#GEAR POST 🗣️🗣️

[selfship-confession-box]

★ Hello my fellow selfshippers! ★

PR0SHIP/C0MSHIP/TERFS/ZI0NISTS/ETC DNI. THIS IS NOT A SAFE PLACE FOR YOU.

Box Status: open !!!

Confessions are queued, may take a while to post ^^

This blog is for selfship confessions of almost any kind. Whatever reason you don't wanna post it on your blog, or if you just wanna put a confession here for fun, you're welcome here! Selfship art is welcome as well ^^

Whether your f/o(s) is/are obscure, non-human, etc, this blog is welcome to all kinds.

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"How do the f/o tags work here if I want to filter them?"

I tag them as "f/o (character here)!" It sometimes depends if the user who submitted the ask included a last name/full name/etc, as I usually do not know which characters the user is talking about 0_o (hence why i don't put fandoms)

Do not use the word "simp" here, as the word is appropriated AAVE. Do not use slurs either, I think that should be common sense.

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[wasteland-nora]

speak on sadist arcade gannon 🗣️

I WILL SPEAK THANK YOU!

arcade is such a fun character. i’m going to start off with a little bit of how i view him, and then go into more of the original post!

arcade is often written as he portrays himself, asocial and boring. or worse, he’s made to be this anxious, unsure, annoying gay-man stereotype.

but arcade is smart, he’s witty, he enjoys snarky banter and cursing in latin. at the end of the day, arcade needs someone who can keep up with him. someone who can get those gears turning in his brain. arcade values knowledge like no other.

there’s always something to be learned, even with a low int. courier. (my original post was a joke about this, he’s a sadist and following around an idiot in a post apocalyptic wasteland would definitely scratch that itch.)

however, no source of intimacy in his day to day life turned into learning as much as he can. he enjoys books on topics that are redundant to the world he lives in, because it makes him feel important.

being a person of medicine, he knows his way around sharp objects, he’s used to cutting clothes, he’s able to perform basic first aid. (…more on this in a minute.) arcade knows his way around the human body.

arcade was an only child, raised around enclave remnants can only offer so much. and while he hates to use the word lonely (“alone and lonely are two very different things, thank you.” he’d say.) he is clearly starved.

for attention and touch, on a level that means something more to him. i think one of arcade’s strongest points is his friendship with julie, there’s no doubt in my mind he loves her, that he values their bond. but she can’t offer what he’s looking for in this regard, and that’s okay.

arcade craves connection. he deflects anytime the subject is himself, because to him there’s safety in isolation. he’s met “several good men” in his life, but none of them stuck around. for how much he craves that connection, he doesn’t know how to do it. showing versus telling. arcade is honeyed words, but faraway in his actions. until six.

and it’s not that he wants to hurt, or own his partner, no. arcade hates the idea that someone could “belong” to him, HOWEVER; the idea of consuming someone is… special. arcade wants his and his partner’s heart on a silver platter so they can dine together.

i’m going to go through two different scenarios, but each have their own flavour of dialogue.

"I've got more experience dealing with egregious injuries than you think. I could fucking rip you apart, and put you back together again. I could even make that hurt, if you wanted. Do you understand me?"

in this excerpt, as composed as arcade is, he’s frantic. perhaps six is a self sacrificing idiot, consistently putting himself in harms way because he wants to protect his friends, arcade specifically. to arcade, he might as well be doing the damage himself. six gets cut pushing arcade out of the way? arcade can feel the knife in his hand. in this version, i picture arcade’s sadism is more emotionally charged/based.

"I've got more experience dealing with iniquitous injuries than you think. I could rip you apart, and put you back together again. I could make it all hurt. Do you understand me?"

this is the same idea, but a completely different tone. this time he’s offering, most likely based on an observation he’s already made of six’s self sacrificing behaviour. six wants a brush of death? arcade can offer that without a (serious) risk.

the change from ‘egregious’ to ‘iniquitous’ tells that the injuries go from generally bad to morally wrong. both are things he’s adept in. medicine or sadism.

all this being said, some fun ideas to consider. (nsfw!)

i want an arcade gannon who will cut through six’s last pair of pants without any remorse, maybe even a low chuckle.

featherlight touches with a scalpel or the carving knife he uses for cacti. dragging it down their tummy, down to their thighs.

an arcade who has a mean backhand, who then takes six’s chin in his hand and gives his head a shake like he’s a bad puppy.

an arcade who has six sit in his lap for hours as he works, laughs when they cry about wanting more.

arcade who will bite, arcade who scratches his partner’s hips.

arcade who lets six sit under his desk, pressing his foot to six’s cock as they suck him off.

[ceilidho]

LET'S FUCKIN GOOOOOOOOOOO GHOAP X READER!!!!

Side note as someone who's stressed in the past about not writing another chapter IT CAN WAIT 🗣️🗣️ more specifically we can wait, write what makes you happy and gets your brain juices going, REMEMBER you're doing this for you not us!! Keep popping off my liege ly <33

LMAO you sent this before i posted, so i hope you enjoyed the actual part 1 of the fic 💗

oh god you wouldn't believe how long i was just staring at an empty page trying to write more of the price/reader fic or the gladiator story, and then i was like fuck it. you need to just do something completely different, shift gears. and then WOW, like, not to toot my own horn, but i was soooooo happy with how the writing came out for the forced throuple fic. like idk WHERE that was stored in my brain.

