#and i wont stop reminding myself about it

[unicornsaures]

ill forever adore going through my old sketchbooks because its like going through memories i never knew i had

[faunandfloraas]

It is kinda funny seeing people talk about Seungmin lately because he definitely has gotten more bold and confident for sure. He's also just getting opportunities to be perceived as an individual on his own as well for the first time in a while but it's still jarring to see people be like Aw he was always such a quiet goodie two shoes little nerd and it's like...... he was the one to leave and seek out his own vocal coach and blatantly talk about it, which of course lead to I.N and Lee Know also doing the same, he was the one to go on bubble and tell off sasaengs who used to camp outside their old dorm for invading members privacy but also because it effected other residents and staff at the complex, something that i'm certain upper management wouldnt have been happy about, and he wasn't curt or nice about it either. like he's never actually been a wallflower, he's always had a pretty strong backbone and seems to stick to his principals, its not really new.

[mainfaggot]

I went to my lab and survived despite having cried all morning 👍🏼 and despite tim hortons fucking up my order...........

[todayisafridaynight]

and if i think of jo being really good at extremely niche things for masato's sake who's going to stop me

[theonlythingimfuckingisstupid]

anybody else feel like this is all there is and it’s never gonna end?

[bmpmp3]

its wild what amvs can do to you. like 10-15 years ago i saw someone’s fanmade animation of the titular three from warriors power of three animated to the fall out boy song thnks fr th mmrs with each verse coinciding to a different character, if i recall correctly it was hollyleaf (”who does he think he is?” ashfur maybe? or whats his nuts. breezepelt) then jayfeather (crystal ball -> the stick) and then the bridge was for lionblaze (lovers - all his heathertail stuff), and like i dont remember who made the animation and i havent seen it in probably over a decade BUT because of that amv i eternally and forever think that song is about three characters separate but interlocking interpersonal drama instead of. what its actually about. breakup booty calls?

[mingot-studios]

if i like something thats flawed then It must mean i or my taste is flawed and i cant have that no sir

[plutonianeris]

❝mars in the 6th house❞

This is how mars in the 6th house has manifested for me.

With my 6th house mars placement I tend to make my daily activities into games or challenges. In my head I’m always like okay let’s see how long it takes me to do xyz. It makes me feel accomplished to get stuff down.

The downside to all of that is the stress I put on my body. Sometimes I don’t know when to stop and I keep pushing through until I feel burned out. Over the years I have gotten better and reminding myself to slow down and be more mindful throughout out the day.

I have always had very high paced busy jobs. The couple times where I had a more low stakes, relaxed job I would start off thinking I was going to enjoy it and then I would hate it. It would just make the day drag on so long. I like feeling challenged and when I am busy the day goes by faster. When I was around 15 I got my first job at a restaurant and it would get extremely busy and chaotic as fuck and honestly I loved it. The dining room would get so full, people were chattering all the time and we would all be in the back running around like chickens with their heads cut off, bumping into each other. Some of my coworkers would get frustrated which is fair but honestly it felt like a game to me. I worked there until I was 19. I have a higher paying, more “professional” job now but to this day that was the most fun job I’ve had.

I have worked at many different places, but the posts that state mars in the 6th house will give you coworkers being jealous and trying to start shit are 100% right. In every job I have had there were coworkers that saw me as threat or would try to start shit with me. I once worked at a hospital when I was in college and the girls working with me (Who were 2-3 years actually older than me) were so hateful and weird. They would constantly be looking at me, gossiping (or straight up trying to argue) and one time one of them lied to the supervisor saying I was slacking off when I wasn’t (literally trying to sabotage my job).

A male coworker there at the time told me they were just hating. I do believe that they were because they were being weird and messy but I also think he was trying to flirt with me..

The rumors are true about your coworkers crushing on you with this placement. And vice versa for me as well at times. It has gone from flirting with coworkers to me actually sleeping with a coworker once. However those times it was never anything serious, more like in the moment things. 6th house placements really know what it means to have a work husband/ wife lol.

another thing about jobs, when people try to start shit it use to get me riled up and I would let people get under my skin (when I was younger). NOW, I laugh and even though it still makes me annoyed, it makes me feel even more motivated to be the best at what I am doing.

