#IM JSJT

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[naupactus]

gay people in here i have a moral problem and need your opinion. theres a friend of a friend i hang out w sometimes that im insanely attracted to for some reason and shes very. physical. and she has a BOYFRIEND and i ALSO DO (its talked out dw) so it's very definitely not going anywhere and i'm just going to pretend i like her as a friend. BUT. i feel like a creep because i still want to hang out w her bc i think shes hot. but im not doing anything. but im enjoying it

So my queation because some of you have probably been in a similar situation is is this bad and i should distnace or is this okay .

[fagrackham]

there’s an island nestled in the sound + lapping currents lay your boat aground if u even care

[rameen-ye]

I am NOT saying that I know better than the doctor.

All I'm saying is that the doctor knows the human body, I just happened to know my body a lil better than the doctor.

[aritamargarita]

im so behind on asks i promise im not ignoring you if i did not post yours yet

[rebelhub]

// mobile tumblr live button jumpscare

[gallivich]

16 jan

2025 #3

hai tumblr lucky number 3 (or maybe thats 7 BUT ILL GET BACK TO U ON DAY 7)!!! School decent now im out the shower with my fingernails about to fuckign fall off ok.

Omg whats so fucking crazy is the dsmp drama atm wdym back in like 2020 i was watvhing them all be friends laughing together and now THIS is happebing. Likeee what. Im so fucking full up coz i ate a small meal like 5 hours but i ksut want mozzarella sticks SO BADwell. Technically called halloumi fries but taht just sounds gross af . Anyway. School. These fuckass boys keep saying i have a big nose LIKE I DONT ALREADY FUCJING KNOW but its so embarrasing coz theyll say it and no one even notices them like ur looking a little desperate. But like its kinda my first experience ever with first hand bullying and im js thinking like this is no fun at all tbh. I JUST FEEL SO LONELY ALL THE TIME IM ACTUALLY DONE lowkey consider offing myself often solely because of my lack of friends. Like thats js not thr wwy to live is it. But then it all goes away whn im back at school so im just waitng. OOHHHBFUCK NO ITS FRIDAY!!! i just like wednesdays and thursdays NO GEOGRAPHY!!!!! I fucking hate geographys nd im terrified of my fucking bitchass geography tracher god shes so fuckijg rude. Okmore about my day:::

In drama my ljke bff (in myclass afleast) didnt wanna talk to me or snyrhjng and i was just ljek. Oh. Even tho we're the closest to eachtoehr in the class and i jsut dont see why not so i ahd to pair with people who are like bffs w eschtojer and i jsut so wasnt feleing it. And then the meanest girl in my class was crying all day and im jsjt sorta like ca n someone get. Her emotional support like it ruins the vibe so bsd. Had a maths test and couldnt answer a single question and lunch was awkward af but i saw my crush alot so idm so mich AND LIKE NOW THAT I LOOK BACK ON THE DAY LJTERALLT NOTJING HAPPENED

Then i went to chemist and boight mabelline like magic stick or whatever tf they call it but it was lokwey in thr weong shade and makes me look like a ghost BUT I THINK I CAN MAKE IT WOrk. Im not wasting 10 fuckign quid no way like that shits expensive AND AFTER MONTHHSS OF WANTING I FOIND BURTS BEES POMEGRANATE LIPBALM. Lowkey shit doesnteven smell very good or tint lips and it made stupid alarm go off snd it scared me so bad what if they think i stole it and thry track me down. Abyway! Im just so out of it today bothing good happened nad im bored and im not excited tor tomorrow but im kinda excited actually because i can yap to friend in biologyfor 2 periods straight and theres a lockdown happening mid geography SO LIKE BASICALLY NO GEOGRAPHY IF U THINK HARD ENOUGH ABOUT IT. I fucking despise geography. YAAAYYY. I feel bad because its almost my dads birthday next friday AND I HAVE NO HFUFKING CLUE WHWY TO GET HIM and my mums lowkey acting psycho af like chronically ill i lowkey in my heart beloeve shes got bipolar like actually no joke i see it in her eyes (joke) but not a joke coz i think she does

The second hand embarrasment when i was scrolling on tiktok with ym friend ya and her "secret" account whereshe posts like intense vents on comes up on my fyp while shes watching LIKE THAS SO EMBARRASING FOR HER ABUT I SCROLELD PASTVSO IT WASNT LIKE A BIGDEAL idk ok i just booked to tommy innit he said give me a goddamn minute i saidbitch pass me the blubt icnalled for the dick not s hfkcjng man hunt!

