#(( random post but I feel like this needs to be said ))

[thaatdigitaldiary]

for the first time

hopkins paige bueckers x hopkins fem reader

for a long time, paige didn’t know why she felt the way she did about her best friend, someone who she “wasn’t” supposed to love, she didn’t want to ruin things. it was unfortunate she didn’t know you were waiting for her first. (kinda got this idea while listening to bags by clairo so i hope this makes your heart tingle and your eyes water!)

fluff and flirtationnnn (ofc🙏🏽), slight angst & minor argument, internal homophobia, cuteness and clarity at the end | this is lengthy! i hope ya like

enjoy!🙂‍↕️

disclaimer: i write nothing but angst or fluff when it comes to hopkins p, considering she was in highschool. thank you! - im considering this a “throwback story” so i can make a part two for older reader and older paige. 🫶🏽

paige and you were completely different when it came to high school. her priorities consisted of basketball, her future career, and passing senior year so she can make way to uconn. you however, were all about academics. you were in basically any club available, maintained a 4.0 gpa, and quickly climbed the rank of class president. how you two met was random, your sophomore year you were in photography club, meaning you took pictures of all the sports teams for the yearbook, and she stayed behind to talk to you.

"cool ass camera." she said going to touch it, but you quickly swat her hand away.

"hey! no touching. you break you buy." you say slightly stern, pointing your finger at her.

"technically YOU'D have to buy, this has nothing to do with me." she says laughing and shrugging her shoulders, getting a smile out of you. for her first time seeing you smile, she sure was in love with it.

"okay "miss photographer", what's your name?" she asks you, hoping she can get to know you. "mine's paige."

"i know, i see you all the time, you're like.. the best basketball player here." you say bragging on her, feeling kind of shy when you give away that you're a big fan of her.

"oh really, you think so?" she says in a flirty tone while she flexes, making you blush out of nervousness.

"okay, okay, don't get too in your head now, but yeah, you're really good. i'm the one who records and snaps all your shots. but my name is y/n, since you asked." you say with such a sweet voice, something that sent her in a trance, completely dazed in the sound of you speaking.

"cute name. hey uh, i was gonna ask did you need any help packing this stuff up, i won't break it i promise." paige says chuckling, her smile pure and full of life, an image that stayed in your head since you met her.

two years pass, and you and paige can never separate. despite being utter opposites of each other, you're glued to the hip. you still did photography, getting the best candid photos of your best friend on the court, excited to post them on social media so she gets the attention she deserves. you gathered the pictures together and created a collage to post on instagram.

you were paige's biggest fan to say the least, buying a hoodie with her name and number on it, and being able to sit on the sidelines and watch her play, with your photographer privilege of course. anytime she made a three, she'd point at you, making you smile. watching her play was something you couldn't get enough of, learning the game so you could understand when she was frustrated with a play, or if she just rambled on to you about it, you'd know exactly what she was talking about.

paige and your bond grew stronger, going to family events together, having sleepovers every weekend, even during the week, as well as going on family trips with her. you felt like you had your person when it came down to paige. you didn't really know much about anyone at your school, and you definitely didn't expect the school's star basketball player to befriend you.

life wasn't always so peachy though. you really struggled finding yourself. for a long time you were confused, not when it came to school, when it came down to your feelings. ever since you met paige, there was this feeling you couldn't shake, this feeling of nurture and love that you gained from her, the type no one else could give you. growing up, you weren't one to express your feelings to your parents. they were always busy, super strict, and for some reason never found too much time for you. but paige, she always dropped anything even if meant seeing you for 5 minutes.

the first time paige saw you, she noticed how you radiated positive energy, even though she had no clue what you were going through at home. all she wanted was to be the person by your side through thick and thin, forever and always.

with about a month and a half of school left, paige and her teammates took home the trophy for the final game of the season, and you were more than proud for her, ecstatic even. when the final buzzer went off for the end of the game, paige made a 3 pointer, beating the buzzer. you stood up and cheered as loud as you could, while paige ran towards you and swiftly lifted you up into a hug, making your feet dangle in the air.

