#whth

[soft-persephone]

One of the better, but super niche and not important, parts of the podcast we’re here to help is seeing Jake Johnson get one new shirt every so often. Ft his one black sweatshirt that has never gone away.

[ladygreige]

We're here to help has had so much ass content that it's starting to become it's THING

[mamas-pup]

Ugghh. Butchfemme scissoring but the butch is on t n keeps trying to fuck her and getting frustrated that they're not big enough.. just rutting against her cunt all messily needy for more. Butch who's humping into her girl mumbling about how she's gonna get knocked up when they're done with her.

[endykelopaedia]

whatever i might be AuDHD actually WHAAAAATEVERRRRRRRR

[hanselsbike]

k so shutbton of self insert art +Kurakai :3

Can you tell I love mt self inserr... a vit much 😼😼

[planet4546b]

literal LAST SECOND possible craziest franziska development in the world. FRANZISKAAAAAAAAASSAS

[hagbrigade]

nct is soooooo over

[silly-bus]

I think I'm going to block all minors who follow me after this point ITS NOT PERSONAL I PROMISE

[seafoamikey]

I really want a banana rn

[epicthemutual]

Drinking game called the Drink of Theseus where you have your favorite drink (and the recipe written next to you) and every time x condition is met you take a shot, and your friends change the recipe by one ingredient. And then at the end you have to make and drink your drink for the duration of the next round (for example, small drinks for episodes of Dungeon Meshi.

[ladygreige]

Look if you listen to this fucking episode I promise you that you will not know where it is fucking going. You are not prepared. I love Jake and Gareth's new podcast and it needs to blow the fuck up RN because if this is episode four???? Then I am GLEEFULLY awaiting what comes next...

[origamibears]

so none of us have left the desert huh??

divorce arc is STRONG this session

[vicolette]

do you write for jamal musiala?

If so, can you write that the reader is taking care of him after his serious injury against PSG?����🏼

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐍𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 !

– Warnings : English isn’t my first language, uses of y/n, mentions of injury, not proofread.

"I hate this."

That one statement has been repeated for the seventh time in two minutes, which was a new record, even if the both of you didn't speak any further. Your hand was on top of his as you just barely managed to stay conscious, having already pulled three sleepless nights in order to stay with him.

Jamal stared at his ankle for longer than necessary, or maybe it was necessary. Maybe, if he stared long enough, the pain would go away and his ankle would heal within a blink of an eye.

But it didn't, no matter how long he tried to stare at it. At some point, he could feel his eyes hurt and tears brim in the corner of his eyelids, and Jamal looked away.

"The surgery was successful." After an incredibly long while of silence, you spoke up in an attempt to assure him, to tell him that he would soon enough stand on a football field again, dribbling past defenders and score bangers of goals to celebrate victory.

However, Jamal had to wait long enough for him to already feel homesick, throwing his head back as he stared at the plain white ceiling in boredom. Or horror, he didn't know what he was currently experiencing.

Maybe it was boredom, since he couldn't recover within a matter of seconds and instead has to lay like a dead corpse, the white walls of a hospital room being his only source to have an even more eery feeling of the space.

Jamal had been here once, in a hospital room. Multiple times, actually. When his two siblings were born, he felt happy yet also responsible over them. When his father somehow broke his arm and he didn't want to leave his side alone, he was too young to really understand what he was feeling.

And now, Jamal was having the same thoughts again. However, he wasn't just a little five year old whth a too heavy school bag and no idea what was happening. He was an athlete, playing for one of the best football clubs in all of Europe and in the world. He was as responsible for his siblings as he was for his injuries.

And yet, you came out of the blue and carried his worries with you on your shoulders – attending every single game of his, taking care of his little brother when he was too tired, playing dolls with his sister when they argued over silly things like siblings.

But now, you were here with Jamal, this time making sure that he was fed probably and still had a little bit of hope inside of you. Your eyelids were growing heavier, yet as you forcefully stayed awake and noticed how his gaze was on your face, you gave him a weak smile and leaned closer, raising his hand to plant a kiss on the back of his hand.

"It'll be fine." Once your voice, once angelic yet now hoarse from the lack of sleep, reached his ears, Jamal instinctively moved a tiny bit to get closer. It was like just your presence alone could make his heart melt, yet force him to move closer in order to breathe. "You will be fine. Rest."

"You, rest." He argued back and, for the first time in a long while, did he see you being caught off guard, only to then laugh it off.

Just then, a knock was audible and the door was opened by a doctor, who held a clipboard up to his chest. One look at you, and he immediately softened. The visitor was still here.