[sketchncanto]

AAAAAAA GUYS 🗣️🗣️🗣️

I just made the tumblr discovery of all tumblr discoveries—I just found out that you can rearrange posts on your blog by backdating or frontdating them!! (Why is backdating a word but frontdating isn’t? I hate english— anyway)

Want a specific post next to another one but you have other reblogs in the way? All you gotta do is this:

Go into the post, hit edit and then hit the little gear icon on the top right

And then alter the post date for the past or future and ✨VIOLA ✨

I’m not sure if you can do this via mobile but you can def do it on web!!

Now I can put all of my EBB reblogs together as I go through and read em over time 🥹

Didn’t know this was a possibility so I figured I’d share just in case anyone else was in the dark about it!

[jovrien]

📢🗣️🔊

tumblr isn’t an airport where our departure is announced.. BUT 🍑

this is my tumblr where I post stuff so imma post something for some of my tumblr-less sleuthing friends online and on-land, just in case they’re wondering why I suddenly went dark on facebook, twitter and my partial radio silence on IG.

I’ll be back though. But imma just write something to wrap up this season before going on hiatus [HIATUS?!!! 😆]

⚠️ I’m gonna be yapping a lot.

This is the real reason why I’m going MIA for a couple of months 👇

For the LAST TIME in this lifetime of mine (as a Capricorn- a Cardinal sign) I’m gearing up for the final boss fight starting on September 1st- November 19th. These long ass chapters of incredible changes and losses and pain and confusion and depression and every shitty stuff you could think of are finally coming to an end since Pluto moved into Capricorn back in 2008!!!

And I’m probably gonna stop having suicidal thoughts once it’s over by November 19. lol I know I sound weird but yeah.. 🤷🏻‍♂️ I’m not really an astrology boy so I’m not gonna yap about it anymore; but it’s on tiktok if you’re interested - keywords are pluto cardinal signs fixed signs pluto in aquarius

So I found this photo of a dog stealing his human’s red underwear and I also happen to have a photo wearing my red underwear 😆

I kinda like the narrative going on here 😆 Story time: Last year my friend Paolo asked for my dirty underwear so I gave this ☝🏼to him. No kidding. That boy already took two of my underwear and the other one was also a boxerbriefs hahaha don’t ask why but I’m pretty sure Jesus was a little concerned. And yes, my babe was in the same room when Paolo asked for it. 😅 pretty normal boy stuff if you ask me 😅 jk. Yeah that was wild.

Btw I recently discovered this song and boy I have been so obsessed with this song even though the lyrics don’t make sense. I’m such a boy slut for songs with lyrics that don’t make sense like 666 by Bon Iver 🤭

🎵 Drive boy, dive boy

Dirty numb angel boy

In the doorway boy

She was a lipstick, boy

She was beautiful, boy

And tears boy

And all in your inner space boy

You had

Hand girls boy

And steel boy

You had chemicals boy

I've grown so close to you

Boy and you just groan boy

She said come over, come over 🎵

Like wtf? lol

Embrace the cringe; it’s a vibe.

I don’t really like smiling in photos because I look like Alvin the Chipmunk 🤓

also because ..

Hahaha 😆

Susan and Jessica being cute ☺️ I just wanna aarrrrghhahagehehrkshdidjekjegshdjdjdjdjdjsbshj

Gotta go now, tumblr. Idk when I’ll be back but Imma enjoy being afk and away from doom scrolling for a while as I have to focus on my mental health, slay my inner demons and be serious or something.. idk. 😝

Stream Charli xcx

drink water

be kind to animals

ciao! 🍻

brb xx

“All units, radio silence from this point.”

📡💤

[vozvy]

Introduction Post .*~•

Welcome to my blog!

Ps I also have an instagram so feel free to follow me there to get a more cohesive view of my art :)

@vozvys

🕯️My name is Irina but I go by Vozvy / Voz online

🎀 my other accounts: @ardeos (bloodborne acc) , @vozalicious (misc.)

📍I’m Romanian/German 🇷🇴🇩🇪

🗣️ languages : English, German, Romanian, French

🫀She/her , Genderfluid but don’t really care about pronouns that much

🍰 7 September is my cake day

🌙 INTP, Virgo

🚀My fandoms / interests:

Fallout

Old Hollywood

Fashion history (20th century mostly)

50s-70s music

Movies

Metal Gear

🚫 DNI:

Right wing politic followers

[lamialamia]

4, 6, 10, and 11 for the fic writer asks! And if you've answered any already, then swap in a random one of your choice!

4. What fandoms have you written for?

Literally just HBOWar. I'm very particular about what I write fanfic for so... Also it's weird because I have never been compelled to write for any fandom before. I loved One Piece a lot and have been in that fandom since middle school, for example, but I never wanna open a doc to write anything about it. I have written fanfic in my head however, without the urge to put it down into words.

*taste the water in HBOWar* what the eff in in here??

6. Fluff or angst?

🗣️Angst 🗣️Angst🗣️Angst🗣️

10. Do you read your own fics for fun?

No. Eh. Probably because by the time I posted a thing, I have reread that fic so many times, it stopped having meaning and actual excitement for me. I still love my fic a lot, but I rarely reread them after publishing them online. I might read parts of fic, mostly the funny bits because I love to laugh at my own jokes xDD

It's also hard for me because when I reread things I would find flaws or typos or grammar errors and those stuff grind my gears >"< Returning to fics made me feel worse about them, and I have to stop myself from removing them from the internet, telling myself that there would be people who enjoy them even if they are not perfect.

It's an entire thing. Yeah.

