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whats the point of hyperfixating on things u shouldnt

focusing on the least important thing like a calorie deficit

but its not your fault, maybe you grew up and your parents werent affectionate

but dont wear your time and energy on something that makes you not so delicate

look outside and realize that nature is therapy

nothing is definite

-nothing lasts forever

i have not posted anything in so longgg, i made a new poem and decided to see how it does on here as per usuallll 😛 i luv yall

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I AM LOSING IT‼️‼️

Familiar & Unfamiliar

din djarin x female!reader

warning: attempted sexual assault (not by our boy mando, and i don’t describe it in depth the furthest it goes is non-consensual kissing), light smut, angst then comfort, then fluff fluff fluff, identity theft, mentions of slave trade, canon violence, dom!din trying hard to be sub!din for you, he doesn’t succeed for long

word count: 4,174

Summary: You travel the galaxy with a Mandalorian who is much softer than his impenetrable beskar would lead others to believe. He leaves you with his son to search for a Quarry, but it’s not the Mando you’ve come to know and love who returns to you.

“It shouldn’t take long.” Mando hummed as he collected his gear from his weapon’s storage. You sat cross legged on the Razor Crest’s floor with the child in your lap. His small green hand played with the small, metal ball he seemed to always find. Your hand stroked his ears only stopping to push the ball away from his mouth when he began to try and chew on it. Mando turned around to stare down at you. “Will you be alright here?”

After traveling with the Mandalorian for the last two months, babysitting and completing repairs on the ship, you had finally grown accustomed to the silver beskar covered man. Initially it had been difficult for you to even look at the man for longer than a second⏤ too intimidated by the black t-shape visor that stared back at you. However, joining him had been your only option at the time, an act of self preservation, so you had to push your fear aside. Luckily, you had quickly learned that though the metal he was covered in was impossible to penetrate, the man underneath was as soft as they come.

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BEGGINGGGG AND PLEADINGGG

"Your face is so cute" okay fuck it then.

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drooling.

Andddd the Javier Peña saga continues 🤠

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that first girl he had a good time with was literally me ☺️😇

when are we going to discuss how sexy javier peña is please? it’s literally oozing out of that dude. the thick black hair, criminally beautiful brown eyes, curved nose, sultry porno moustache above his plump lips? the shoulder to waist ratio? that cigarette just dangling out of his mouth? gun in his waistband? the condoms that i know live in his wallet? the sweat dewing along his collarbones? those tight little shirts around his biceps? that smooth chest? that bulge in those fucking jeans with no panties? hello? can y’all hear me? is this thing on?

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its on the ceiling, the walls, the ground, my bed, its actually everywhere

the thing is

someone not only storyboarded this angle

but they pitched it to pedro

and pedro agreed

so

that person deserves a raise

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I have honestly lost some of my motivation to write ahs or evan peters fanfics, im starting to think i should write some Joel Miller, Tess Servopoulos, and maybe some Dina fanfics from tlou, so if you guys have any requests, please send them to me i plead, anywho ily bye :p

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I LOVE THEM SO MUCH ACTUALLY THEYRE SO CUTIE

Husband MATERIAL

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HFUESHAPUOGFHROEPWHGVE ACTUALLY FLIPPING OUT HOLY SHIT.

stay in / eat out

Pairing: Javier Pena x f!reader

Rating: Explicit. This blog and its contents are 18+. MDNI.

Word count: 620

Warnings: Allusions to smut (oral f! receiving), mentions of food, cigarette smoking, my spelling and grammar, no use of y/n.

A/N: This is an entry for #happypedrohours. I was given the choices of Javi P and various cured meats. Thanks to the lovely people over @happypedrohours for giving me a non dairy element and for organising and sorry for being late! (Did I do this right? I'm not sure!)

The flame flickers before it catches on the tip of his cigarette. Javi reclines back into the plush cushions and takes a deep drag from the filter between his lips and as he does, you're putting all the faith you have in your legs to stand up after he reduced them to jelly.

Slowly, you rise and pull the blanket from the back of the couch and wrap it around your tingling, naked body like a make shift dress and head to the kitchen. The tile under your feet is cool against your heated skin as you leave him to come down and steady his own ragged breathing.

You start to rifle through his cupboards for the makings of a meal. They’re unorganized - mugs stashed where glasses should be and some cleaning products have somehow found their way into the spaces meant for tins and packets of food.

The two of you should be at a restaurant, probably in the middle of a second course by now. But when you turned up at his doorstep, he could barely contain himself before he was pulling you inside and eagerly tearing the clothes away from your body. He couldn’t even wait long enough to lead you to his bedroom.

