#*writes*

[transsextual]

feb 2, elle emerson (@transsextual)

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utah bans gender affirming care for people under 18. / south carolina is following suit and worse. / i'd cry but i can't anymore, not like i used to. / my girlfriend tells me they're so tired but she doesn't know why – / "i wasn't even doing anything today" / our anniversary is this month. / i feel like a puppy when i see her. / i get high and rearrange my friend's fridge magnets / queer sentences cover the freezer door. / "eat the skin and hearts of men it attracts dykes" / "i kiss fags" / "feel it up partner" / "you may do it but use condom" - / we laugh about that one. we watch star trek. / their roommate calls me cool; we grew up on the same books. / another friend of mine is taking a gap year to go to brazil, relearn portugese. / the boy i dated who is now my best friend is coming up with my family in a few weeks. / we're going thrifting together on the weekend, and i / am going to try to get an extension on my paper. / dance rehearsal on sundays. / my roommates want to go to ikea. /

my uber driver mentioned his husband when i asked about his day. / i thanked him for it at the end of the ride, and he laughed and pointed out the trans flag sticker on the dash. / on my way into the clinic i think i saw him crying. / i introduced myself to the lab tech and she asked me to say my real name. / she took six vials of my blood. /

so many of my friends are named after gods. / this has to be for something. 

[itimetraveller]

Value your time

Don't waste it on fake friends

Don't waste it on meaningless relationships

Don't waste it on narcissistic people

Don't waste it on society drama

Don't waste it on negative energies

Don't waste it on low vibrational habits

Spend it only on self growth.

[conflictox]

Ya no te tengo rencor, pero a veces siento el deseo de venganza. - Conflictox

[dumblr]

I am going to complain to Spotify about you not being this weeks hottest single.

[greenwrites]

Franz Kafka , Letters to Felice

[originalmoonkid]

Bachpan mein hua krti thi shameein

Ab toh seedha din se raat hoti hai.

[hektor-world]

I see the fire 🔥 in ur soul, And I love it

#hektor #merida

[kalimarinus]

rest.

[ summary : captain price gettin' all worried because reader is overworked. ]

[ relationships : john price x gn!reader (romantic) ]

[ warnings : 2nd person pov , gn reader 🤍 , reader is around price's age , reader is a stay at home worker , working inaccuracies lol ]

[ word count : 446 ]

[ notes : how'd this do for my first actual fic? heh. ]

John would come back from a fairly okay mission, sighing contentedly as he took in the atmosphere of his flat. But, when he came into the faint-lit living room, he stumbled upon you, who was sitting on the couch, a bit hunched over. Piles of paperwork were beside an open laptop, both which were set on a large coffee table, empty coffee cups in the trashcan next to it.

You looked heavily focused on your work, not even noticing him. You continued dragging the tip of your pen along one of the documents, writing quickly but also trying to make it look professional and neat enough for work.

John frowned when he noticed the dark circles under your eyes, half-lidded from pure exhaustion.

"You shouldn't be working so late, dear." John said, kicking his boots off to the side before walking over to you.

You perked up at the sound of his voice and looked over to him, now realizing John was back home.

"Ah, darling." You paused, lifting your pen from the paper. "You're back home already."

"Yes.. But I didn't wanna come home to see you overworked again." His eyebrows furrowed, glancing over all the unfinished papers you still had yet to complete. "You should take a break."

"The deadline is tomorrow morning, I need to finish these tonight." You went back to your main focus, overviewing the graphs on the laptop screen before going back to writing on the lines of the paper.

Price sighed. He knew finishing work before deadlines was important, he would probably say the same thing if he were in your position right now. But also, your mental and physical state was in higher importance.

"At least take a small break? A little five minute nap?" He said, trying to convince you.

You thought about taking a rest for a few moments. You were tired-- exhausted, your dominant hand almost falling asleep from fatigue and the overuse of it.

"Please, love?" John added, his frown deepening.

".. Maybe." You said, but let out a sigh of your own as you looked over to his expression. "Fine." You decided to just take a rest and listen to him, setting down your pen and turning off your laptop.

John's frown turned into a soft smile when you agreed, and he sat down on the couch next to you. You grinned when he subtly leaned his side on yours, and you leaned back on him as well.

...

That night you slept in each other's arms on that very same couch, sinking into the new cozy ambience the dimmed light coming from outside the window and the distant noises of passing by cars created.