11. What's an idea for a fic you've had that you'll probably never write?

A super long chronicle-type fic for Sledgefu that span before, during, and after the war that is like 150-200k words xD I love reading them so much! I wanna write one myself.

Thanks a lot for asking these questions Sam ☺️

[lockoutkey]

tbh after seeing u guys post abt it i might incorporate hot soup into my vocabulary. if i can get to the point where i say it reflexively at times where i wouldve said pogchamp then only funny things can possibly happen

hot soup >>> pogchamp tommyinnit just hasn’t watched rottmnt yet 🗣️🗣️🗣️

join us in confusing the world. maybe one day someone will walk past a nickelodeon producer and yell hot soup loud enough it gets their ass into gear and convinces them to make season 3 happen

[subhumanselflover]

HELLOOO ANJICHIPP ANON HERE🗣���🗣️ have this quote from Guilty Gear 2 of Anji talking to Chipp for inspo on the lil post thingie🗣️🗣️

“You should show a little more skin, like me! It'll make you dodge better!”

-Anji after winning against Chipp

Anji that’s gay 😰😰😰/pos/j

-🪭

I'VE SEEN THAT LINE BEFORE.. idk how i didnt know it was anji talking to chipp. thats so crazy.. something is wrong with them.

also anjichipp anon i need you to know as a result of my research i had the anjichipp marry a man spring break anthem video playing in my head for like 3 days straight.

[tkaulitzlvr]

REGRET - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: when a video of tom getting a little too close to another girl circulates around the internet, your confrontation sparks a heated argument between the two of you. but after tom says something in the heat of the moment, he is determined to make it up to you.

content: angst

a/n: i have risen from the dead🎀 i’m really rusty so if it‘s not up to scratch i’m sorry, ill post about why i’ve not been writing later but for now enjoy whatever this is🗣️

my eyes are glued to the small computer screen in front of me, face twisting in disgust just a little more every time the low quality video replays. it is almost nauseating, yet i can’t turn away, fixated until my features are scrunched up in an agitating mix of anger and confusion. i am hoping that the events will change the next time the video restarts, that maybe my eyes are deceiving me, but as the same scene plays out in front of me, i quickly realise that it is real, and that my worst nightmare is coming true. not much can be distinguished - whoever had taken the video clearly hadn't payed much attention to keeping their camera still, or investing in the most high-tech gear, but i can tell that it is him. his dirty blonde dreads fall just below his shoulders, hand clutching a drink, surrounded by a crowd of girls whilst flashing lights illuminate his figure every few seconds, lighting up the bustling club before returning it to darkness. he knows that he is the centre of attention, but that doesn't seem to matter to him, his focus on the small blonde to his right.

much to my frustration, the video is only a few seconds long, showing tom leaning into the girl's ear, whispering something before pulling back, a smirk etched upon both their faces. it quickly cuts off just as his hand brushes along her arm, leaving much to be imagined - far too much. though this is probably for the best, watching another second of my boyfriend touching another girl would probably drive me close to insane - if i haven't already reached that point. i can't tell when the video was taken, but it is clearly recent, most likely from one of his tour after parties. he had arrived home last week, and i had been naive enough to miss him - until now.

i hurriedly rush to turn the computer off, sure that i will throw up if i have to watch that video one more time, its existence torture for me as i question how to go about this. tom is totally oblivious, having left for the studio this morning. however as each second passes, i realise that he will be home any minute, long before the anger that courses through my veins has any chance of burning out. my jaw is clenched, breathing heavy and eyes bloodshot as they fight tears, focusing on the blank wall ahead in an attempt to hold them back. the silence is peaceful, an almost laughable contrast to the chaos that echoes within my mind, thousands of unanswered questions racing through it as i am just about ready to pack my bags and never come back, sure that i have seen enough - and the only explanation is that tom has cheated on me.

but when the front door opens, i am trapped, any plans of escaping now far out of reach as tom's soft voice sounds from downstairs.

"baby? i'm home, where are you?" he almost sounds excited to see me, and on any other day, my heart would melt. but today, it twists with dread, feeling as if it has been ripped out of my chest and stepped on. i stay put, maybe because i know the capabilities of my mind, and its tendency to place me in uncomfortable situations, or perhaps it is the nagging in my chest convincing me to delay any conversation with him for as long as is physically possible.

the realisation that i can't avoid him forever comes much faster than i had anticipated. the dull thud of his footsteps trudging up the stairs are enough to capture my attention and pull me out of whatever trance i am subject to. my back falls back against the bed, shoulders slacking with the intent of looking as relaxed as possible, even if the current situation is the exact opposite. i wince when his presence makes itself known, attempting to conceal the uneasy look settling across my face.

"schatz, there you are." there’s no ill intent in his voice. infact it is sickly sweet, laced with an all-too innocent sense of security that on any other day would gravitate me towards him. this part of his day, when he would trudge into bed tiredly, was reserved just for me, for us, and it was something that we both looked forward to. but now it has fizzled out on my end, an excruciating discomfort habituating in its place, becoming harder to ignore with each passing second. the seemingly rigid walls into tom’s heart visibly crumble as he lets his guard down, his tired frame sinking into the soft mattress.

he leans his head against my arm, the limb tensing slightly in response to his touch. it feels wrong. how many other women felt him this close? the thought alone brings a sharp stab to my chest, its non-existent blade twisting within at the almost sickening idea of the same hands touching anybody else. with difficulty, i lift my arm up, heaving it to rest loosely across my torso. from the rigidness of my movement, tom senses that something isn’t right. whether it be impulse or a craving to feel me against him, he readjusts himself, grasping at any opportunity to weave himself even closer, my stiff demeanour offering him the upper hand.

the concept of control seems completely out of grasp now. although unaware, tom tears every remnant of serenity from my still frame, forcing me to follow his gaze and finally look into those eyes. his lips tug into a soft smile at the eye contact, pointer finger aimlessly grazing my lips. though emotionless, he appears to miss the look on my face, far too occupied with his own desires, no matter how light-hearted they seem.