You couldn’t find it in yourself to argue, not with the way he left your legs quivering and his name rolling off your tongue with every rock of his hips into you. Despite the way he set your senses ablaze, you’re still starving.

You try the fridge next, hoping you might find something, anything, that will settle your rumbling stomach. Its shelves are nearly empty too, save for a few lonely bottles of beer and the leftovers you brought him last week.

In the middle of your search, the kitchen light flicks on above and Javi pads towards you, his jeans slung low on his hips with the fly still undone and locks of hair sticking to his forehead. His hand lands on the small of your back as you reach into the back of the fridge and pull out an unopened pack of cured meats and close the door. It’s hardly gourmet but it’s better than nothing and thankfully it’s still in date.

He takes the plastic packaging from your hands and places it on the counter beside you. Your arms instinctively drape themselves around his bare shoulders as he presses his body into yours. The heat from his tanned skin transfers into your and it gathers between you. A hunger of his own settles in his eyes under the dim light overhead.

“You know, Javi,” you tease, “You should really eat more,” you tell him as he dips his head, his lips brushing over your neck, beginning to plant a trail of hot kisses into your skin and your fingers tangle themselves into his messy hair.

“Sí, hermosa,” he murmurs into the curve of your shoulder, fingers tugging at where you tied the blanket until it falls to the floor, pooling at your feet.

Your hands grip onto the kitchen counter as his mouth explores lower, plump lips sucking and nipping across your bare chest and the soft swell of your breasts. A fresh wave of desire begins to pool low in your belly with every graze of his teeth and scratch of his mustache against your sensitive skin.

Under heavy lids, you watch as he drops to his knees. Gently, he coaxes one of your thighs over his shoulder, his eyes flicking up to meet yours from between your legs. They’re dark and teeming with promise. The heat of his breath pours over your core, setting your pulse racing for the second time this evening.

A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth and he licks his lips before he husks, "I agree."

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I still remember when those strong arms wrapped around me and i wasn't urgent to move away

They feel like restraints attempting to pull me down with them like chains all cold and grey

I yearn for that urge to open my arms and allow them to take me to a place where affection is what im gave and not only what i crave

Instead i find myself trapped in those cold chains so cold it feels like fire, wandering around aimlessly like its an endless cave

No matter how hard i fumble with the chains the coldness is piercing, i get one part off only for another to hug itself around me

I cant help but lean into the coldness, rather feeling the cold truth instead of warm lies trying to nuzzle inside my brain where they should be

I can feel the warmth seeping in, trying to melt the chains but i cover all the cracks letting it in

Id rather stay in my own comfort, than let his touch sink into my skin

-warm lies and cold truths

Idk how to feel abt this poem sigh😣 idek anymore but anywhoo im jst feeling a tad silly willy today😋

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I dont recognize that shadow of a person i used to love

Hes stuck in that old house with younger me as innocent as a dove

I dont want to recognize that shadow when all i hear are harsh words a person shouldnt even think

That sweet soft tone turned sour and harsh before my big green eyes could even blink

Everytime i hear that harsh tone i get filled with trepidation wondering whats happening next constantly

At least that poor baby had an apology

The warmth of the sun was taken away, replaced by the coldness of the moon

"It'll be okay, im right here" id say, wiping her tears of existence and hold her close humming a soft tune

She wants to climb onto his lap and have him cradle her till she sleeps in the comfort she once knew

"What happened to my sweet little girl?"

you couldnt accept the fact that,

she grew

- his girl

Okay erm, i made a poem and idk if its good or not n i have nothin better to do than to jst post it on here n call it a day😋👍

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Sobs i need them🙏

In another universe, I have every Violet Harmon exact <3

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literally i would befriend her so fast💀🙏

she would understand me

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Would actually sob hysterically

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its a genuine struggle 💀

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Hi!! Can I please request an angst fic about Kit Walker and a female reader, with both being patients in Briarcliff? Specific plot entirely up to ur imagination. Tysm 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Yes i love this idea so much thank you for requesting my love mwahhh🫶 also sincere apologies i have not been active at all😰

Also warnings: mentions of racism, physical altercation, mentions of murder, punishment by cane, and mentions of attempted sewerside as well as SH 🙀

You and kit both got sent to the asylum but kit ends up getting into an altercation and you take the blame, making him feel bad and you both eventually end up telling each other what happened to get into the asylum

Innocent (kit kit bo bit banananana fo fit fe fi mo mit kit)