I am also quick to leave a job once it has run its course. I am not that emotional when it comes to leaving and starting over somewhere else.

I lose weight very fast. I don’t mean in the sense that I have high metabolism. I mean that if gain weight and I decide I want to lose it, I do simple workouts and in a relatively short time its gone. Its not an unhealthy or harmful way. It makes sense considering mars is action and speed and the 6th house is daily routines and my body and health. Honestly if you have this placement and you are stressing over meal plans or planning specific workouts, just do simple ones and walk more and it wont be as hard as you thought.

I do have a high libido, especially when I am in a relationship. Having a healthy and satisfying sexual relationship is important to me.

I don’t get sick very often and when I do, I fight it off in 1-3 days.

I can be very impulsive in my daily and routines, sometimes harshly. Like I might brush my hair very roughly without realizing or apply lotion onto my skin in a heedless manner. That is something that I did not like and I try to remind myself to treat my body with gentle hands.

My impulsive behavior was worse when I was kid. For example, if I could not get a necklace off of me or bracelet, it would make me so angry and kind of panicked, I would rip it off even if it meant it might break I didn’t care. Me doing what I wanted and feeling free mattered more than whatever I was wearing. This was however another thing I tried to improve on.

Growing up, in my daily routines people use to be mad aggressive towards me as well. Don’t get me wrong, I knew when I was annoying or pushing someones buttons, but the random spurts of anger at me would be very unwarranted.

I feel like at times I can be very guarded as well or tense. When I am angry, I feel it first in my chest and then my stomach will hurt. I don’t like getting worked up because although I can emotionally regulate, it still takes my body a while to calm down. When I was a teenager it would take a long ass time of me practically seething or cursing. Now after a couple deep breaths I’m good.

Mars is aggressive and the 6th house is my health and body and I have definitely taken my anger out on myself as well. My home life had always been very chaotic as a kid and I started self harming at 12 years old and then I stopped when I was around 17 years old.

On a more positive note, I love taking care of my body now. I would never treat it like my enemy or be so careless with myself like I use to. I like working out. I like feeling strong. And also theres a bonus of feeling hot as fuck when I am naked. When Megan thee stallion said, “ When I'm in the gym I think about bitches that I'm shitting on,” I really felt that 💋🔥

[sardonic-the-writer]

—amsterdam

SUMMARY | agreeing to come along with the group to amsterdam to participate in not one, but two tom simons videos, can get a little crazy

PAIRING | cc!tommyinnit x reader

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WORD COUNT | 1.1k+

AUTHORS NOTES | the tom simons channel is probably my favorite vlog channel ever

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This was the third time Charlie had destroyed your lego creation, and you were this close to locking him out of the room.

"I swear to god you fucker—" Another blocky build crumbled to peices as the brunette slapped his hand down on your own pair, laughing good naturedly all the while.

"Phiiiiil!" You turned your torso halfway to whine at the other man in the generic hotel room, who was looking at his phone blandly while resting on the foot of a bed opposite you. "Tell Charlie to stop being an asshole before I bite him!"

"Stop being an asshole to them Charlie before they bite you. And they will, it's not just a threat mate." The middle aged man echoed back without so much as looking up from his phone.

"Wow. Gee thanks Phil. Glad to know my pain and suffering is less important than your phon—Charlie I swear to fucking god!! One more time, and I mean it, one more time and I'm going to sic Tubbo on you in the video tomorrow!" You had since stopped looking at Phil, now scooping as many stray legos as you could close to your chest while Charlie attempted to steal them away from you.

"I paid for these with my own twitch prime! Back! Back, I say."

"Noooo." Charlie made a sound that reminded you of a gremlin, wiggling his fingers comically while trying to take more out of your pile. "The lego goblin must have his legos!!! Otherwise he may become, the tickle monster!"

"Oh no he fucking wont." You deadpanned at Charlie. He just smiled back at you innocently before wiggling his fingers once more and lunging for you, nearly knocking you both into Phil on the other bed with the effort of it.