[shadowseductress]

"yearning" is such a tender word

[inkmiracle]

Jax With A Silly (GN) Reader Partner (R)

You be gay, he do crime.

Discreet high fives if yall pull something off together.

He would say "kys" as a joke, let's be for real.

Jax loves being so evil. He's the evil. He is evil.

He cannot do anything but commit atrocities.

You might be silly but at least you can help him out on that stuff.

You have to keep him in 'order' (he will do the opposite of what you tell him to do or not to do)

Very feisty, goes out kicking and screaming.

BANNED FROM TWITTER

Prepare for trouble and make it double if you're evil silly.

But if you're just a little eepy with it he's prone to calling you a loser.

"Really, you never like fun~"

He's a tease. No PDA but he will be a dick. Affectionately.

Uses random nouns as insults towards you?

"You absolute CABBAGE."

But to others he is not afraid to be an ABSOLUTE SHITHEAD.

He will prank others, you sit there and look pretty.

[transsextual]

butch, elle emerson (@transsextual)

[itimetraveller]

Rainy nights, watching your favourite movies or shows with your favourite person . That's better than going out on soulless clubs and infect yourself with unwanted energies.

[shayadwohsune]

i feel every time i meet someone new,

it'll end the same way.

[dumblr]

I only want this with you.

[bradtomlovesya]

GHOSTFACE

Tom Holland x Actress! Reader

Summary: You decide to prank you boyfriend and friends... sweet sweet revenge. (Based on this request - HERE - )

Warnings: Mentions of blood, injuries, serial killer!, a bit of dark humour at the end. (Let me know if I missed something)

W/C: 1.1k+

A/n: sorry the delay I was heartbroken and just started to feel like myself again. Thank you for being patient with me ♡. SUPPORT AN AUTHOR BY SHARING THEIR WORK 🫶🏻

Gif not mine

Tom still didn't know what your new project was. You had told him that you would have an important role in a big franchise but you hadn't told him more than that, you wanted it to be a complete surprise.

Your friends - and his friends as they were mutual friends of both of you - had arranged to go to the set as they would pick you up and then go for drinks at a nearby pub. They were just supposed to go and watch a bit of the set while you finished changing and taking off your make-up, or at least that's what they thought.

A few months ago, at Halloween, they all agreed to play a prank on you where Tom was supposed to be "possessed" and with Harry's help they had done so many effects and props that you completely believed it. Only to find out it was a joke. It was time for revenge.

You and a couple of friends from the set had an idea in hand, and had even discussed the idea with the director who thought it would be excellent publicity for the new film.

So there you were with a fake wound in your stomach that wouldn't stop bleeding and a fake knife in your hand, you hoped that in the dim light no one would notice the difference between it and the real thing.

As soon as you heard the voice of Tom and friends calling your name in the dark, empty set, you knew it was time to take action. You walked quickly with one hand covering your wound and approached them using your best acting techniques. Clearly, it was all being recorded.

"What are you guys doing here, didn't you see my message? Someone from the cast went crazy and we're waiting for the police" you tried to guide them as best you could to a 'hideout' "shit" you muttered.

"What are you talking about? Wait a minute..." spoke Tom, your boyfriend. "That's real?" He said fitting the pieces together in his head and moved his hand closer to your wound. He just grazed it, but your moan of pain was more than convincing. Now everyone was more than worried.

"Oh my god... I'll call the police" Harry said grabbing his phone so you snatched it away from him as soon as you heard the sound of something metal falling.

"We already called them" you muttered. "They're on their way. We just have to hide until the cops-" a secret compartment opened up in the floor and you fell through it as you screamed. An inflatable mattress was waiting for you below, but they were too scared to have noticed.

"Y/n!" Tom shouted in desperation and Sam covered his mouth with his hands. "Get your hands off me! We have to go get her!" A bead of sweat trickled down his back. This couldn't be happening. "She's my girlfriend, Sam!" Tom tried to struggle but between all the boys they managed to shut him up, there was a killer on the loose and all they needed was for Tom to shout out his exact location.

"Tom you won't be able to find her if you get killed so you need to keep your mouth shut," Harry mutters. "Promise if I take my hand away you'll stop screaming?" he asked and Tom nodded.

"What are we going to do now?" he asked in a low tone of voice and that's when your scream was heard throughout the studio.

"Tom help me!" you exclaimed in desperation. "Please!"

All the boys including your boyfriend ran off in the direction your voice came from. Tom ran faster than the rest but, when they reached the place, the light was very low and you were no longer there.