Kit groans as water is thrown at his naked body harshly he finally gets 'clothes' to put on and he gets sent to the common room an angry and confused look on his face i watch as he walks past everyone there seems like theres something different in him but i cant put my finger on it, i watch as he looks around the room unsure and confused, i watch his every move, wondering if i should try to talk to him or help him

He aimlessly wanders around the room he walks over to the record player and i notice hes about to turn the song off, i take one last hit of the cigarette bud in between my fingers before pressing the red hot bud into a tray the smoke burning out, i stand up and walk over to him, gently grabbing his arm, he turns to me quickly, looking confused at me

"come over here, you don't wanna turn that song off" i say, gesturing over to the couch i was sitting on, he hesitantly walks over to me, unsure if he should trust me, i sigh and sit on the couch, he sits down next to me "you're new here right?" I ask turning to him and he nods "yeah, i am" he says and i nod, "you don't seem to be out of it or anything, why'd they throw you in here?" I ask, my curiosity getting the best of me "its... a long story.." i nod, not wanting to pry

"well be careful, that song stays on for as long as me and you are here, they'll go crazy without it, trust me ive learned all the rules the hard way, and sister jude doesn't mess around about anything, you'll be lucky if you walk out her office with only 5 wounds, getting the cane is not enjoyable unless youre into that sorta thing, i dont judge" i say, trying to lighten the mood a bit as well and see if i should befriend him or if hes actually crazy like the rest of the people in here, a slight small smile appears on the corner of his mouth but quickly vanishes "ill make sure to keep that in mind" he says, starting to slightly want to continue talking to me

A small smile comes onto my face but it goes away as soon as it came "good, if you have any questions just ask me alright?" I assure and he gives a small nod slightly unsure if he should trust me "also, before i forget, im y/n" i introduce myself and he nods "kit" he adds and i nod testing his name out on my tongue "kit... is it short for something?" he nods "yeah, maybe ill tell you in the future what its short for" he says and i slightly snarl playfully "oh so you're a tease?" I add and i see the corner of his mouth lift again "maybe"

i sigh and lean back in my seat, playfully rolling my eyes "then lets see how this plays out kitty" i call him a silly nickname i made up on spot and his lip tilts slightly more up "you're right, lets see" he sits back in his chair, maybe this won't be as bad as i thought...

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Kits been in the asylum for about a week or two and we've actually gotten closer which is surprising, i sit on the couch in the main room and kit walks over to sit next to me, just as kit is about to talk to me about something a big guy comes over and stands in front of us "arent you bloody face?" he snarls at kit and he quickly catches my attention, bloody face? "You dont know what you're talking about" kit snarls

"i heard you killed women yeah? and the last one was your wife, heard she was a colored woman, you couldn't handle the fact that people wouldnt accept you guys right? you hated the fact you were with a colored woman?" he tempts and kit quickly stands up and shoves the man, the man smirks and lifts his fist back before his fist collides with kits nose

I quickly rush over, grabbing the guy by the hair and attempting to pull him away making him wince and grab my wrist tightly, he twists my wrist and i wince out, quickly kicking him in the balls causing him to groan and bend over his legs pressed tightly together groans of pain escaping him, i turn to kit and quickly rush over to him attempting to clean the blood dripping from his nose when the doors open and sister jude comes walking in with some guards

i try to get kit from off the floor to act normal but its no use, the guards come over and detain all three of us, harshly grabbing our arms and wrists as they guide us to sister judes office, i know whats coming and i try to mentally prepare myself

We walk into the office and sister jude glares at us "what happened in there?" she snarls and kit tries to explain himself "that guy in there started it, he was tempting me" kit explains and she scoffs "no wonder you sinners get tempted so easily for too many things" she snarls and walks over to her case opening it, revealing her canes, she runs her fingers over the canes before picking one up, its a longer one with some leather on the handle "15 each." She says sternly and my eyes widen

She grabs kit and bends him over the desk, the back of his gown opens slightly revealing his ass, i watch as she lifts the cane and is about to swing it when i stop her "wait! no, its was all me, i tempted him, kit just got in the way, i swear!" I plead, taking the blame, i watch as she grabs kit and he stands up, he looks at me with an unexplainable look, one thats almost a mixture of confused and the opposite of relief and almost disbelief

Kit gets taken out of the room, looking at me with a pleading look, its not another moment until i find my face getting pressed against the desk, my dress getting pulled up to reveal my ass instead this time, til i feel a sharp sting on my ass, i wince out and another gets placed making me wince and grip the desk, another gets placed and more groans and winces escape me as i dig my nails into the wood and its not long till i take all 30 hits