“you have no idea how much i’ve missed you.” he mumbles against me, but when i dodge the kiss that he tries to place on my cheek, he finally pulls himself out of his selfish trance and realises that things aren’t as perfect as he had thought.

"hey, give me a kiss." his voice boarders the waters of hurt and confused, eyebrow furrowed with his eyes scanning my own desperately. when i don’t respond, he misjudges my silence for compliance, leaning downward to plant a soft kiss onto my lips. i don't reciprocate, remaining motionless, eyes wide open as he wraps his arms around me. he presses his lips harsher onto mine, desperation the clear motivator of his hurried movements. it quickly fades into concern when he realises the still lips that his own try to move against. breaking apart and surrendering his desire, he finally captures the hurt etched upon my expression, eyes trailing off into the blank wall behind him. he remains on top of me, his hand reaching to cup my cheek gently, the touch providing the exact opposite of consolation - instead allowing the bitter taste of resentment to settle along my tastebuds in place of his tender kiss. another woman felt those hands against her.

"look at me. what's wrong? did i do something?" his eyes scan mine desperately, feverishly attempting to fathom reasoning for my sudden standoffishness, all whilst his thumb rubs slow and soft circles along my cheek, an action which doesn't go unnoticed.

"did you think i wouldn't find out?" my jaw clenches, eyes narrowing as i finally push his body away. his confusion only intensifies as he collects himself as quickly as he can, scrambling to stand up and reduce our distance once again. his figure towers over mine, clearly failing to grasp the hint that i practically throw at him. if my actions aren’t able to spell it out for him, my words make what i want crystal clear.

“don’t touch me.”

though subtle, i notice the way he winces at my words, choosing to let them go for the time being. "what? baby what are you talking about? find out about what?" his chest rises up and down, expression totally readable, so much that i can sense his every thought, and it is terrifying. each second of silence thickens the already heavy air, so much that a heaviness begins to set in my chest.

i say nothing, instead walking toward the computer and switching it on. the screen lights up, the all too familiar video resuming from the point that i had left it. i grit my teeth, tempted to punch the screen and tom, both ideas becoming increasingly appealing. i turn to face him, remaining calm in spite of all brutal urges screaming out from within me, deciding to put them to bed.

"see for yourself. i'm sure you'd love a reminder of your little fling. she's very pretty, i'll give you that." his mouth opens to say something, quickly shutting with the realisation that he doesn’t have any words - none that would make the situation any better, anyway.

"shit, the paparazzi." he mumbles under his breath, massaging his temples a couple times before shutting the computer off, his eyes darkened as an unrecognisable look takes over. “schatz that isn't what it looks like, i promise you-"

"really? so i haven't just witnessed by boyfriend cheat on me with some blonde whore? you tell me you missed me? you seem to have got on swell without me.” my instinctive sarcasm soon burns out, replaced with an unexpected sadness, one that makes it next to impossible to remain composed.

"jesus christ. i wouldn't ever cheat on you. i don't even know who she is, georg said that he knew her so we let her hang out with us for the night. nothing happened, nothing at all. i love you and only you." he begins to get more defensive, voice raising slightly as he tries once again to move closer to me, an effort that even he knows is futile.

"what so you whisper in everyone's ear like that? you touch everyone's arm like that? you smile at everyone like that? i’m not as stupid as the whores you take to bed.” his excuses are almost laughable, and if my heart didn't feel so heavy with the realisation that he hasn't stayed faithful, i would probably laugh. my composure is deceptive, this soon coming to light with the coming of tears along my waterline.

"no, baby, please don't cry." he starts, protective instincts taking over in spite of the situation, his own eyes becoming glassy. when i shoot him a glare he knows to step back, though it is clear he wants nothing more than consoling me, as he usually would. now it is different, when he is the fuse that ignites this entirely fucked up situations "look, that's the only time i spoke to her the whole night. we were making a joke about georg, that's all."

"you must be kidding." my brows raise, searching his eyes for any hint of amusement, quickly understanding that he is being completely serious, this realisation only angering me more. “you know what? i’m leaving.” i attempt to move past him, struggling to progress even a few steps forward when he grabs my wrist, pulling me back in front of him. he is far too strong for me to put up a proper fight, but that doesn't stop me from trying my body tenses as i pull back, his grip only tightening, proving my efforts as worthless.

"can you just listen to me? i get that it looks bad but you're really overreacting here. Ive told you that nothing happened, why can't you just trust me?" he is no longer sympathetic. instead, his voice holds an anger within it that takes me aback slightly, his change in persona almost frightening. though his sudden defensiveness only alerts my suspicions more, silently reaffirming the fact that he has cheated, even if his words tell otherwise.

"trust you? fucking trust you? i have trusted you! and look where its gotten me. do you know how hard it is to have your boyfriend leave for months? no contact besides from a ten minute call every day, not a kiss, a hug, nothing! and this is what i see from your tour. what the fuck am i supposed to do with that?" i raise my voice, its harshness mirroring tom's as i finally manage to writhe myself out of his grip, now standing a few feet away from him. he clenches his jaw, looking to the side as silence takes over, its presence only brief however, soon destroyed by the sound of his voice, far louder than it had been through the course of the argument.