"Take that, you hoarder!" He laughed, glasses knocked askew as his hands viciously attacked your sides with pokes and jabs as you screamed.

"Jesus fucking christ you two!!" Phil was looking at the both of you on the floor, clutching his phone to his chest in surprise while laughing.

"Phil! Help me! I'm dying! Tell my wife that—that I love her." You choked out a surprisingly loud and shocking gasp before going limp, your tounge dramatically lolling out of your mouth the way a cartoon character's might.

It was a lot harder than you thought it would be to hold in your laughter as you watched Charlie fall to his knees somberly, listening as he wailed on about how he had 'killed' you. It was even harder when you got a glimpse of Phil sitting above you, stuffing his fist in his mouth to try not to laugh at the two of you.

"—ow will I ever redeem myself!? I'll be tried in court, given years of prison time! I'll never make it in there! I'm too soft, too—oh hey Tommy."

You immediately scrambled to get to your feet alongside Charlie at that revelation, the both of you adjusting your disheviled appearances the best you could all while Phil cackled.

"Hey Toms." You smiled crookedly, trying to look nonchalaunt as possible while looking at the confused face of the boy currently peaking his head into your hotel room. Light from the hallway was now peaking into the room, washing over the few shadows left from spare luggage and souvenir bags people had left lying on the floor.

"What the fuck are you guys doing in here?" He furrowed his brows, laughing lightly at how put of breath everyone was. "We can hear you all the way across the wall. Wil sent me over here to get you to shut up. Managment was looking pretty upset when I was making my way over here too. Might be because I stole some candy from the reception desk earlier too though." He muttered the last bit quieter, covering it up poorly with a cough before looking back at you.

"Oh. Uh, sorry about that. Well, I died for a little bit, I think?" You scratched the back of your neck. Charlie nodded vigorously. A bit too vigorously to be discussing the topic of your supposed death if you were being honest.

"Yes. And from natural causes. Definitely not murder of any sorts! No, not at all! An all natural one. All natural death that is."

Tommy just tilted his head in Phil's direction, clearly not believing either of your very convincing tales.

"They were having a tickle fight over the legos you lot bought earlier." He ignored you and Charlie's whines to shut up as he talked to Tommy, who by now was laughing.

"A tickle fight?" He stepped forward and closed the door behind him, blue eyes shining with mischief as he grinned. "Without me? For shame you bastards."

"No. Tommy dont you dare, I know what you're thinking, mate. No no no I'm not about to let all of you just—and there you go. For christ's sake, Wil's going to kill me."

Phil backed away further on the bed, just nearly being missed as Tommy jumped onto Charlie and sent him sprawling, the two of them rolling around in a blur of colors in the hotel room while each tried to overpower the other.

You yourself were practically kneeling over with laughter, pumping a fist in the air while rooting for Tommy, only stopping at one point to pick up Charlie's glasses off the ground so they wouldn't get crushed in all the chaos.

It didn't last long, really, before Charlie let out a guttural cry and replicated what you had done earlier, falling limp as if he was now nothing but a corpse on a battlefield.

"And the winner is Tommathy Innit!!" You hollered cheerfully despite the groans of Phil to shut up, beaming at Tommy as he stood triumphantly, Charlie laying on the ground below spread out like a starfish. A very sweaty, very exhausted starfish. You imagined that you didn't look much different from him at the time though.

"Thank you, thank you! Really!" Tommy was now parading around the small confines of the room with his nose in the air. Doing what sounded like a very bad impression of a snooty car salesman as he went. "I'd like to thank my many wives, including Philza Minecraft's, and—oof!"

Everyone laughed as they watched Tommy shakily raise a fist from where he was now lying face first on the carpet, shooting a thumbs up to let you all know that he was okay from his sudden trip over a luggage bag.

"Graceful mate. Real graceful. Watch out for the suitcases next time though, Tommy."

"Fuck you lot." Was all he said before dissolving into laughter, most everyone following suit.