"i'm so proud of you p." you said, muffled into her shoulder, as you feel her start to tear up from her words, and one of her biggest achievements.

"i really couldn't have done it without you, you're my motivation y/n." you feel a catch in your throat, signaling you're about to cry, and she quickly wipes your tears.

her family takes you both out to eat, and you had a duffel bag in their trunk that you packed the night before, so you could stay over at paige's house tonight.

after eating and making it to paige's place, you and paige made it up to her room, where she dropped her bags and your duffel that she insisted on carrying so you didn't "hurt your pretty hands" as she'd say. her room has evolved so much over the years, furniture moved around, basketball posters growing on the walls every visit, but one thing that never changed, was the framed picture of you and her on your nightstand, you on her back after her first win, both of your smiles bright and lively. the same picture lingered on her lockscreen ever since you two took it, your lockscreen being a picture you and her took at a sleepover at your house, you two under a fuzzy olive green blanket, exceptionally close for "best friends", but you never really cared.

that's another thing when it came down to paige, you never really cared. sure, questions and rumors spread, "are y/n and paige together?" "is paige gay?" "what's y/n's sexuality?"

it got annoying after a while, and paige and you always seemed to avoid the questions, and simply ignore them. it sucked that you wondered the same thing though. that was a sensitive topic, you couldn't ask paige about that, what if she finds you weird and stops talking to you?

you though, you should've been asking yourself that question. you've dated one guy throughout high school, and sure you liked him, (so you thought), but he was rude and belittling. after a conversation with paige, you immediately broke up with him. "he's not good enough for you," she said to you, always knowing what was best.

the real question was, what really was good enough for me?

paige never dated anyone in highschool, she turned down girls AND guys, so it made it extra hard to read her, even though you knew her like a book, cover page to the summary on the back of it. you wanted to know, but you didn't want to lose her in the midst of your curiosity.

sitting on paige's bed, you took your shoes off and got comfortable like you usually do, and she took off her practice gear and sat next to you.

"thank you for always being here for me y/n, like seriously." she sounds so genuine and would do anything to keep you here forever.

"p, i'm always gonna be here for you, you're my best friend." you go to embrace her, her muscular arms holding you close, your perfume lingering in her nose, making her feel at home.

you and her let go and look at each other for a while, eye contact never breaking, when she leans in for a kiss, and you let her in. the kiss is slow, as she tries to learn your body language, the kiss is meaningful, but is cut short when she starts freaking out.

"jesus christ y/n i'm sorry."

"i didn't mean to do that, it was an accident,"

an accident?

"oh, uh, yeah it's fine." you say, confused on what the big deal was, you've been wanting to do that forever, but i guess things weren't reciprocated.

things quickly got awkward, and then paige says something that honestly breaks your heart a little.

"maybe you shouldn't stay the night tonight, i uh, got family stuff."

you knew that wasn't true, she just didn't want you around after a moment like this just happened. but why is she shutting it down?

"you don't wanna talk first, i mean a lot just happened i think we should ta-" you try to explain to her when she cuts you off.

"just go home y/n." her voice cold and bleak, making you queasy.

paige was never like this with you, can a kiss really change everything? you thought asking your best friend a question would make you lose her, but you two KISSED. your heart dropped to your feet with the thoughts swarming in your head, "is she gonna leave me?" being the main one.

the next day rolls around, it was 12:30, the time she usually got back home after practicing with her dad, and you’ve received no sign of her, no texts or missed facetimes, which was unusual since you promised each other two years ago you'd try to facetime every. single. day. "she just needs time," you thought to yourself, but you text her anyway.

