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oh darling girl i am ENAMORED by you!

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for all my charlie kelly lovers out there

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charlie day and his little face smush when he breaks 🥺

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hEY. uM???? PAUL AT THE OSCAR’S???? HELLO???? what the actual FUCK. 😀

(also lmao thank you to my lovely friend, @starshapedstickerss for sharing all of these with me literally none of this content belongs to me lmao I am merely an internet gremlin losing my mind over this)

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I suspect quite a few people on this site don’t realize they are struggling with the effects of chronic trauma. In particular I think more people need to learn about the symptoms of C-PTSD.

Distinct from general PTSD, Complex PTSD is caused by prolonged, recurring stress and trauma, often occurring in childhood & adolescence over an extended period of time. There are many risk factors, including: abusive/negligent caregivers, dysfunctional family life, untreated mental/chronic illness, and being the target of bullying/social alienation.

I’m not a mental health professional and I’m not qualified to diagnose anyone, I just remember a million watt light bulb going off in my head when I first learned about C-PTSD. It was a huge OH MY FUCKING WORD eureka moment for me—it explained all these problems I was confused and angry at myself for having. The symptoms that really stood out to me were:

Negative self-perception: deep-seated feelings of shame, guilt, worthlessness, helplessness, and stigma. Feeling like you are different from everyone else, like something is fundamentally ‘bad’ or ‘wrong’ with you.

Emotional avoidance of topics, people, relationships, activities, places, things etc that might cause uncomfortable emotions such as shame, fear, or sadness. Can lead to self-isolation.

Learned helplessness: a pervasive sense of powerlessness, often combined with feelings of desensitization, wherein you gradually stop trying to escape or prevent your own suffering, even when opportunities exist. May manifest as self-neglect or self-sabotage. (I remember watching myself make bad choices and neglect my responsibilities, and having no idea why I was doing it, or how to stop myself. Eventually I just stopped caring, which led to more self-neglect.)

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1. A Primer for the Small Weird Loves - Richard Siken / 2. The Crane Wife - CJ Hauser / 3. Automat - Edward Hopper / 4. Red Doc> - Anne Carson / 5. Melancholy - Edvard Munch / 6. The Village (2004) / 7. So We Must Meet Apart - Gabrielle Bates and Jennifer S. Cheng

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like mother, like son

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Can we take a moment to appreciate Paul Dano's long hair?

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i wanna support him and hug him and kiss him and bite him and suck him off

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Paul Dano>

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I wouldn't stop blushing myself if samu had to walk me home too, sigh

IT'S BEEN A WHILE I'VE FINALLY FINISHED A PIECE! I'm kinda exploring the shades still, how have you guys been🥺❤

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misbehaving;

synopsis you’ve long since known that you would mean nothing more to gojo satoru than just another lay, but this time, you’ve had enough.

genre smut, angst, modern au | gojo x reader, sukuna x reader

content warning explicit smut (mdni), name-calling, female reader, unprotected sex, unrequited love, more angst than smut really, not proofread

word count 1.5k

notes idk how this came about but i needed to try to get out of a slump, sorry if i’m a little rusty <3 likes & rbs always appreciated.

You’d rather be a little something, than nothing at all.

The party outside drones on, but it’s nothing more than mere background noise for the both of you. You’re sure Getou is going to kill the both of you for ruining his sheets, but right now, neither of you could care less.

“S-Sato—”

His quick hands shoot up to clamp over your mouth, grip impossibly firm around your cheeks, beautiful cerulean eyes emerge from behind his white tresses, looking down at you with a hint of a warning behind their unrelenting glare.

Yes, a simple warning you know all too well: Shut up, you’re about to ruin the illusion.

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when the twilight is gone, you come into my heart.

the kid x reader

summary: you get far more than you bargained for after agreeing to visit a long lost mysterious inmate at shawshank prisoner.

word count: 21.7k

a/n: well…. here’s this fucking monstrosity!!!! i can’t believe this thing got so long, whenever i thought i was getting ready to wrap it up, it’d stretch another thousand words. and that lead us to this a 21k story for this little niche. i know this isn’t a roman story like most of you have followed me for, but don’t worry, regular scheduled godfrey programming will resume soon! with all that being said, get comfy, grab some popcorn, and i hope you enjoy!! also, be gentle, i am very nervous to post this lol

It was a favor to Molly, who was doing a favor for an old friend. 

You didn’t think much of it, just sacrificing an afternoon to help out a friend. You weren’t in the market to be losing the few you had, so you were sure you would have agreed to any favor posed.