[ddejavvu]

i would run to you and my heart won't change please !! for spencer

"who did this to you?" but youre enemies !!!!

come celebrate 5.7k with me!

combined with: congrats for 5.7k! it's so well deserved. can we have my heart wont change with spencer reid and "let me take care of you."? ty <3

thank you so much!! <3

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Crying in the FBI stairwell was not the way you'd expected to start your day. First, you'd woken up too early to your alarms, but you were unable to go back to sleep.

Then you'd stepped into your bathroom to find it flooded, your leaky plumbing sabotaging your somewhat relaxing morning. You'd slipped in the water on the floor, smacking your cheek on the counter on the way down. It was humiliating, it was painful, and it left a mark.

Next was the stain on your favorite sweater. It was coffee, and it was dried right into the left sleeve, rendering it too unprofessional to wear to work.

Then, your shoes had a spiderweb in them. You weren't sure how, because the bug would have only had about eight hours to spin it, but apparently it worked fast.

You had forgotten breakfast on the way out and you were too early to catch a local diner for a meal, so you arrived at the office grumpy, tired, and hungry.

You hadn't caught the elevator. That had been the final straw. The first tear had spilled when you were just three steps up towards the office, and the rest flowed like a river as you hunched over in the stairwell.

You didn't know why you weren't being more cautious. You were alone at an odd hour in an isolated, soundproofed place. You supposed the security that came from it being a government building made you think nothing bad could happen, but of course, the worst thing happened.

Not murder. Though his voice was murder on your ears. Not kidnapping. Though you'd rather be stuffed into the back of a van than see his stupid face. Satan himself could have ripped your soul from your body, and you'd be relieved that it wasn't Spencer Reid walking towards you.

But it was.

He came at you with concern shining in those stupid doe eyes of his, then he recognized you through your puffy cheeks and messy makeup.

He backed away slightly, hesitance evident in the way that he awkwardly lingered, "Y/L/N?"

"Reid," You spat, "Walk away."

"I.. I can't leave you here."

"Yes you can," You gritted your teeth, pressing the palms of your hands into your eyes until hazy patterns flashed through your vision, "Go."

You felt hands on your wrists before you heard his voice again, but it came when you flinched away from him, "Stop, you're gonna hurt your eyes."

Your vision was blurry, but you didn't want to admit it. He pried your hands away from your face, crouching on the step below you to peer cautiously into your eyes.

His gaze caught the spot on your cheek and his eyes darkened, a nervous frown tugging his lips down, "Y/L/N, who did this to you?"

"Myself," You laughed dryly, "I slipped and fell."

Reid gave you a skeptical look, "Do you know how many domestic violence victims say that? That's one of the most common excuses for a suspicious bruise."

"I'm not being abused," You huffed, though somewhere deep down inside you appreciate his concern, "I really did slip and fall. My bathroom was flooded this morning, and I hit the counter on the way down."

Reid drew his lips between his teeth, gnawing on them gently while one of his slender hands dug through his bag. He came out with a cold pack, the shiny plastic bag advertising a 'quick freezing rate'.

"I keep them for when we go to hotter states," He explains, "Just squeeze it, it'll get cold."

You narrowed your eyes at him from your higher stair, "Why?"

"So you can ice it," He gestured to your bruise, "It won't hurt as much, the cold helps with-"

"I know how it works," You rolled your eyes exasperatedly, "I was asking why you were doing this."

He seemed slightly taken aback by your question, "I.. I wasn't just going to keep it to myself. You needed it."

"You didn't have to stay," You reminded him, watching as he squeezed the cold pack gently and held it out to you. You didn't take it, electing to monitor his facial expression instead.

It turned sour. His brows dipped at your refusal of his help, and he reached forwards, pressing the cold pack to your cheek. You tried leaning away from him but his other hand flew to the back of your neck, keeping your head stationary.

'Just let me take care of you," He huffed frustratedly, then seemed to realize the weight of his words. His cheeks flared red, the blush spreading down his neck and to his ears. You stopped fighting him, though, so it had worked.

"Does this mean you'll be nice to me in the office now?" You raised an eyebrow, your cheek bared as he kept the cold pack firmly over your bruise.

"Maybe in the office," He mused, "Not in the field though."