"hey paigeyyy, i'm gonna go to the store later, did you want me to pick anything up for you? i can drop by your house and give it to you?"

read 12:35pm

she read your message, but didn't respond until ten minutes later with a simple and dry "no" which made you sigh and move on about the day.

you missed paige. you slowly start to regret last night, but there's nothing you can do to change it. you already miss her face, her hugs, her lips, and how she looked at you. you open your camera roll to see a picture you and her took last night after her game, her holding you bridal style while you hold up her trophy, both of you smiling at each other. you put your phone down and decide to lay down for the rest of the day, as you had no motivation to do anything knowing your best friend didn't even wanna speak to you.

but deep down it was more than that, you had really fallen for paige, not wanting anyone but her, was that so wrong?

paige on the other hand, was losing it. she didn't know what to do with herself. there was no way she liked girls, let alone her best friend.

so why did she kiss her?

she wanted answers, but she couldn't and didn't want to talk to anyone about it, scared of how others would perceive her, worried she'd lose people over this, and worst of all, she didn't want to lose her best friend. she had to push her away, she needed space to think.

she thought there was nothing wrong with that, but it was the worst thing she could've done.

a week passes, neither of you are talking much, you haven't facetimed in what seems like forever, and her responses to you are weak and bland, making you feel as if she's not interested in talking to you anymore.

prom is approaching, you and paige planned to go together, to dance, make fun of other peoples dancing, and have another lively moment before summer break. but after that night, you're not sure what you two are gonna do, mainly because the day of prom, paige hadn't texted you at all. you weren't gonna go since you figured she wasn't, but you needed to get out of bed and go do something fun to get your mind off of the situation.

a couple hours go by, and you're finished getting ready. you have on an all black floor length dress, with small purple accents, since you already pre picked it out, intending to match with paige. you took your pictures with your parents, and drove to the school, as prom was being held in the gym this year.

you get there, hands clammy from your nervousness. you hate being here without paige, you wanted to take so many pictures, make so many memories, slow dance, and this was gonna be the night you were ACTUALLY planning on kissing her for the first time, showing her how long you've loved her.

the whole time you've been standing around looking bored, knowing you'd have so much fun if paige were here. that's until a guy from the football team comes up to you, asking you to dance with him. you insist, as you have nothing better to do. a slow song starts, and you and him are dancing slowly, until you notice a familiar face walk in the gym. paige.

she sees you and him and storms off to the bathroom, furious at the fact that you looked so beautiful, and that she wasn't the one with hands around your waist, taking in all your beauty.

you excuse yourself from his grasp, walking towards the bathroom, letting it clear out before you walk in.

"hey.." you say softly, not wanting to come off aggressive as if she hasn't been talking to you in what seemed like ages.

"what the fuck is he doing slow dancing with you? that was our thing y/n." she says, sort of yelling at you, but you quickly retaliate.

"no paige. you don't get to be mad at me because YOU shut me out. all i wanted to do was talk to you, you made me feel crazy, like something was wrong with me." you say, starting to cry.

"you completely went ghost on me, since before that night i've wanted no one but you, but i guess it doesn't matter,"

"i didn't come with him, he just asked me to dance because i looked bored, so i said yes." you tell her, looking at the tiled bathroom floor.

paige cups your chin and pulls your head up so you can look her in the eyes.

"i'm sorry y/n. i shouldn't have ran from you, i was scared. i really did mean to kiss you, just not like that. i wanted it to be special, i wanted it to be while we danced. i thought he was about to take that opportunity away from me. it woulda been memorable y'know?" she says while looking deep in your eyes, hoping you'd forgive her. “i know i’ve been acting weird, i just didn’t know what to do if i lost you.”

"i was also scared of what people would think of me, yknow, liking girls and shit. especially liking you, you're perfect, i didn't wanna ruin anything for you."

you don't respond immediately, until she says what's been on her mind since she met you.

"i'm in love with you, y/n. i've loved you since the first time i met you, you keep me sane, and without you i was losing my shit. there’s nothing wrong with you ma, and i apologize for making you feel that way."

your eyes go a little bit wider, and you finally respond, "i love you too paige, i always have. forget what other people think p, nobody matters but me with you." you smile wide at her and she smiles back, finally feeling content with herself, knowing she said what needed to be said, and could kiss you whenever she wanted to.

she leans in to kiss you, but you stop her.

"what cmon, i can't kiss you now?" she said to you while rolling her eyes.