"Should I go?" It took a while for the doctor to answer, before a yell came from a nurse outside the room and in the hallway. He seemed genuinely surprised, looking back at his patient.

"Are you experiencing any pain at the moment?" In an instant, Jamal shook his head and continued to hold eye contact, even though he took a quick peek at you to see what your thoughts were. "I must go. If anything is wrong, you know what to do." And off he went.

"Finally..." He rolled his eyes as Jamal stared at the now closed door, not knowing what to do now. All of a sudden, his stomach grumbled, which signaled you to start giving him some soup, that was probably already warm. Or cold. "He's always here."

"Well, yeah. He's your doctor." You mumbled as a reply, but he didn't fight it. Instead, Jamal just leaned against the headboard and let you feed him, although he was capable of doing so himself. After all, his ankle was broken, not his arms.

However, it seemed like your hands were magic to him, practically warming the lukewarm soup up and feeding it to him. He remembered when you had first done it, somewhere in winter while Jamal had fallen ill from the cold, and he hoped that this wouldn't be the last time.

"But... I want you here."

His words made you stop moving, the spoon halfway into his mouth as he closed it and swallowed the liquid with a satisfied grin. "What? I'm telling you the truth!"

Silence stretched over as you scoffed at your boyfriend, shaking your head in disbelief, but you couldn’t hide the smile on your face. You were glad that Jamal was joking around with you, even if it meant him teasing you.

"Oh, please. Just eat."

– A/N : I SAW ITmy babyybyvy☹☹☹☹ first time writing for a non Barca player lowkey nervous.....

[pearlescentparade]

btw i hung out whth my friends at the mall today and LOOK AT THESE EARRINGS. AW HELL NAW THEY KILLED SUBSPACE T MINE !!! 😢😢 IS IT WORTH IT /ref

ofc i got them hehe

shoutout to my friends who had to withstand hearing me geek out over these saying "dude. dude ut It literally looks like Subspace Phighting like ghats literally his lower set of horns Guys Guys Its Subshit Subfart Phightjng subpace T Mine"

[vole-mon-amour]

not to get overly personal on main, but I think because I had a horrible experience with men (and one dude in particular when I was a teen) that left me with life lasting trauma, I feel especially good about Halsin and his personality. I feel unsafe and anxious when men, mostly cis men, talk romance whth me, especially when I'm not interested (I'm paralyzed and panicking), and I think with Halsin it wouldn't be an issue, even irl. he's so understanding, so gentle, so respectful, so calm, so non judgy.

I know he's a fictional character, but the way he's been written? and his own experience and trauma? "ohh, he's ugly, boring, old, too big." you guys don't understand. he's wonderful. aside from his love for kids (and maybe his love for mead), he's perfect for me.

I am also afraid of drunk people and can't stand any alcohol's smell, and Halsin loves to drink, but I think he'd be understanding of that, too? he'd do everything in his power to make his ftiends/partner feel safe with him and take things slowly if needed? he'd check with his partner if what he's doing is alright.

plus, it's implied that Halsin has an eating disorder/can't really control himself sometimes with food/drinks, and that I totally understand. I can't say I'd feel totally safe if he was drunk—not because of him, he seems perfectly sweet and harmless even when drunk, but because of my own issues and trauma with alcohol. and yet, I'd trust him, just like I'd trust my drunk friend not to do anything that would freak me out. it would make me uncomfortable, but logically I'd understand that there's no harm in that.

and while I'm on that topic, Astarion, with his own sexual trauma, is so relatable. though his silly flirtatious nature would probably get to my head, he's figuring things out as he goes & having a friend that genuinely cares for him without wanting to fuck him is also something new for him. plus, Neil himself said about that with Astarion.

this is mostly about Halsin 'cause it's him who makes me think romantic and sexual stuff, and how my trauma works with that, but I'm so glad those two characters exist. even as words and pixels on a screen.

[crimeronan]

here's the thing, also. which might add to the experience.

my dad is FROM QUEBEC.

i have BEEN TO QUEBEC.

his FIRST LANGUAGE IS FRENCH.

I.... KNOW..... WHERE QUEBEC IS......?

last night's dream rearranged the geography of canada. we needed to get away from a tsunami and my mom was like "we have to go to quebec" (?) and i, with complete confidence, was like "absolutely not. quebec is the northernmost (?) point on the west coast (??) and is the closest city (???) to the south pole (????). i am NOT going there to escape the tsunami i'd rather DIE"

now if you know anything about the geography of canada. you will be aware that. literally nothing in that sentence was true.

also. canada is not near the south pole.