"i'm sorry that i don't have a normal career, okay? i've told you so many times that i don't have eyes for anyone else. every single night on tour i go back to the hotel early, because i miss you! and you can't even trust me!" he stops suddenly, almost as if he is contemplating his next words, enduring a silent battle between his mouth and his heart, knowing that both are leading him in different directions. i wait for his response, noticing the way that his expression darkens, eyes refusing to meet my own.

"well? that's all you have to fucking say? you seemed pretty comfortable with her. do you know how much that hurts? why am i not good enough for you?"

"stop it. you know you're good enough for me. don't say shit like that." he is quick to cut me off, his voice laced with disbelief, clearly failing to understand how i could come to such a conclusion.

"do i? seeing shit like that pretty much reminds me why i'm not-"

"look, maybe if you weren't such an insecure bitch then this wouldn't be a problem!" my face drops, lips parting slightly as i pray that my ears deceive me, creating their own truth, one distorted and far from reality. i stay silent, far too astounded to produce any witty comeback, or even look into his eyes. the silence between us is louder than any words spoken, and even more painful than those left unsaid. when i quickly take a glance at him, he realises his mistake just as fast as he had spoken. regret flashes across his face, his expression softening as he walks toward me. i nod slowly, far too defeated to argue back, wrapping my arms around my small frame and walking past him, my entire body shaking slightly as i sob.

"fuck- i didn't mean that. i'm so sorry, god i'm sorry baby." he spews out incoherent apologies, though i am far too hurt to comprehend them, instead tuning them out as i walk out of the room, closing the door harshly behind me.

it doesn’t take long for him to follow, his hurried pleas sounding from behind me. i am far too angry to listen, rushing down the stairs and into the hallway, scrambling for the nearest pair of shoes that i can find. his rambling quickly turns from frantic to desperate when he picks up on the reality of the situation, soon understanding that we are far beyond a kiss and an apology to resolve this.

“wait, hold on schatz. can we please talk about this? don’t leave me, please. i love you so much.” he tries to conceal the small sob that escapes his lips, but i notice it, the almost inaudible sound enough to make me reconsider my choices. but when his arm wraps around my wrist, though not with enough pressure to hurt, i know that forgiving him would be stupid.

“let go of me. i’m leaving for a while. do whatever you want, i don’t care.” my voice is surprisingly calm, the coarseness within it somehow washing away with each shallow breath i take. but the softness of my tone doesn’t match the strength of my movements as i yank myself from his grasp, reaching for my keys and clutching the door handle before he can stop me. i hesitate for a moment, taking a second to look back at him as he continues to spew out his apologies, mixed with incoherent promises that he loves me, along with his own tears that begin to fall from his eyes.

“bye tom.”

please come home, i’m so sorry - 8:35pm

baby? - 8:35pm

i love you so much - 8:36pm

i promise i didn’t cheat - 8:36pm

can we talk about this? - 8:37pm

please tell me you’re safe - 8:39pm

sure, tom and i had arguments just as every couple did. but when i showed up at my best friend’s house, makeup smudged and eyes bloodshot, she knew that this one was more than just a disagreement on who’s turn it was to make dinner. it was obvious that she had questions, but my delirious state was enough of a motive to save those for another time, instead choosing to rush me inside and wrap me up in blankets on her small couch, insisting that we order takeout and watch movies until i calmed down.

“he’s still texting you?” she questions, referring to my phone vibrating yet again, as it had been for the past hour. i nod my head weakly, body sprawled across her couch, shuffling over to make room for the small brunette beside me. she offers a sympathetic smile, handing me a pint of ice cream and sinking into the cushions.

“i’m sorry.” she says, reaching over and pulling me into a hug, noticing the glassy sheet that forms over my eyes, squeezing me even tighter. “boys are assholes.”

i nod in agreement, hearing my phone vibrate once again, this time not even taking the time to look at the message. they had gotten pretty predictable as they became more frequent - either telling me that he loves me, or that he wants me to come home.

“you’re welcome here as long as you need, okay?” she fills in the silence, recognising that all i need is consolation right now, creating a conversation not on the top of my list of priorities. i mutter a small thank you, feeling my eyes becoming heavy.

the beginning of a new day somehow intensifies the feeling within the pit of my stomach, the exact opposite of what i expected from a fresh start. now that i have settled down, the reality of it all feels like a fresh wound, one that i can’t envision myself ever healing from. though any time to endeavour into the complex puzzle of my emotions is drowned out by the all too familiar sound of my phone vibrating, and this time i have lost every ounce of self-control, reaching over to the small device embarrassingly fast. the bright light emitting from the screen causes my eyes to squint as i adjust, vision slowly clearing to reveal at least a hundred unread text messages, each one from tom. my sympathetic nature gets the better of me, a wave of guilt taking over as his messages spring from concerned, to apologetic, to borderline insane at my disappearance. i groan internally, quickly realising that i can’t hide forever, no matter how much i convince myself that it is the safer option.

luckily the task of getting myself ready to go back home isn’t a particularly long one. my jeans begin to dig into my sides, a rather unpleasant yet convenient reminder that i am still wearing the same clothes as the day before. quiet snores from the bedroom alert me to sleeping body of my friend, a small chuckle leaving my lips at the sound. i decide against disturbing her, instead scribbling a messy note and sticking it on the fridge, hoping that she’ll understand.