"Asshole," You seethed, teasingly shoving his shoulder as an incredulous scoff escaped your mouth. You watched his lips quirk up at one corner, a cocky expression you'd never seen on him.

"Is it helping?" He asked, his arm still straight out in front of him while his hand laid against your cheek.

"I think so," You reluctantly admitted, "Reid?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you. For.. this."

He seemed to know what you were talking about, even if you didn't say it: thank you for being civil.

"Of- Of course," He blinked rapidly, letting you take the ice pack out of his hands to hold it yourself, "I usually have a ton of those, so if you ever slip and fall again..."

"I know who to call." You nodded once at him, hauling yourself up onto your feet. The cold pack was as calming as it was healing, and you felt your tears receding by the second. You let a teasing grin grace your features for a moment, "Probably wouldn't answer, though. Technophobe."

You spat the word at him like an insult, and he rolled his eyes, "I have a phone, Y/L/N."

You began your ascent towards the office and he followed, jogging up the stairs beside you, "And if I thought it was work I'd pick up."

"You have a brick," You corrected him, picturing the little outdated flip phone he insisted on saving, "I'm surprised you can call anyone but 911 on that thing."

"It works perfectly fine!" He insisted, his hands slapping his sides in a huff, "I don't know why you guys need to tease me about it constantly. It's not broken, I won't fix it."

"Can you take pictures on it?" You pressed on, unphased by his protests, "Or do you have an old-timey film camera in your bag to do that? Wait, lemme guess! You have to drape a curtain over yourself to take the picture, and squeeze the.. the thingy."

"The thingy?" He raised an eyebrow at you as you reached the BAU's floor, "You shouldn't be teasing me if you don't even know what you're saying."

"Whatever," You gripe, setting your bag down at your desk and glaring amusedly at him, "You're ancient."

"I'm thirty!"

[reorientation]

okay nothing in this world has ever made me flood with need the way seeing my asks linked and tagged as 'respect anon' did. little update - ive been getting railed so often (11 times total now since mid november) that i have a bruised cervix. it hurts in such a delicious way, makes me hyperaware of what i am, almost feels reminiscent of cramps.

my original hookup ive now seen six times, and he wants to see me once a week minimum. the way he murmurs "good girl" so encouragingly to me, his strength, and the insanely erotic feeling of him breeding me, have all bewitched me. the texture of semen exploding into a wet cunt is so unique and im obsessed, its a different consistency from my own wetness, so i can always feel the exact moment hes fucking his sperm into my fertile body, even when i dont feel him throbbing through it (which i usually can).

other than him, ive fucked four other guys in the last month. each and every one of them came in me bare. i hoped a few times would sate me but if anything its fanning the flames. on my neediest day i had three guys come over one after another to fill me, the first was my original guy, and the other two were completely random, and they all treated me so perfectly honestly.

the third one in particular fulfilled my need to have a real man coax me into admitting my real name, he fucked me hard and fast and used his filthy tongue to slip into my subconscious mind and loosen my inhibitions until he got it out of me. then he used it over and over again while he fucked a baby into me, slapped my well-bred pussy till i begged him to stop, then held me so tightly. i felt so dazed and safe and feminine in his arms.

it feels so good to have a man respect me enough to give me what i really need, especially when im being brave enough to ask for something i was so afraid to even acknowledge about myself. and it especially feels good when he looks right into my eyes while pounding me and reminding me of the truth.

fuck sorry for multiple asks i literally just cannot stop thinking about being dubbed 'respect anon' its driving me crazy. i can feel my pulse everywhere, but it seems to pool in the places that make me a woman: my clit, my pussy lips, my aching dripping vagina, and my breasts. i can feel my pulse in my fucking nipples. and also usually my temples but thats off theme.

i cant get over how good it feels to be fucked. i never in a million years expected how endlessly perfect it would be, ive found partners that emanate joy together with me and its so much fun and so erotic. the original guy in particular, just takes so much joy in fixing me and in enjoying my cunt, i often end up watching the filthy reactions on his face as he watches my pussy clench around him. he watches us join together as one, my cunt singing with pleasure, i always ask him if theres anything else i can do for him and he almost always says "lay back and take it." like, yes sir!