"you said you wanted it to be special right?" you grab her hand and hold it for a while.

"yes ma'am i did," she says, leading you out of the bathroom and back to the gym, where another slow song has started. she quickly rests her hands on your waist, your hands on her shoulders, as you two sway to the song blasting through the cheap speakers the school borrowed.

"god, you look beautiful baby." paige says, finally taking in all of your perfection. your hair, makeup, and jewelry aligned perfectly, fitting you so well, she just loved looking at you. before you two continue dancing, she pulls her phone out of her dress pants pocket, and while she does so you take a good look at her. she looks stunning. a black button up and black dress pants, a silver chain completing the look. she goes to her camera app, and you kiss her on the cheek as a pose for the picture. she snaps multiple and eagerly changes her lockscreen.

"i love seeing this beautiful face everytime i turn my phone on," she says, you roll your eyes out of her corniness, but it still makes you blush. you also take a picture of the two of you, and you update your lockscreen as well.

"and i love seeing yours, and plus, this button up looks a little too good on you," you tell her, making her bite her lip slightly.

she grabs your hand and twirls you, bringing you back in, your faces exceptionally close to one another. the slow song comes to and end, and paige takes one hand off of your waist to cup your face, and connects her lips with yours and utters the words that make you happy to have met her,

"i love you y/n."

"i love you too paige."

and for the first time, you knew you had a forever person, and that person was paige bueckers.

HEY BAD BITCHESSS!! I HOPE YOU ENJOYEDDD I KNOW THERE’S NOT MANY HOPKINS FICS OUT THERE SO I WANTED TO TRY! i’ll try and be consistent with posting, just bare with me 🙂‍↕️ love you

tags: @rosemariiaa @mrsarnold @wbbgetsmewetter

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the collage that “would’ve been posted”

[youremyheaven]

Astrology of Sex: 🥵🔥🍑🍒💦🍆

my asks have been looking thirsty lately and i thought😌its about time i made another post about sex lmfao. MINORS LOOK AWAY AND DNI. NSFW CONTENT BELOW.

We've already discussed a little bit about Yoni animals and sex but I wanted to discuss certain random observations I have made hehe.

Elephant yoni men?? they are THE most sensual lovers??

I think Elephant Yoni (be it Revati or Bharani) creates partners who are extremely sexually passionate. They live to please their partner. Just think about how protective and loving elephants are and now think about how aggressive they can be if they're mad. Elephant yoni men (in my experience 😜) have always been sensual but slightly aggressive but in a good way 😈😈

2. MOON DOMINANT MEN ARE FREAKY NASTY BITCHES, i said what i said

if you've never had sex with a lunar man, WHEWWW them dudes be FREAKZZ, they'll be doing acrobatics with you in bed 😭😭😭idk how to explain it but yk when you're having sex with someone for the first time and you're all polite and semi formal?? wellll lunar men are not gonna be like that. they'll get right to business and fck you like you owe them pu$$y

3. Purvashadha men are kind of sadistic

i mean Hitler had Purvashadha moon, so this is not entirely surprising but Venusian naks are all in some ways cruel and i'd say Purvashadha is the PEAK of this energy

they're selfish, they're extremely hard on themselves, they dont care about others, they're VERY self centred and yes, they fuck in a really brutal way. they'll literally fuck you like you're a whore. aftercare? never heard of her

4. Rat yoni men or men with a small yoni animal in general can fuck for hoursss and not get tired. im talking 4 rounds or 5 rounds

5. Rahuvian men 💀💀will bust in 5 seconds but they'll go crazy with foreplay tho 🥰

6. MARTIAN MEN GIRLLL, they're so rough and live up to all the stereotypes .. like you're NOT making love over here, you're getting FUCKED.

7. I feel like Lunar women are lowkey asexual ,, their sex drives are just ?? occasionally there but often not there. the type to have sex just to please their partner. THIS NEED NOT APPLY TO EVERYONE, PLS DONT COME FOR ME

8. Jupiter dominant men have crazy sexual appetite but either they have really high standards or they fck everything in sight (depends on how much they've emotionally evolved)

[kairawrites]

date night.

a/n: a random, unedited post I forgot to share.