- going back home, thank you for all ur help. i’ll keep you updated, love you

the house is silent as i enter it, the lack of noise almost eerie though short lived when i place my keys on the table, the metal clattering with a small thud. there is no sign of tom, not even the sound of a tv from the living room, or the quiet sizzle of fresh food, indicating that he is making breakfast as he would every morning. though it seems that i hadn’t entered as quietly as i had hoped, the sound of tom’s steps, quick and erratic, echoing from the kitchen, getting louder and louder until he is standing in front of me.

our distance is temporary, quickly diminished as he takes me into his arms, pressing his lips against mine with as much strength as he can muster. i only realise just how anxious he has been when his palms cup my cheeks. they are shaking, the skin cold against my own as his entire body begins to tremble, my stomach sinking. he is crying. in spite of his vulnerability, he is the first to pull away, firmly wrapping his arms around my frame and hugging me tightly.

“god i love you, i love you so much. i thought you weren’t coming back.” he struggles to get his words out, a mixture of incoherent sobs and quiet sniffles accompanying his speech. his grip only tightens, hands running up and down my back as he repeatedly kisses my hair, tears continuing to fall down his cheeks. my arms remain firmly by my side, sympathetic enough to allow him this small touch, yet no where near as forgiving to consider returning the act.

“are you okay?” he becomes worried, putting his emotions aside and finally separating his body from mine. his calloused fingers run over the smooth skin of my arms, looking for any sign of harm. even though he knows me well enough to guess that i had gone somewhere safe, his protective instincts kick in, convincing him that the worst has happened.

“i’m fine.” i mumble, releasing myself from his grip and walking into the kitchen, taking a glass and pouring myself some water, my throat dry from the strain on my voice from the night before. he quickly follows behind, taking my hand in his. he notices my hesitation, running a thumb over the back of my hand in an attempt to soothe me, and somehow, it works. seeing him in front of me brings back memories of last night, their sting still painful and effects strong with the irritating onset of tears. tom sees this just as fast as i do, reaching upward to wipe them before they are able to fall.

“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry beautiful.” he whispers, his touch so gentle i almost don’t feel it. he replaces his thumb with his lips, kissing just below my eyes, damp with evidence of my upset.

“how could you?” i mumble, voice barely above a whisper as i struggle to make eye contact, tom’s own gaze pained. his eyes are bloodshot, cheeks red and blotchy and entire body still trembling slightly. his face softens at my question, and silence takes over for a few moments.

“i know. i know how it looks. i shouldn’t have gotten so close to her, not when i have you. but i promise you that i didn’t cheat. you’re everything i want and i’d be an idiot to throw that away. you have to believe me baby.” his voice begins to break, thumb running across my cheek and eyes staring into mine, scanning desperately for any sign that i am convinced. it isn’t the most detailed nor thought out explanation, but i know him enough to see that he is telling the truth.

“okay.” i nod my head and look to the floor, swallowing harshly in an attempt to calm my shallow breathing. his fingers come underneath my chin, gently pulling it upward so that i am facing him again. the pain is still there, regret etched upon his expression as seeing the woman he loves in such a state hurts him just as much as me leaving. he takes me in his arms, lifting me up and gently kissing me again. this time i reciprocate, a small sob leaving his lips as he recognises this, his hold on me only getting tighter. the previous lack of contact had affected more than i had realised, the small reassurance of my kiss enough to crumble his usually calm temperament.

“i love you.” he whispers against me, his lips bitter with the taste of tears. that doesn’t matter to me. pressing my mouth to his as harshly as i can, my arms wrap around his neck, bringing him in even closer. he holds me so tightly, like i may slip away, the fear of losing me all too real. my small hands cup his cheeks, attempting to deepen the kiss, though doing so unsuccessfully as his voice vibrates against me. he sounds broken, his request coming out as a desperate plea, cut off by a short sob. “please say it back. you haven’t this whole time and i-”

“i love you too.” i mumble against his lips. he holds me even tighter, something which i didn’t think was possible. but considering the realms of possibility is an activity for another day. i have no time to consider anything as he kisses me once again, his touch addictive, and more than enough to make me forget everything.

[taha-autoinsight-hub]

Farewell to Thunder: Embracing the Legacy of Dodge's V-8 Icons

Hey Tumblr fam! 🌟 It's time to hit the brakes and take a pit stop to reflect on an era that's leaving tire marks on our hearts. 🏎️ We're talking about the iconic Dodge Challenger and Charger bidding us adieu, concluding a chapter that's as thrilling as a drag race.

🚗 The Final Lap Unveiled: Picture this — the Stellantis factory in Brampton, Ontario, witnessing the last dance of the 2023 Dodge Challenger and Charger. The engines roared one last time, leaving behind a symphony of memories. But don't just take our word for it; dive into the blog for an intimate look at their grand farewell. [Insert Blog Link]

🔥 Farewell Tour Extravaganza: This wasn't your average goodbye; it was a spectacle. From exclusive special editions to the breathtaking Challenger SRT Demon 170, these machines bowed out in style. Check out the blog for behind-the-scenes glimpses and those exclusive factory worker photos that briefly surfaced on social media.

📽️ Rewind to the Classics: Let's time travel to the roots of the L platform, the architectural genius behind the Chrysler 300, Charger, and Challenger since 2004. More than just cars, they became cultural icons, making appearances in hip-hop videos and stealing the show in burnout spectacles. Relive the glory days and feel the pulse of their impact on the automotive scene.