once i was riding him and his hands were clenching my hips tight, i love riding because it makes my breasts bounce and heave so deliciously. he was staring at them, i was moaning like a bitch in heat feeling him stretch me out in an angle we dont normally do, and suddenly he looked me in the eye and said "you have a womans body." swear if id been on my back i would have orgasmed right then and there. he sometimes goes back and forth in what gendered terms he uses and it keeps my mind spinning with confusion and desperation. we are both bi and im pretty sure our current dynamic is heaven for us both.

there are so many filthy details i want to share with you. feels like i could babble all day about the things that have happened, but it all boils down to this: im a woman, obsessed with taking cock, finally letting herself enjoy some wonderful company, and it wont be long until im the sluttiest pregnant girl grindr has ever seen, hahahah.

respect anon back with one last thought because ive been obsessively rereading your two responses to me so far. when i begged him to refeminize me, "it doesn't even sound like he was surprised." nope! in fact he laughed at me, he laughed and said "fuuck yes." in that moment, i knew that he had already known, and was waiting to see if id admit it. with him, i have this manic energy where i come off completely insane over text, and his steady energy only serves to wind me up more. i think he knew id cave and beg to be detransitioned, my pics are all pretty high femme and lets just say im not ever subtle about my femininity.

the weird thing is, i only have that manic energy with him. i dont know if its because hes genuinely the hottest guy ive ever met, or because he took my virginity, or because he succeeded in breaking my mind. but the other guys ive slept with, while they blow my mind and show me what im for, i dont make such a fool of myself to them.

genuinely with him i have lost all semblance of self-respect and it proves right everything he has ever whispered into my ear.

(Previously)

All that fun you've been having, going from being a virgin to getting inseminated by five different men within a couple months - and nothing ever made you flood like my tagging system? I'm very flattered, Anon! A bit bemused, but flattered.

So much to speak to here, but one part I truly love is that your new life as a woman started with the first man to use your pussy laughing at you. Like your whole identity as a man had been one long joke you were telling, and you'd finally gotten to the punchline.

That's what real respect looks like for you, isn't it, Anon? A man who'll wait for you to finish telling the joke before he laughs.

And the man who made you tell him your real name while he fucked you full of cum... There's a pleasing symmetry to that. He got something out of you and put something into you. He learned what they called you when you were born, and maybe gave you a baby to call your own.

Which is what you're made for, after all. Your body never stops reminding you of that, whether it's with the pain of a bruised cervix or your blood pulsing in your swollen nipples or the unstoppable pleasure of taking a man's cum in your womb. It's little wonder that you've come so far since getting fucked for the first time, little lady: your body was just waiting for the chance to start.

[urfavtwat]

what do you have to say bout the post going around for you? i wanna hear your side.

Gonna address this only the once.

I have zero interest in discussing the topic nor to badmouth anyone involved in have no ill will to give anyone i wish them all the best.

Someone put a post about me which named me individually as being a cause of their trauma and provided the reasoning for this was that i didn’t want to pursue a relationship. It explains how we spoke alot (which we did) and that we really liked one another (we did). Ultimately she wanted to explore leaving her partner whom she was poly with for me to be monogamous. I didnt want this as A i wouldnt feel comfortable doing that to the guy as it started to feel like an affair and B we hadnt even met so it was just like jumping ahead a bit. I decided to distance myself from the situation. To claw any assistance on making people dislike me she also labelled me as aggressive which i never was im the least aggressive person.

I stopped messaging the girl in an attempt to distance myself and received alot of abuse and threats from her inner circle (many of the people who interacted with the post) calling me fat and ugly and threatening my health as some live nearby. I asked her to get them to stop and she obliged and discussed it with them and then we stopped speaking again. She then called me a cunt publicly out of the blue and blocked me on everything then turned to badmouthing me online.

Ultimately it led to a post labelling me as a player and that i do this to loads of people. I barely even use this app and many could attest that they currently sit in my dms on delivered as i dont really message people. I was a single man on tumblr so even if i had spoken to others or liked others photos it would be fine as she was in a relationship with someone else and i was single. I also have myself as unavailable in my bio which has been in place for around 2 years so i struggle to see where im inviting that attention or encouraging it.