Today im enjyong mozzarella sticks, glee, sinjin, spice and everything nice, FUCK IDK!!!!!!! Ok idk what to go watch i judt wnana sleep but i haent done ANYTHIGN today so i feelim wasting th eday away

Today im hating being full, my face, homework, smelling bad, anxiety snd everythingelse bad sorry for sad quinn gif theres no normal quinngifs and lwokey mood. Relishing in the fact ive only cried once thebwhole year. Man im winning(not oncluding lowkey tearing up sniffles DOESNT FUCKING COUNT)

lover, you shouldve come over - jeff buckley

[samipekoe]

gof ur takeru art rerourted my brain a bit. harhar also I UNDERSTAND U ON THE AO3 BIT LJKE... FUCK!!!!!!

its so good though , ur art... so amazing AND I CANT BELIEVE U LIKE FATE AND LIKE DUNMESHI AND SPLATOON JSJT LOKE ME... THATS FUCKIGNCRAZY!!!!!! ok. im normal now. but its sooooo good its so good

you have amazing taste I must say... thank you!!!

[mojoomojojo]

after all, good boys leak and hump and soak towels, but they try so so so hard not to 🤍💦

and you're a good boy for trying! And I want you to say it while you struggle to hold it all back 🤍💦

im im im im im im im g i cant i just i cant i jsjt i yes omay thanj you i just

[ghostfishk]

i was talking to E about everything that happened on friday. and they said the more i tell about C the more she also thinks he might not be as straight as i thought/thinks he might like me back. and im lowkey spiraling because of it.

i also went to K8s on sunday and when i told her about him lowkey making an effort to come talk to me she made a face, and said something but the tone was like. made me feel like i was missing something. like i just said something that so obviously meant something that now im kinda losing my minds

i get in and it’s supposed to be me and O closing. E had been in nyc for a few days at that point. Cl and J weren’t closing-closing but were out at 8-830. around 30 minutes before she was supposed to come in O called off. meaning i was going to be alone after 830. g r e a t. i was lowkey losing my mind while folding when APK came up to me, he started small talk, asked how i was and i was jsjt so frustrated that i told him everything before i could even think. it was kind awkward and i feel bad. then i get called back to the fitting room. i go back there and on my way C starts walking by, me and APK start walking with him, and we make jokes about us following him, blah blah. i kinda rant to him about how i get to close alone and how im lowkey dreading it. and he doesn’t really respond. and i kinda got in my head a bit about being stupid and annoying lolol. cut to around 730. Cl and Ju call me back to the fitting room. they’re kinda bickering, and while we’re talking TLK comes back, and almost immediately C walks by and stops to chat with us. me and him are like right next to eachother just watching Cl and Ju sort of argue, when C looks at TLK if style needs any help after they leave. he hesitatingly says no, saying that C needs to get his zones done and blah blah.

i figured that was that, i’d close alone and i’ll just cope.

830 rolls around and after ju walkies that she’s leaving for the night i go back to the fitting room to assess what im dealing with. not even a full 10 minutes and guess who comes back? fucking C. i ask him what he’s doing back there and he says he’s gonna help me.

he abandoned his zones. didn’t ask TLK. just decided to do style instead. and like he can get away with it cuz he’s been working there for 5 years. and it was really nice.

we talked a lot. i was actually able to ask him questions and we joked around and i taught him things.

at one point he held up some flowey women’s shorts and said “these shorts are nonbinary!” and i chuckle, and he immidiatly gets all quiet and goes “..can i say that?” i’m all smiley and i say “well, it made me laugh so yea it’s fine :)” and he smiled and it was so cute

a little later he asks me if i listen to ed sheeran, i say no and he nods and says “good. if you did i think id have to unfriend you”. that has stuck in my head in such an odd way. wdym you consider me a friend?? we don’t talk outside of work and im like borderline obsessed with you.

and then we pushed out a Z rack. and it was so funny seeing him try to figure stuff out and just straight up refuse my help. there was so many times where he called me over, just to immediately go “nono wait i got this” and then he started making that stupid rock face when looking for something in the toddler section. it was so dumb but so cute.

we were pushing some girls clothes when suddenly he looks at me and loudly goes “K- ARE YOU A MAN OF GOD?” we both start laughing so hard because it truly caught me so off guard. we back and forth about it a bit while we’re pushing mens. i learn he’s also not religious (aka i asked him if he’s a man of god and he just laughed and said no). and the N comes over and C tells him that I asked him if he was a man of god. i was like kinda mentally clocked out of the conversation just smiling and nodding. happy to be there, when N looks at me and goes “well why’d you ask him that” it takes me a second to figure out what was going on. how dare he. apparently he asked because he saw some mormon missionaries earlier that day. C talks to N a bit more about style and how he’s actually having fun, and then we go back to the fitting room.

