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“u attract what u fear” AAAAHHHHHHHH DICK GRAYSON
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Please do not tag me in any fic that contains an 'original character', OC, as the 'reader'.
I'm sure there are plenty of other people who are grateful for your work, but it is not for me.
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Taking anti-depressant pills?? Seeing a therapist??? Journaling???? No need babe, my fav writer just dropped another x reader fic.
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yeah golden retreiver boyfriends are great and I've met several personally, but personally I have a house cat boyfriend
extremely affectionate despite of seeming aloof and politely distant to unfamiliar people
my friends have seen him irl less than 5 times in the five years I've had him - if I invited people over he would hide under furniture until they're gone
haha you got up from your work desk, time for unskippable 35 minutes of kisses and cuddles
can and will throw up out of sheer anxiety because Things And Events Are Happening that do not even involve him in any way
can instinctively sense exactly when I am going to decide I'm done bedrotting and will climb on top of me to cuddle exactly 3 minutes before I was just about to get up
can be placed sideways on any soft surface at any time of the day and immediately takes a five hour nap
cannot eat or drink in unfamilair places. can and will go 16 hours without food or water if the situation is uncomfy.
unhelpful but valiant efforts to try to protect and rescue you from things and situations that he would personally hate being in, out of not understanding of Why Are You In There Voluntarily
will come show me incomprehensible memes the same way a cat will bring you a random bug. thank you. I do not understand it but I know you brought it to me because you love me.
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Your f/o pulls you close, their arms wrapping around you as if you were made to fit there. Their touch is gentle but sure, like they have been waiting forever just to hold you. They look at you as if you are the only thing in the world that matters, eyes full of warmth, admiration, and a love so deep it makes your chest ache in the sweetest way. When they whisper your name, it sounds like a promise, and when they kiss you, the whole world fades until there is only the two of you, wrapped up in something endless and breathtaking.
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stop earning advanced degrees i need you to finish your fanfiction
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I’m at the lowest point of my life rn (ao3 is down)
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I wish that, instead of reacting angrily or feeling attacked by the love many women feel for Love and Deepspace, some men would adopt a more open attitude and use the lessons this game offers to improve the way they treat their partners and women in general.
Love and Deepspace is designed to make us feel loved and to convey what love should feel like. For me (and I know for many others), it has taught me to understand what I truly desire in a relationship and how I want to be treated. Love interests are designed to make us feel valued, prioritized, and deeply loved. They are attentive, respectful, and caring, showing their love without coercion or demands, putting us first, and the evolution of the relationship and its intimacy is built on trust and mutual respect.
Even mechanics like the menstrual cycle representation, which has been criticized so much, are a reflection of the care and empathy that should exist in a healthy relationship. Understanding your partner's stage of the cycle not only allows you to support them more sensitively, but also to show meaningful support during phases like the luteal phase or menstruation itself.
This game isn't about sex or pornography, as many people think, but about love, respect, and genuine affection. It teaches us what true love feels like, what a healthy relationship should be like, and what it means to be authentically loved. There's nothing wrong with this, nor should those of us who enjoy this experience feel ashamed.
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Dad! Price + pregnant! reader
John Price wasn’t a man prone to sentiment. But lately, he’d caught his son watching him with that quiet, studious expression that five year olds wore when they were trying to understand something big.
It started small. A look, a tilt of the head when John helped you ease onto the couch, one hand steady at your back, the other adjusting the pillows just right. Then came the little imitations—a small hand pressed to your knee when you sighed, a too-big glass of water pushed into your hands before you even asked for it.
Yeah. The boy was watching.
John saw it in the way his son trailed after him, his steps careful and deliberate, like he was trying to map out the rhythm of care he has always provided for you.
He didn’t just follow orders; he anticipated. When John pulled out a chair for you, the boy did the same at breakfast the next morning, brows drawn in concentration as he dragged the heavy thing across the floor. When John pressed a hand to your lower back in passing, the kid reached up later, tiny palm resting there for half a second before scampering off, satisfied with a smile that he made his mother feel comfortable.
And when you winced one evening, shifting uncomfortably, it was your son who slipped off the couch without a word, returning a minute later with one of your small heating pads from the bathroom. He set it down beside you, nudging it toward your hand before looking up expectantly.
John, sitting across from you, just huffed a quiet laugh.
Smart boy.
He didn’t tell him to do any of this. Didn’t have to.
The kid was simply learning straight from him. Picking up on the way his father moved around his mother, how he noticed things before you had to say them, how care wasn’t in grand gestures but in the easy, natural rhythm of love.
John caught his son’s eye, tilting his head just slightly. The boy straightened a little, waiting.
Good lad, he thought, with a small nod of approval.
He was going to turn out just fine.
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What I look like at the function knowing I should be in bed reading a reader insert rn

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forearms to me are what ankles were to victorian men
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some pink dividers i've made ♡
NOTE: these are free to use - but please credit @petalpxl!
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hyperfem!reader > ‧ ₊˚ ☁️⋅♡ ࣪ ִֶָ ˚₊ ‧

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what is with this new wave of short drabbles with porn and zero plot what happened to yearning?? what happened to build up?? what happened to the character being absolutely down bad for reader?? what happened to the 10k words fics?? screaming crying and throwing up i miss it
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[id: a light pink userbox with a pastel pink border and pastel pink text that reads “this user falls in love with fictional characters” on the left is an image of a pink heart. /end id]
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