank you for also being a kind little ray of sunshine to me, during this time. it means the world to me, and I really hope you’re doing well in your own little corner of existence because you deserve to have a life as lovely and beautiful and kind as you are.

so, thank you, again. I’ll be screenshotting this ask to save it to look back on when I’m struggling and feeling low. thank you for helping be my little pick me up while I try to pick everyone else up. sending you so much love and luck and health and prosperity your way, and I truly hope karma blesses you with something positive and much needed/well accepted in your life and genuinely helpful to you, solely for you going out of your way to be so kind to me. I wish you the best, thank you for being such a genuinely wonderful soul. 🖤

#ask #oh no I’m gonna cry over this one too 😭😭😭

[anti-endo-haven]

We know your on break for a bit ans feel free to delete this we just have to get it off our head

Cw: fake claiming, doubting sys validity, r/syscringe mention, religion mention, religious trauma mention

We occasionally go scrolling through r/syscringe. Not because we agree, we whole heartedly HATE it. But sometimes for shits ans giggles, you know?

We were clicking through the pictures on a post and number 3. A number we already have a fuck ton of trauma with due to events and things happening with that number.

A post from our main. We were making a joke because lately, our boyfriend's been asking what fandoms we know. And we've been busy and been blurry so not everyone knows names. Hell I suck on names. So we'd describe shit weird. The movie Wonka?

We called it the candy fucker. He was like wtf? A reasonable response. So, who we're 95% sure now was like Le, went "hey he could've been!" So our bf, worried a bit, asked who was fronting. So, I quoted it and posted it.

We were being laughed ar especially because well, no real system would do that. This part was a little funny, they said that came from a blog like plural culture is or trauma holder culture is. No it's our personal kinda shit posty.

I've been doubting how valid we are. We've got some who think they were split because of religious trauma and our grandfather scaring the life into us through the Bible. And I know it's bad but I kinda doubt them because it wasn't as bad as others.

I've been doubting because it's like I'm perma frontstuck. I'm never not fronting. The rare times I do is when I have a blackout because, as Le explained, for some reason I'm not really ready to remember what inside is like. I know the basis but not details. This didn't help any

We hallucinate already, at least I do. It's usually Lu, Le, or Al who have to tell me I'm seeing things that aren't real. What if I'm hallucinating us being a system? What if we are but I'm not sure on things?

I'm sorry for venting Shining, really. Feel free to delete this we just had to get it off our chest

🌌🕷

Not deleting it, you’re here and I hear you. I see you. You’re valid in your experiences.

r/systemscringe does not give anyone a right to tell you how you can or can’t act when the majority of them don’t even believe in the disorder. Systems can act in a variety of ways and you posting a funny moment from your own doesn’t make you any less real.

The thing with your religious trauma, it is and was bad enough. Don’t compare it and say that it wasn’t bad enough when it was and is.

I know that I can’t diagnose you, but you are still valid and are a system. If you’d want, I can send a PDF for the DSM-5-TR and you can scroll through that for the dissociative disorders as a means of reminding yourself of what’s there.

It was bad enough. You aren’t any less of a system. You are valid. You’re not fake.

Don’t let a subreddit try and make you think that you’re not. It’s extremely hard not to let it get to you, but avoid the subreddit for as long as you can. I know it might be compelling to look there, but it has already caused you harm.

Take care of yourself. You’re important. I don’t believe you’re faking. If the denial is bad, try and do some things to help ground yourself and see if you can make a list of what happens to further help you know that you are not faking.

Even as someone who has hallucinations (and a lot of them), we have it to where we try and say when something is an auditory hallucination or not. It doesn’t feel like something we say. The crying and screaming and any whispered voices don’t sound like they’re coming from any alters or from us/the body at all, it feels detached in a way that isn’t dissociation detachment. I know it can be different and/or hard for others to do that.

It’ll be okay. Put yourself first and make sure to take care of yourself. I’m sorry that everything has hit you suddenly. I’m here for you. 🫂 /wc

#🌌🕷️ #anti endo #endos dni #did system #system #actually did #osddid #traumagenic system #did plural #endos not for you #actually traumagenic #did plurality #osdd plural #osdd plurality #tw religious trauma #tw religion mention #tw fakeclaiming mention #tw fakeclaiming #tw denial #tw doubting system validity #tw doubting sys validity #tw r/systemscringe #tw r/systemscringe mention #anti-endo-haven-vent #anti-endo-haven-vents

[acidic-soulzv9]

🥀Hiii I'm acidic-soulz🥀

I'm 21 and use they/them pronouns

This is my 9th account since tblr likes to t-word me so much 😅

I love listening to music, reading, art, nature and a bunch of other things lol

I have 4 rats 🐀 and 1 cat 🐈 that I love to pieces

I'm also a 🔮🧿🌙 and a 🌬️🍃🪨

iykyk

I have been struggling with 4n4 since I was about 10 years old and am just here to vent my struggles

(I also struggle with C-PTSD, BPD, POTs, generalized anxiety disorder and a few other things)

🚫MINORS DNI🚫

-I'm sorry but I will block you if you are a minor-

IF YOU ARE IN RECOVERY OR EVEN CONSIDERING IT THIS ACCOUNT ISNT FOR YOU.

I don't want to enable anyone. Especially Minors, people who are looking to better themselves/recover, or even those who are just discovering these platforms.

My DMs and Asks are always open so feel free to reach out!

If we were moots before please follow so I can find you!

That being said, this IS an 3d vent blog and potentially triggering things WILL BE posted so this is your TW and opportunity to scroll away

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Stats posted below 🫶🫶🫶

Stats 🚫🕯️⭐

🦋 SW: 131

🦋 HW: 210 ( bc fuckin psych meds💀)

🦋 CW: 108

🦋 LW: 107

🦋 BMI: 18.5

🦋 Height: 5'4

Goals 🚫⭐🕯️

( updated bc of CW! )

🔒 GW1: 105

🔒 GW2: 100

🔒 GW3: 95

🔒 GW4: 90

⭐ UGW: 82

#@na vent #@nor3×14 #@nor3xia #@tw edd #4norexla #4n4blr #disordered eating in tags #ana blr #ed nonsense #⭐️ve #⭐️rving #star ⭐️ #⭐️vation goals #💡as a 🪶 #🕯️as a feather #🚫🍴 #🦋diary #4n4rexia #thinspø #th!n$piration #ana moots #@na motivation #ed not ed sherren #tw 3d vent #low cal restriction #ed not sheeran