Eventually i get thrown back out into the common room, my eyes seem slightly puffy and i walk over to kit, i go to sit down but wince when my bottom hits the seat, he looks at me with guilt and almost relief now "holy shit, y/n are you okay?" He asks and i nod "im fine, i swear" i half lie, and he places a hand on my shoulder and i meet his gaze "im so fucking sorry, you shouldnt have taken the blame, you should've let me, fuck im so sorry y/n" he apologizes and my gaze softens, i gently cup his cheek with one of my hands "im fine kitty, i promise." I reassure and he nods softly, his eyes soft like ive never seen before

"did you only get 15?" He asks and i shake my head "15 twice, so 30" i say and his eyes widen "fuck, no y/n theres no way you're possibly okay" he says and my thumb gently rubs against his cheek "i promise i am kitty, its not the first time ive gotten the cane okay?" He nods hesitantly before unexpectedly hugging me out of nowhere, i hesitate for a moment before hugging him back for a moment

I finally let go and sigh softly "it'll be okay kitty" i whisper and he nods "ill take your word.." he whispers and i feel something i havent in a while when i look into his eyes, but i quickly look away remembering what that guy said "uhm, was what that guy said true?" I ask softly and kit sighs slightly stressed

"no, i swear, ill tell you but you have to promise not to hate me or think im crazy after" he pleads and i nod, what could be so bad? "Okay, i promise kitty" he nods and hesitates for a moment before speaking "the night everything happened i was having a normal day, i was working at my gas station and dealing with assholes, i went home to my wife after getting fucked around with by my 'friend' and some of his pals, me and her were together until she went to go finish dinner for me and thats when i saw lights coming through the window" he says and my head tilts "lights?"

He nods "i thought it was my friend and his pals again, but it wasnt till i found myself getting thrown against the ceiling with everything else in my house, everything fell including me and i saw a big light, they took me, i dont know where or what they were, but i know that they werent human, they did something, I'm not sure what, i- i dont know what happened, next thing i know i find myself getting accused for murders i didnt and would never do, i would have never done that to my wife.." he finishes and im sat there half in shock

"i... actually believe you.." i whisper in disbelief and he looks at me in disbelief as well "you actually do?" I nod and he sighs in relief "i promise im not crazy, im gonna figure out what the fuck happened no matter what i have to do" he says and i nod "i-ill help." i blurt out without thinking and i see the corner of his mouth lift "really?" he asks and i nod "ill do anything to get the both of us out of here kit, i know we're both innocent.." he nods

"speaking of, what happened to get you in here?" he asks and i hesitate for a moment "u-uhm well, i guess it's only fair, but before i was admitted i had issues with anger issues and would snap at people without realizing causing people to dislike me, and i eventually got really depressed and my parents werent very good people, so one day when my parents werent home getting drunk after an argument i went into their room and grabbed pills from their restroom" i pause for a moment, a sigh escaping me as kit looks at me with sympathy

"i grabbed the pills and i took them all, i went to the kitchen and i was hurting myself and sobbing like an absolute mess, i still remember when the pills started to kick in and i started to regret it a lot, i could feel myself getting sick and my mouth drooling from the urge to throw up, i passed out on the floor and woke up with my parents above me, they said my mouth was starting to slightly foam and they took me to the hospital before sending me here because they couldnt and didnt want to handle me, i couldnt be trusted alone for really long time.." i finally finish talking, my gaze meets his and his eyes are filled with sympathy, he reaches out and grabs my hand catching me off guard

"you're doing great, im really proud of you for doing better now, despite the situation we're in" he admits and i feel something in my stomach, almost a fluttery feeling, are these...butterflies?

"t-thank you, kit.." i ask slightly in disbelief, used to getting called 'mental' or 'crazy' instead, he nods and gently squeezes my hand "i swear to do everything i can to help you and protect you y/n, i cant let myself let you get hurt" i look at him with soft eyes before abruptly hugging him once more, ive never felt like this towards someone, even outside the asylum

"dont worry y/n, we'll make it out of here together.." he reassures, "also, its kitson.." he says and i look at him confused "that's what kits short for, kitson.." he says and i find myself smiling slightly "cute name kitty.." maybe this wont be that bad...

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YIIPPPIIIEEEE I ACTUALLY MADE ANOTHER IMAGINE GUYS IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF anywhooo i hope u enjoy im really really sorry with how long i took i have not been motivated at all for like a year until recently 💀 i was goin through shit n wasnt doin good mentally but im all good now and i have a sweet loving girlfriend so life is good chat im actually very happy trust.

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So real chat

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