🌺masterlist🌺

pairing: jude bellingham x reader

summary: graceful on the pitch. off the pitch? not so much.

The roller skating rink was a vibrant mess of flashing lights, thumping music, and laughter. The air hummed with energy as couples and groups whirled by, lost in the rhythm of the music and the fun of the night. Kids whizzed past, making your boyfriend wonder what they thought seeing someone his age wobbling around.

Jude, was decidedly not having an easy time of it. For a man who seemed to effortlessly glide across the pitch, the sight of him clinging to the railing of the roller rink for dear life was something out of a slapstick comedy.

"I agreed to this date thinking it would be fun," he grumbled under his breath, trying to push off the wall without wobbling like a baby deer.

His eyes darted around, scanning the rink for you. You had disappeared earlier to swap out your skates, leaving him to fend for himself. And while he waited, struggling to stay upright, the rink felt like a war zone of expert skaters zooming past him.

Then he spotted you, and suddenly, all the chaos melted away. He watched your eyes scan your surroundings, your face lighting up once your eyes met. You, unlike him, were skating effortlessly, a sight to behold.

To Jude, you looked as stunning as ever, your natural curls pulled up into a bun, with a few loose strands framing your face perfectly. His latest gift—subtle but beautiful gold earrings—hung delicately from your ears, catching the light every time you moved. He had given them to you earlier in the night, just before you left for your anniversary dinner. Skating was part of the date you had picked to celebrate this special moment.

The stress of the recent weeks the motivator for your picking of the roller rink. You knew, once he got out of his head, Jude would have some much needed fun.

Now, seeing you in his England sweatshirt, slightly oversized on you, paired with the fluttering fabric of your skirt as you glided effortlessly across the rink, Jude couldn’t take his eyes off you. You moved with such ease, singing along to the music, your body swaying to the beat with confidence and joy. Watching you like this, so carefree, made him smile. It was moments like these, the small, intimate ones, that reminded him why date nights were so important.

“Show-off,” Jude teased, though he couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips.

You skidded to a stop right in front of him, your lips twisting into a grin. “Still holding on for dear life, huh?”

“Yeah, well,” he replied, glancing down at his skates with a raised brow, “these things don’t exactly come with football studs. And why does it feel like the floor’s out to get me?”

“You're just out of your element," you teased, reaching out and tugging his hand from the railing. "But you're not getting out of this."

“So,” he said, raising an eyebrow as he caught your hand in his, lifting it to his lips. “Do those earrings let me off the hook?” His voice was playful, his lips brushing gently against your knuckles, sending a little flutter through your chest.

You gave him a mock glare, a smirk playing on your lips. “You think you can buy me off with jewelry? Unlucky for you, I’m not blinded by your money, Bellingham.”

He chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I suppose that’s a blessing, isn’t it?” He kissed your knuckles again, slower this time, and you could feel the warmth from his lips spreading through you, making your heart skip a beat.

Your eyes flicked over his appearance, taking in his casual outfit—just a plain black hoodie, jeans, and a snapback worn backward, an attempt to blend in with the crowd. But it was him, through and through. Despite his simple attire, he had a presence that made it hard not to stare. You could never get used to the feeling of eyes on you when out with Jude. But for once, it seemed Jude paid it no mind.

Because the way he smiled at you, right now that easy, relaxed grin that was yours and yours alone. It didn’t matter that he was out of his elements. He was happy here, with you.

You raised an eyebrow, your smirk turning into a smile. “Besides,” you teased, “I distinctly remember you saying I could have whatever I want tonight.”

His grin grew, eyes gleaming as he leaned in a little closer, that mischievous spark dancing in his gaze. “I meant it. I just hoped you’d take that in a… different way.”

You rolled your eyes with a giggle, shaking your head. “Jude!” you chided, but your smile didn’t fade. “First, I want my boyfriend to relax. Get out of his head and stop overthinking everything. Two, just focus on me.”