Or well, you were, only you were already wearing your Ghostface costume, ready for the final scare.

"I can't die, I still can't find a girlfriend!" Tuwaine started hyperventilating.

"I'm still a virgin! I can't die a virgin!" Paddy mentioned.

Harrison placed his hand on Tom's shoulder and Tom couldn't help but turn around with his fists in the air, that was his simp reflex.

"It's me, relax" Haz said holding up his hands so Tom could see them.

"Uhh... guys..." Harry pointed to a spot in front of him. "We've got company" right in front of them was you in full costume.

They all turned to run but as soon as they did they saw someone else standing there wearing the costume, the exact same costume.

They were surrounded. They all raised their fists in the air trying to look brave. In reality some had already wet their trousers.

"What do you want from us?" Your boyfriend exclaimed. "What did you do to my girlfriend?!" he shouted in frustration.

It was time to end the joke.

"I didn't do anything to your girlfriend" you spoke to him disguising your voice so they wouldn't recognise yours. "Because..." you took off your mask and laughed. "I am your girlfriend!" The lights came on as your friends and boyfriend looked on in shock.

"But what-" Haz muttered, trying to catch his breath.

"Don't miss Scream 5, only in cinemas," you spoke into a camera and winked.

"I thought you were dead!" Tom exclaimed and lifted you off the ground over his shoulder. He was a little annoyed... but he also understood that he deserved it, especially after the prank he played on you last halloween. "You little trickster," he laughed.

"So this is the movie you're working on, huh?" Sam asked and you nodded as soon as Tom allowed your feet to touch the ground.

"I have to admit that a prank on your boyfriend and his friends with the theme of the movie is great publicity" He said looking at all the cameras. "But I need another pair of trousers" he pointed to his now damp jeans and laughed embarrassed. "Don't look at me like that, I thought I would die without finding love."

Tuwain sighed "make that two pairs of trousers please and exactly as Harry said."

"Wait a second. This looks like another one of those Horror movies with predictable characters" Sam scoffed.

"What do you mean?" asked Tom.

"Well then... Tom is the main character and possible popular guy, y/n is his girlfriend who turns out to be the killer, Harry is the guy who records everything, I'm the filler character, Tuwaine is the 'coloured friend' - no offence - he clarified. And Paddy is the kid"

"What about me?" Haz raised his hand.

"You're the shallow blonde who dies at the beginning" explained Harry.

"Hey!" Harry groaned but then laughed, "Yeah...makes sense."

They all laughed. Tom knew he had to fight back better next year and you knew he would. This was just the beginning of a new annual prank war.

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Tom holland tags: @raajali3 @fangirling-galore @rogertherabbitt @powerpuffluuvv @august-cardigan @itszulli @hallecarey1 @luvmarissaaa @xoxokiaraaxoxo @kaitieskidmore1 @lnmp89 @pure-a-tea @vixparker @army24--7 @spiderydreams00 @nani-2305 @mochimm @ietss @prancerrparkerr @hpsgirlrw @hollandweather

[umbraastaff]

There's something wrong with the planet.

I know, that sounds really dramatic. And probably exaggerated, knowing how much anxiety and paranoia is all but designed into my cheap fucking systems. It's not like I have much of a frame of reference, either: I only have linear memories of the last 160 hours of my life, barring the activation and maintenance between previous contracts. The rest is in bits and pieces, most of them ghosts of old feelings and reactions from my organic parts.

But that's how I know. There's a sense of wrongness in my organics, telling me things are different than how they should be -- how they used to be, at least. People keep bringing up the event from two months ago. I wasn't around for it, (or at least I don't remember it), but from my understanding, something fell from the sky, and now everyone's acting really weird.

They call it the Light of Creation, and yes, they capitalize it.

As far as I can tell, it isn't a power source, and nobody's considering selling it, but it's somehow helping with an important project. It's being held by the IPRE, the same entity that rented out my contract starting a week ago… for a two-month mission that's going to start ten months from now. They're paying for a year's worth of SecUnit for a mission a fraction of that time away.

I can't complain about that, exactly. Ten months of hanging around a bunch of boring researchers is a lot better than ten months of being a regular Murderbot, cycling between memory erasure and panic over the lives of various clients. It makes it easier not to get my brain painfully zapped by my governor module, too, when there are less crises. But it still feels highly unusual, and weird behavior is always going to make me uneasy.

"Let's run through this one more time," says Captain Davenport. Speaking of weird behavior.

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