🌈 The Road Ahead: But hey, it's not a goodbye forever! The Brampton factory is gearing up for a makeover, promising a rebirth with a revamped Jeep Compass and more. Get a sneak peek into the future at the Windsor Assembly Plant, where successors to the Charger and Challenger are set to make a jaw-dropping comeback.

🚀 Beyond Horizons: The blog doesn't just dwell on the past; it's a glimpse into the future. Electric powertrains, a Hurricane inline-six, and the promise of electrifying new EVs. The Chrysler 300 may be saying farewell, but its story evolves in ways that will keep you on the edge of your seat.

🌐 Dive In Deeper: Ready to embark on this thrilling journey? Your pit stop is just a click away. Hit the link and explore the world of American muscle cars, bid farewell to legends, and witness the dawn of a new automotive era. 🌟

🗣️ Join the Conversation: This isn't just a post; it's a conversation starter! Share your favorite memories, predictions for the future, and connect with fellow car enthusiasts in the comments. Let's keep the engine running and the Tumblr community buzzing! 🚗💬 #DodgeFarewell #MuscleCarMagic #AutomotiveJourney

[zupain]

How to Start an Online Business and Crush It! Step By Step

E-commerce Store Setup

Hey there, future online business Entrepreneur!

 Ready to dive into the exciting world of digital entrepreneurship? 🌐💼 Starting an online business is like embarking on an epic adventure, filled with thrills, challenges, and lots of virtual treasure to be found! So, let's get those creative juices flowing and set sail on this hilarious yet informative journey together! 🤩🚢 1️⃣ 

Idea Time! 💡🤔

First things first, brainstorm some wild and wacky ideas for your online business. Think outside the box! 🧠🌈 Need inspiration? How about a cat-themed subscription box? Meow-mazing!

2️⃣ Name Game! 🏷️🎉 Now, it's time to give your business a catchy name that'll make heads turn and eyebrows raise! 😜 Remember, the quirkier, the better! How about "The Funky Monkey Emporium" or "The Unicorn Tornado Shop"? Let your imagination run wild! 🦄🌪️

3️⃣ Build It! 👷‍♂️ Next up, start building your online empire! Set up a website or use a platform like no-code website builders to showcase your products or services. Just remember to make it look as snazzy as a disco ball on a Saturday night! ✨🕺

4️⃣ Spread the Word! 📢🗣️ Time to let the world know about your awesome new business! Get social on all the platforms, from Facebook to Instagram. Create hilarious memes, witty posts, and engaging videos to attract those customers like bees to honey! 🐝🍯

5️⃣ Money, Honey! 💰💸 Cha-ching! The sweet sound of success! Now, it's time to start making some moolah. Set up a secure payment system, offer irresistible deals, and let those virtual cash registers sing! 💵💃

6️⃣ Hustle Hard, Play Harder! 💪🎉 Running an online business is no joke, but that doesn't mean you can't have fun along the way! Work hard, hustle like a pro, and celebrate every little win with a silly dance or a victory cartwheel! 🤸‍♀️🎊 mistake. So, gear up and ready to rock the digital world like nobody's business!

Well to start an online business, You'll need a platform that can handle it all - shipping, payments, order management, and even your social media pages! 📦💸📝Introducing Zupain, the ultimate tool that lets you create a stunning website with just a few clicks! 🎉✨

No need to stress over complicated setups - we've got you covered! 😉🙌 As an Indian seller, we know you'd rather have someone else create your website for you (because who has time for that, right? 😅). Unlike those other e-commerce websites where you have to DO IT YOURSELF, Zupain is here to make your life easier! 💪🌟 So why wait? Get started with Zupain today and unleash the power of your online business! 💥💻💼

[guideclever]

📸🤔"Is Nikon Better Than Canon?"🤔📸

📷🌟 Hey photography enthusiasts! I know many of you have been debating this age-old question: Nikon or Canon? 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♀️ It's a topic that's sparked countless conversations and friendly arguments among photographers, and it's time we dive into it once again!

📷🤩Both Nikon and Canon have their unique strengths, and it ultimately boils down to your personal preferences and needs.

📸❤️Nikon lovers, tell us why you swear by your Nikon gear!

📸💙Canon fans, share your reasons for staying loyal to the Canon brand!

🗣️👇Let's keep it friendly and constructive, folks! We're all part of this amazing photography community, and we can learn from each other's experiences. So, whether you're a Nikonian or a Canonite, drop your thoughts and experiences in the comments below!

📖🔍And if you want to dive deeper into this discussion, check out my latest blog post where I explore the Nikon vs. Canon debate in detail: https://guideclever.com/is-nikon-better-than-canon/

📸✨Remember, it's not about which brand is "better," but rather which one suits your style and needs as a photographer.

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

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Original Characters🦄

Call of Duty Modern Warfare OCs :

Charlotte "Jade" Le Jardin (paired with Ghost) -> #charlotte jade le jardin

Eleanor "Ladybug" Graham (paired with Gaz) -> #eleanor ladybug graham

Barandos "Bara" Tarigan -> #barandos bara tarigan

Call of Duty Black Ops OCs :

Oscar "Jeweler" Fletcher (Jade's handler) -> #oscar jeweler fletcher

Eli "Garnet" Le Jardin (Jade's father) -> #eli garnet le jardin

Gracie "Ruby" Le Jardin (Jade's mother) -> #gracie ruby le jardin

God of War OC :

Silja Freyrsdottir (paired with Heimdall) -> #silja freyrsdottir

Equipments I Use :

Software - CLIP Studio Paint EX

Laptop - Lenovo Legion Y7000

Drawing Tablet - Huion Kamvas 16 4KHD

Character Sheets, Guides, and Assets :