Jude nodded, still grinning as he squeezed your hand gently. “Okay, fair. I can do that. And I’ll focus on you—I can definitely do that part.”

You smiled, your heart swelling as you saw the sincerity in his eyes. “Good,” you said softly. "Come on—let’s get away from the wall. You’ve got this.”

Jude shot a wary glance at the other skaters zipping by. Suddenly remembering where he was. “I use my feet for a living, you know, I need these things in working condition.”

"You're the Golden Boy,” you said, laughing as you started skating backward, pulling him along. “Aren’t you supposed to be good on your feet?”

“Skating doesn’t count,” he replied with a crooked grin, trying his hardest to keep his balance while being pulled away from his safety net—the wall. "And why are you skating backward? You’re showing off now.”

"For you?" You winked. "Of course."

Jude's hand instinctively tightened around yours, his wobbling getting worse as he tried to find his balance. His other hand flew to your waist, a last-ditch effort to steady himself, but it was too late. Before either of you could react, his footing gave way, and with a sharp squeak from you, he toppled backward, pulling you down with him.

The two of you hit the floor with a soft thud, the moment almost in slow motion. Jude winced, the embarrassment flooding his face as he lay there, sprawled on the rink. Meanwhile, your laughter bubbled up, bright and carefree as you giggled, still sprawled across his chest.

“Are you alright?” you asked between giggles, pushing yourself up slightly, your hand resting on his chest.

Jude groaned, running a hand over his face. “Not my finest moment,” he muttered, feeling the flush creeping into his cheeks.

You sat up, your eyes sparkling as you took in the sight of him blushing. Leaning down, you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, your hand cupping his jaw.

“You’re doing great,” you whispered against his lips, the warmth of your voice soothing his bruised pride. “And honestly, it’s kind of cute seeing you like this. You had me thinking you were perfect.”

"Not around you," Jude let out a breathy laugh, his cheeks still burning, but your words and that kiss had a way of melting his embarrassment away.

"Don't worry," you giggled. "Your secrets safe with me."

"Come on," you said with a grin, standing up and offering your hand. "Let’s get you back on your feet.”

Jude took your hand, letting you pull him, feeling steadier once he was on his feet.

You slowly began skating, gently tugging him forward.

"Relax, Bellingham," you smiled softly, skating effortlessly as he gripped your left hand, looking like he might topple over again any second. Guiding his right to your waist, you watch his eyes instinctively drop to his feet again. The warmth of your fingers finds his chin. “Stop staring at your feet, Jude. Look at me.”

He let out a breath, eyes locking onto yours instead of nervously watching the floor. His nerves didn’t entirely fade, but having your hand in his gave him a little more confidence—enough to stop wobbling for a second time.

His nerves came back, though, when he realized you were still skating backward. "You’re gonna fall,” he warned, eyeing the rink behind you as if it was full of unseen dangers.

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, silencing his worry. “Trust me.”

You spun around gracefully, pulling his hands to your waist. With your body in front of him, his grip on your waist, he found himself getting the hang of it. He could follow your lead, letting his movements mimic yours. It was a strange, wobbly dance, but it was progress. By the end of a lap around the rink, Jude's fingers no longer pressed into your skin.

“See?” you called over your shoulder. “I told you—you’ve got this. You’re practically a pro now.”

Jude let out a shaky laugh. “Pro? Not sure about that. More like... less embarrassing than I was five minutes ago.”

You slowed down, finally bringing the both of you to a stop in the middle of the rink. Skaters passed around you, but it was like you two were in your own little bubble. You turned in his arms, your hands finding his cheeks, your thumbs brushing softly against his skin.

"Hey," you whispered, leaning closer, your lips brushing the tip of his nose before they hovered over his. "You’re doing great. Now relax. Stop worrying about falling. I’m right here."

Jude couldn’t help but smile at that, feeling his tense muscles begin to unwind. He leaned into your touch, the warmth of your hands on his face anchoring him.