by this point TLK walks over to see how style is doing and finds C back there. he doesn’t give him a lot of shit, he just seemed more excused and ready to leave rather than care. a little later we take stuff to the back, we do the style out of stocks, and then we head upfront. after close C goes “HEY TLK IS STYLE GOOD TO GO”

it was nice. it was such a nice close. i didn’t wanna kms and i got to talk more to him.

he closes friday and saturday this week and im so excited to see him. lowkey thinking about picking up a shift thursday night if they let me both for more money and so maybe see him 3 days.

who knows i’ll probably lose my mind on here on like sunday unless something happens !!

3/4/25

[ohthisisnotsillyanymore]

I'm out wiht my mom i can't have sonr time alone i jsjt. I need to pretend im not sjakingkdjdjf

[v1trum]

Im in literal tears and idk why i jsjt LOVE THEM SO MCUH

[silliestredavatar]

im done. the arc's done for a while. i'm so fucjing tired o this shti man i've lost so much recently im fucjking falling apart i jut want to be silly for a bit with you guys im so fuckiggn tired "oh but what abt all the effort?" id rather not kill myself trying to stay up and come up with ideas every night "what abt the fans?" you guys can see other content on here js please im so tired pleae. im jsjt so ti.red im so fuckjign done

[tiptapricot]

DUDE HOLY SHIT OHHHHHHHH MY GOD I UMMMMM IHHGGHHHH IM HONNA EXPLOOOOOOOOODE THIS IS SO SWEET AND BEAUTIFUL AND YOUVE CAPTURED THEM IN A WAY THAT IMMM IM JUSY IIKMMNHHHJJJGVVBBB OHHHHHH MY GOD??????? THIS IS LEGIT LIKE ONE OF THE SWEETEST THINGS IVE EVER RECIEVED N THE WAY YOUVE SHAPED THEIR INTERACTIONS AND TACTILITY AND LIKE AND LIKE AND THE WARMTH OF THE TWO LIGHTS IN THE DARK AND AND!!!!

Ok ok coming out of caps for better thoughts AUGH ok so just the quiet tending of Romero’s garden in the dark and the focus he has on each movement, and then Antez’s sweet and slow and dreamy presence slipping in I lovE how you’d describe hymn so otherworldly and capturing and the way hiss face slowly splits and revolves and expands like some universe of stars like I TRULY CANNOT EXPRESS HOW LIKE absolutely bang on this is and and AUGH THE WAY THE the way the flowers change Romero’s view when slotted in is such a heart twistingly loving and gorgeous way to put it and SO TRUE JUST AND JSJT!!! YEA HIS SILENCE WOULD CLING LIKE THAT ANTEZ WOULD GET HIM THAT WAY AND THE FLOWER BEING LOOKED AT BY HISS HEAD AND FINDING A CORE PIECE AND BURSTING AND JUSTBHOLY SHIT FUCK FUCK THIS IS RLY THEM AND JUST SO SWEET AND LOVELY AND WELL DONE AND!!!!!!!!!!!?!?!?!!??!

ALL OF THIS IS SO WONDERFUL I CANNOT EVENNNNNNJ DESCRIBE TYSM DUDE GRRAGGGHGGSGSGHHHHHH OSIJSHSBBBB MMMMMMMMMM AHHHHHHHHHHH

(IDs in ALT)

Congrats to @tiptapricot for reaching 1k followers!!!!!!!

This is a little entry for their create this in your style challenge, using some of their OCs!!! I fucking love this little dudes, so I was happy to take the chance to write a little something for em. I hope you like it, mikey, plz tell me what I got right or wrong lol. I hope this all isn't terribly out of character

Prompt: Small things make up love languages. Intent with care, wanting with direction, and sometimes even just a reminder that one party values the other. It’s not a science, really. Everyone is different.

Story under the cut-

The flowers brush up against Romero’s knees, whisper-thin petals tickling down his palm. They reach back to his outstretched hand with rough leaves that try and fail to snare onto the fabric of his gloves as he gently pushes them aside. Instead, Romero grabs the weeds, the weeds that have thrown themselves into the edges of his garden, that grab with sharp teeth coating their stalks onto the fabric of his gloves, and he pulls them from the ground. Their roots rain down soil, arcing through the air as Romero tosses them aside.