Jade's Character Introduction 🌹📄

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MWII Characters/Operators Gears Guides Masterlist ⚙️ by @shadeops21

PDF File of MWII Operators Gears Guide by @shadeops21 ⚙️📁

Color Palettes I Use for Coloring 🖍️

Reboot!MW Tattoo Assets 🖌️

Ghost's Tattoo 💀

Alex Keller's Tattoo 🦿

Soap's Tattoo 🧼

Art Tutorials by Me👩‍🎨

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Side Profile 🗣️

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Camo Pattern 🍃🍂

You might come here or follow me after seeing one of my arts, posts, or memes. My blog mostly posts about my arts, thoughts, memes, or comics related to CoD. Let me introduce myself (´･ᴗ･ ` )

This post isn't that long, but please read until the disclaimer.

I'm SleepyConfusedPotato. I'm Sleepy, and I like any form of potatoes. I love Simon "Ghost" Riley with every fibre of my being.

General

I'm a 21-year-old fetus artist trying to make her way in the world. (18/05/02)

I'm a Visual Communication Design major in Bandung Institute of Technology (DKV ITB)

Proud Indonesian based in Jakarta. (GMT/UTC +07.00)

I'm a practicing Protestant Christian.

I love every form of art. Visual, music, and dance. Mainly visual.

I usually listen to music when I draw which is 24/7. If you're like me whose job is staring at a screen all the time, feel free to follow my Spotify Sleepy Confused Potato and my playlists are yours to hear! (my playlists are my OC couples with tropes like friends to lovers, forbidden love, slow burn, lovers to enemies, and stuff UWU) (ﾉ・ω・)ﾉ♫ They are my main inspiration to draw comics.

I dream to have my own Webtoon series.

I love making comics, usually romance or comedy themed. I'm a fluff and hurt/comfort advocate („• ᴗ •„)

I'm an INFJ-A, Enneagram 2.

Fandoms/Interests :

Call of Duty (mostly Modern Warfare) - TF 141 are my comfort characters. (Capt. Price, Soap, Ghost my beloved, Roach, and my OC Jade)

Assassin's Creed - All members of Kenway Family, Shay Cormac, Frye Twins, Arno Dorian, and Bayek of Siwa.

Overwatch

Red Dead Redemption

GTA

I like K-Pop music cuz you can't lie. It is good music and they can dance. They are artists (I love EXO). Also K-Dramas.

Not Interested in :

Politics or social issues (I'm not here for that)

NSFW

Any form of rape/abuse/sexual assault, incest/pedophilia

General negativity

DISCLAIMER :

You're free too interact with me as long as you're kind and nice :D

I'm a practicing Protestant Christian. However, I'm not here to enforce my religion on anyone. I'm here to fangirl about the things that I love and passionate about. I'm open to interact with anyone regardless of anything you identify as or who you love. This only means that I must put a boundary on what I can or cannot draw. Please understand this.

If you want to send me DM's or asks to belittle me or say something mean then please don't bother. I'm broke, I sleep 3 hours a day, my eyes hurt, my back hurts, my butt hurts cuz I'm sitting 24/7, my hands and wrists hurt, I'm hungry, and I don't need more problems. Please don't waste your time. Have mercy on me.

I read every single asks and DM's you send me. If I don't answer or reply, that means I don't know how to answer because I'm awkward like that, or I'm sleeping or napping d(TvT)b

You are free to use my arts as your Icon/pfp or header or anything publicly, but please put my name @sleepyconfusedpotato. Do not repost, nor claim it as your own. It is a basic art ethics.

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All in all, welcome to my blog! Stay positive, stay happy and have a nice day! ヽ(o＾▽＾o)ノ

[guideclever]

🎙Troubleshooting Google Meet Microphone Issues🎙️

Hey there, tech-savvy friends! 🤖 Dealing with microphone gremlins during your important Google Meet calls? Don't fret – I've got some troubleshooting tips on my latest blog post to save the day! 🚀

🔹 Check Your Settings: It's easy to overlook the obvious – make sure your microphone is selected as the input device in Google Meet's settings. Click on the gear icon before joining a call to double-check.

🔹 Permissions Matter: Sometimes, browser permissions can be a pesky issue. Ensure that Google Meet has the necessary microphone permissions. Look for the padlock icon in the address bar.

🔹 Mic Check 1, 2: Run a quick mic test using Google's microphone test tool or any voice recorder app. If you can't hear yourself, the issue might be hardware-related.

🔹 Reboot & Refresh: Classic, but effective! Restart your browser or device before the call. It works wonders in fixing unexpected hiccups.

🔹 Device Settings: Your device's system settings can also play a role. Check your computer or phone's sound settings to make sure the microphone is enabled and levels are adjusted properly.

🔹 Update All the Things: Outdated browser? Firmware in the Stone Age? Update everything – browser, OS, and app – to dodge compatibility issues.

🔹 Chrome Extensions: Certain browser extensions can interfere with microphone access. Temporarily disable extensions or try a different browser.

Want more in-depth solutions? Head over to my blog post for detailed steps and additional tips to conquer those microphone blues and have your voice heard loud and clear in your next Google Meet call. 🗣️💬 Check it out here: https://guideclever.com/troubleshooting-google-meet-microphone-issues/

Remember, you're not alone in this! These tips should help you navigate your way through the microphone maze. And if all else fails, it might be time to reach out to our trusty IT support. Happy virtual conferencing! 📹✨