“You’re right," he murmured. "But it’s a little hard not to worry when you keep skating backward like you're trying out for the Olympics.”

You laughed, your breath ghosting over his lips before you closed the space between you, kissing him softly. The world around you kept moving—skaters rushing past, music booming from the speakers—but in that moment, it was just the two of you. His hands rested on your waist, pulling you a little closer, the warmth of your body against his easing his nerves completely.

Date night had become something Jude looked forward to more than anything else. It was officially set—every two weeks, no exceptions. With the whirlwind of his career, the media, and everything that came with being him, those nights were like a breath of fresh air. Most people would assume he'd want to go all out on those nights—high-profile dinners, glamorous venues, the works. But in reality, date nights with you were his safe haven, a chance to just be without the world watching.

What he loved most was how normal he felt with you. No cameras, no expectations—just the two of you, lost in your own little world. Your presence grounded him, reminded him that this, you, was what mattered. You had a way of making him feel lighter, more carefree. With you, he didn’t have to be "Jude Bellingham, football star"—he was just Jude, the guy who couldn’t stop staring at the love of his life and thinking about how lucky he was.

As the kiss broke, he sighed. “Alright, alright. I guess I can trust you not to let me crash.”

You grinned, giving him a playful nudge. “See? Told you. Now, come on, show me what you've got, Mr. Bellingham.”

With that, you pushed off again, pulling him along. This time, Jude didn’t feel the need to look down or grab the railing—he just kept his eyes on you, laughing softly as you danced and twirled in front of him. For once, he wasn’t thinking about his feet.

[gingersnapwolves]

random post of the day

I know that Jim Butcher is mostly famous for The Dresden Files but I really feel like The Codex Alera should get more love. I'm re-reading it and realizing what a formative influence Tavi's character was on how I wrote Stiles in The Sum of its Parts. The 'powerless' character who uses his wits, inspires loyalty, makes allies out of his enemies, and has an uncanny knack for finding the third option.

And, I mean, this:

Tavi bared his teeth in a smile. "But we have something the Vord [an enormous army of insect-like creatures] do not." Varg tilted his head to one side. "What is that?" "Ink."

I'd say this is so TSOIP!Stiles-coded, except actually I'm realizing that it was really that when Stiles said things like "You know what would be an exciting development right now? Tax records," and "first we need to go to a kitchen" store it was actually that TSOIP!Stiles was being extremely Tavi-coded

[siryyeet]

Oh you have complicated feelings towards Germany? Let me make 91836373 assumptions about it with my piss poor understanding of history, not listen to germans at all and then come to a horrendously bad and false conclusion on why that is! Also I think you germans should stop feeling guilty and be proud of your country again!

[fluffydancer618]

Were making valentine's cards in illustrator class today

[mel-loly]

I can't wait to have something to cheer me up and make some “decent” art (I mean, without being in the “chibi” style)..

Like- I need to post lore of my characters, I need to post more about them... I need encouragement.... I need something that cheers me up enough so I don't get lazy and make these damn drawings to explain the lore(even if you don't care, I still want to talk more about my characters)..😭

Like- they are simple drawings and I still can't put them into practice.. I don't know what's wrong with me that I can't put into practice...

I feel sad, REALLY sad about this. And tired too..

[autisticlee]

words are hard. explaining is hard. remember that while reading

the amount of disabled people on thos website who make posts going against each other makes me so sad. there's too many posts of "such and such people/random person are talking over people like me and making us look/feel bad, but they're wrong and not suffering as much so need to shut up!" can we stop invalidating each other because you claim they're invalidating you by speaking about their struggles????? can we all support each other instead????? ableism within disabled community here is awful.