And Molly was a good friend, though maybe that was too generous of a word. Kind acquaintance? Somewhere in the ambiguity of sweet lonely regular and a real relationship? Whatever you called her, she understood you, and that could be comforting. She understood your intuitions. She understood that you had an aura that calmed, that picked up on hues and tinges in people that others couldn’t see. 

It wasn’t a curse like the endless babbling loop in her head, or even a gift at all. It was just a pull and a detachment you felt with people. A sense of peace that overcame someone in your presence, an unknown feature of yourself that compelled people to open up to you. Your mother was the same, as were most of the other women in her line. Long ago, it had been written off as witchcraft, then hysteria, then just typical female traits of sensitivity and maternal instinct. Now, it was nothing more than a party trick. You could tell your girlfriends when their dates were assholes and scumbags or tell them which ones would actually stay. 

“And she’s right every time!” they would boast to people, who would then dutifully stick their palms in your face, asking if they were going to come into wealth or love anytime soon. 

Depending on your mood, you’d either grab their hand and pretend to be tapping into some faux mystical part of yourself, one that could see into their future and their mind’s eye. Or you’d just laugh it off, take a drink and change the subject. Because you couldn’t see the future or read minds or sense impending doom. It wasn’t cool what you had, just boring little feelings. Thankfully, you hadn’t been to a party in a long time.

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My Top 20 Movies

i'm bored, so anyone out there that's also bored feel free to crucify me/make assumptions, it'll be fun ;) (anon welcome)

1. Stand by Me (1986)

2. Heathers (1989)

3. Dead Poets Society (1989)

4. Kingsman: The Secret Service (2014)

5. Zombieland (2009)

6. Baby Driver (2017)

7. Whiplash (2014)

8. Scott Pilgrim vs. The World (2010)

9. Ponyo (2008)

10. The Shawshank Redemption (1994)

11. The Kings of Summer (2013)

12. This is the End (2013)

13. Gridiron Gang (2006)

14. Catch Me If You Can (2002)

15. A Silent Voice (2016)

16. Superbad (2007)

17. Happy Gilmore (1996)

18. Billy Madison (1995)

19. Ferris Bueller's Day Off (1986)

20. Super 8 (2011)

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All the other frat boys' gfs are like "aww look at how sweet kita-san is to his girlfriend" while all the frat boys know JUST how sweet he is to you, mainly because they can hear it through the walls, yk?

heLP YES

warnings: 18+, minors dni, f!reader, voyeurism

“do you think he knows?”

“know about what?”

Osamu sends Atsumu a withering glare. “about the fact that we can hear him loud ‘n clear poundin’ his girl, dipshit.”

Aran stifles a grin at that, though he looks at the wall separating Atsumu and Osamu’s room from Kita’s with slight concern because he cares for Kita and would prefer not to hear the creaking of his best friend’s bed as he fucks his girlfriend. it’s intrusive. but there’s not really a choice, not when they can hear all your strained cries and bitten-off whimpers.

“he must be really good at it.” Atsumu muses, a little impressed when your voice breaks.

“fucks better than you, that’s for sure.”

“i’ll kill you ‘Samu, don’t think i won’t. Kita’s not here to stop me.”

the cards in each of the four men’s hands are forgotten, game abandoned as the sounds from the next room make it all too distracting to continue. they can’t really hear Kita’s voice, but they know he’s not an overly loud person, so it makes sense that his sounds would be only for you to hear. perhaps it’s for the best. the trauma from hearing his pleasure might be too much for the guys to bear.

“are you hard?”

“okay, see, i don’t need judgement from a scrub like you,” Atsumu shoots back, though his shoulders hunch slightly like that would help conceal the bulge in his pants.

“you’re fuckin’ hard.” Osamu stares down at the crotch of Atsumu’s pants in disbelief. “from listenin’ to our pres have sex?”

“no, not Kita! fuck, oh my god! she’s hot, okay?” Atsumu finally exclaims, throwing up his hands. “you’ve seen her, if she weren’t Kita’s, wouldn’t you think about chasin’ her?”

“no, because i have a girlfriend.”

“cop out,” Atsumu huffs. his brother does so like to remind him that he’s still single.

“fuck, Shinsuke!”

Aran buries his face in his hands. “i’m not gonna be able to look her in the eye.”

“excuse me,” Atsumu says stiffly, and gets up from the ground. he shuffles towards the door, doing a poor job of hiding his raging erection. Osamu rolls his eyes, all too aware of where his brother is heading and what he plans on doing. “i need to use the bathroom.”

“so do i.”

Atsumu blinks and looks over his shoulder before nodding in approval.

if nobody got me, he thinks, at least Suna got me.

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Whiplash

Dir. Damien Chazelle