The glow of his pumpkin head diffuses gently on the rows of flowers, leaking out into the cold darkness of the night. It lights the way for Romero as he works, yanking more weeds from the ground, brushing back the soil where he disturbs it. Bugs, startled by the uprooting of the plants, skitter across his gloves, searching for a new refuge, and he leaves them to go about their business.

The door creaks open behind him, and Romero sits up, stretching out his tense shoulders and leaning his head back, tilting it up towards the stars. Powder blue clouds drift across the sky, lazy as everything else is in the night, covering the stars so they wink in and out of existence.

Antez melts onto him, sprawling hymnself over Romero’s lap, head falling languidly over his shoulder. It tips back, following his gaze to the stars.

“Were you waiting for me?”

“___ _____ _ __,” Romero says, in words that aren’t words, that only Antez can really understand.

Antez laughs, he laughs the sound of windchimes falling but never hitting the ground, the sound of glass un-shattering, the sound of flowers brushing up against palms, of a thousand other things Romero couldn’t name. “Well, I do appreciate it,” he murmurs, wrapping the stalk of a flower around hiss finger and pulling it from the ground. Romero watches as he gathers more, and begins braiding them, twining their stalks together with one hand.

“__ __ __ ____ __ ______.”

“Well…” Antez sighs, and he feels a little heavier, all of the sudden. “I had hoped to be but I… well I suppose I got carried away this time.” There is light leaking out from hiss face, a blue glow winding cracks all around hiss head. “I think I waited a bit too long.”

Romero knew that, of course. He knew from the tension held in Antez’s shoulders, from the tired eyes, from the dizzying spin of hiss light and halos when it was just the two of them. He knew, but he doesn’t say as much.

“_ __ _____ ___?” Romero asks, tilting his head to one side.

“Oh,” Antez says in almost a sigh. The cracks of light on hiss face widen, and he lets hymnself fall apart a little, facial features drifting away from each other. They hover only vaguely tethered, like they’re held together by bits of invisible string. “Very.”

“___.” Romero runs a hand down his husband’s hair, watching as Antez drifts apart from hymnself a little more, the puzzle pieces of hiss face just beginning to shift and turn. “__ ___ _ ___.”

Antez hums hiss agreement, and the sound trails up Romero's back like chills. “Come here,” Antez murmurs, and Romero tilts his head towards hymn questioningly. Antez gathers hiss flowers, stems braided together to make tiny clusters, and slots the miniature bouquets into Romero’s eye holes. He hums to hymnself as he works, rearranging the flowers, shifting Romero’s worldview with the careful movement of hiss long, slender fingers.

Romero sits still for hymn, content to watch the petals dancing in his vision, catching glimpses of Antez as hiss facial features continue to drift apart from each other, those tenuous strings being cut as they pull away to show the gleaming light inside. Its brilliant blue falls over Romero’s own gentle orange, shining over both of their hands, illuminating the eyes and halos and mouths that orbit in slow, winding trails around Antez’s head.

Antez lets hiss hands fall, one coming to rest on Romero’s thigh. Hiss mouths, spinning around hiss face, are all smiling warmly. “You look lovely.”

Romero nods his thanks, careful not to let the flowers fall. He reaches up, brushing his fingers against their petals. They sweep against the inside of his head.

Romero grabs a flower from the dirt, breaking it just before the roots. With one thumb, he pops its head off, lets the stem fall back to the ground. He offers it to Antez, who seems to understand, who always understands.

When the flower is tipped into the whirling space of Antez’s mind, there is a moment of careful suspension. The eyes and mouths and ears churning slowly through the air tilt towards it slightly, observing as it drifts closer to the light in the center, sinking down until its broken tip touches something, some physical presence in all that blue.

And it explodes.

Petals fly outwards, more than Romero thinks there should be, speckled with seeds that have begun to glow like the starry freckles that dot Antez’s face. The petals get caught up in the halos, the eyes, winding their own orbits through the madness. They are sprays of color, arcs of nature.

“_______.”

“Yes,” Antez agrees softly. Some of hiss eyes flutter close, and hiss head tilts back as he leans against Romero. Melts. Together, they look down at the flowers, up at the stars. “Beautiful.”

[otteryuri]

IM GOING TO FUCKING SCREAM IM GONNA CRY I CANNOT IM VIBING SO HARD RN GUYS I CANNOT I AN ECASTIC ALSO STILL WOOZY IS PLAYING AND THE AUDIO OF WONDERLAND ROUND THREE IN ANOTHER ROOM IS PLAYING AND IM VIBIN SO HARD RN.

[eunsangf]

hhhhh i hate this fuckgin house !!!!!!!!! i HATE this fuckign HOUSE !!!!