I get it. sometimes people say a thing and you think it takes away from you or makes you feel bad. but that doesn't mean they did it on purpose/everyone with their condition is doing it on purpose. doesn't mean they know you and your feelings. doesn't mean their feeling is invalid because it hurt yours! and if it's just a thing you saw on tiktok, don't blame entirety of people with the condition because one or two people on tiktok don't speak for everyone! (not everyone uses tiktok either so don't act like everyone is getting info from there)

it's so frustrating and disappointing! can't say anything on here without upsetting and offending another disabled person because many different or new reasons every day! like you didn't mention that they have it worse or say yourself isn't suffering as much. or you use a phrase or word thar helps you but another group gatekeeps it. or you're simply "talking over" people you don't even know that decided you don't suffer and struggle enough because they "have it worse" and want you to talk about THEM and not just yourself. on your own blog. but somehow know to mention them and advicate for them so they don't have to or something???? is confusing.

words are hard. hard to explain this!!! but is frustrating and upsetting to see many disabled people here targeting each other more than ableds. example there's many posts of physical disabled vs ND, acting like being ND can't be disability. do you want to borrow my brain and see if it disables you more????? sometimes see opposite where ND is harder than physical disability. do you want to borrow my body and see if you can live easily??? see many physical disabled vs other physical disabled, example "cane user can't complain because I need wheelchair!" type things. or ND vs ND "I have more ND than you because I cant do *thing* alone but you can so you can't complain about struggling because you're talking over my bigger struggles"

I GET IT. everyone wants to feel valid and not feel talked over and all that stuffs. but stop fighting each other!!!!! stop invalidating each other because you feel invalidated/assume they are trying to invalidate you. is nothing but invalidating loop!!!! stop assuming everyone must talk about you and your struggle before their own because you think their voice shared means yours is blocked. stop having disability "Olympics" in which you jump through metaphoric hoops to prove you're more disabled and deserve most attention and more voice and everyone below is taking that away! learn how to support each other because we know ableds don't like supporting us!!!!!! we all suffer and struggle. why act like fellow disableds don't or arent allowed!! 😭😭😭😭😭 this is for both people that use tiktok to do "quirky" stuff or are able to push through struggles and want to act like everyone can too. and people with higher support needs that think lesser needs have super easy life and talk over them if they make post about their struggles. I see both!!!! a lot!!

never see anyone talk about ableism within disabled community and how it is bad for all of us!!!! but sure see lot of.......

I know. i'm bad at words. dont try to misunderstanding and attack and be mad at me! if you experience real problem with this you are valid in your feel. you can feel! but maybe don't do generalizing and invalidate all because one person or a few or tiktok did or said things you don't like. that make sense???

[triglycercule]

ok ok you dont need to threaten me here's some art ☹️☹️☹️

appreciate now while you have it because doodles are rare coming from me (only tri-yearly. i cannot doodle for the life of me its hard 🙁)

[kyouka-supremacy]

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[rinhaler]

ig coz you only got 2 notes on that post saying you were writing earlier lmao hoping to get more attention now you’ve said you’re gonna deactivate = attention seeker

you think I care about making a random chatty post and not getting notes on it enough to deactivate 😭😭 embarrassing take idk who you are but if you think I’m that much of an attention seeker ig you should block me but I’ll happily do it for you if you wanna continue this.

[josephslittledeputy]

Having been left behind by someone who she thought she could trust, Willa now has to endure the depravities of John Seed

Chapter 3, There Ain't No Sin and There Ain't No Virtue: Part 1, has finally been posted!!

[doodlingwren]

Hiatus

I am going on hiatus for a bit more. I really really hoped the stuff that have been going on lately were already "sorted out" but, uhm... they aren't. I need to take a bit more time offline once again, and try to work things out.

Thank you for your patience ❤

Wren

[vault81]

fav part of phantom liberty is when you tell people you chose Songbird over Reed, and the people that chose reed tell you why you're going to super hell for believing her lies and how she's been manipulating you this entire time as if Reed and Myers haven't been shafting V ten ways to sunday the entire DLC as well

[skitskatdacat63]

I need to remind myself often it's okay to take as long as I need to work on projects/drawings

[lesbiankordian]

now why did dazai say here he wanted to ask chuuya sth 🧐🧐...? WHAT WAS THE QUESTION SUPPOSED TO BE?! like I know it'd be probably another joke but what would he say hadn't he made that joke...