It reminds me alot of a situation with a gentleman on here whos name escapes me something like theakrus something and he repeatedly got badmouthed by a someone who got their friends to jump on it and cause this cancel culture with no grounds and just try and cause someone stress over them doing nothing

Finally i want to make it clear that no one is to pursue this or to harass anyone involved as she has publicly discussed this being a topic that upsets her and i dont want to fuel that fire and cause any disturbance. As mentioned i wish everyone the best i dont hold grudges, i made no attempt to stop these people to post this as its their right to do so i blocked most involved but im not gonna fight it its a public domain. Those who read the post properly can likely see its just waffle and someone is unhappy with their exchange with someone who at the time was single. I lost about 10 followers from it and im not egomaniacal enough to care about my follower count so i wont lose any sleep on that part and hopefully it brought the woman involved some relief getting it off her chest

I hope this answers the question and sorry for the mahoosive read

[lynnlovesthestars]

Amygdala

Pairing: Astarion x OC (lynn, changeling.)

AN: yes again, im queueing up all i wrote lately so i wont chicken out from posting it, my therapist will like this a lot.

Genre: fluff, angst, a bit of confort?

Warning: self-harming behaviour, blood, honestly don't ask me what this is cause it was called 'welp i hate myself' and it was a 4 am blurb, healing? idk yet

Taglist: @spacebarbarianweird @sessils

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His fangs grazed ever so slightly against Lynn’s supple neck, tracing his adam’s apple, the throbbing vein on his throat, the last spot where his fangs last bit, the smell of his blood and tangerines was driving him insane.

Lynn felt light already, and he blamed the feeling of Astarion’s cold skin burning against his, or maybe their legs intertwined so close, or the way Lynn pressed his lips to his neck with sloppy, breathy kisses that send his body in frenzy.

It was nothing more than holding each other and worshiping desperately every inch of their chest, they said.

Astarion would occasionally stop, giving Lynn time to regain his breath and stealing a moment to admire his blissed face.

There was nothing more breathtaking than his messy hair and his half closed eyes while Astarion’s blouse loosely draped his shoulder, barely staying place. A sight to keep forever.

Lynn could say the same about Astarion as his curls messily fell all over the place, his crimson eyes dilated and his mouth agape yet in a tender smile.

In those moments time stopped, the only sound was their labored breath and the quick shift of the blankets as Astarion would take the chance to lay on top of Lynn, resting his ear on the changeling’s chest to get lulled by his hearbeat.

They had yet to tell each other how deep they were in this, but in that moment words were not needed.

Astarion didn’t need any other proof as Lynn’s chest leaped everytime the vampire would turn to leave a fleeting kiss on his sternum.

He didn’t need words, or rings. All he truly needed was the warmth radiating to him, the changeling’s arms wrapped around his middle, his body shielding him from his fears.

At night when he couldn’t endure his rest, Lynn would skip his only to hold the elf.

When Astarion would get injured, Lynn would sit at his bedside, taking care of his wounds.

When Astarion felt helpless, Lynn was kneeling next to him, offering his arms and to pick up the pieces.

Lynn that promised he would be safe, did his very best to keep his promise.

Lynn who had freed him

Lynn who had healed him.

Lynn who struggled and hid it everytime.

Astarion hated just that small detail of his, the way he’d run away to hide when he was hurt.The way he’d help everyone, but when he needed help, he felt like he couldn’t ask for it.

Lynn that hurt himself rather than being seen.

And Astarion hated it.

He hated seeing him crouched in the dirt, sobbing and swearing while he had to hide behind a stupid tree.

But he never hated anything more than the sight of his dagger sinking right above his eyes, retracing an old ragged scar.

Astarion couldn’t bear to let him go on with it, to see the crimson of his blood flow down his cheek as Lynn didn’t make a sound. How often had he done this? How often had he traced that scar to ignore the pain.

Astarion didn’t waste any second from the moment he realized what was going on, he rushed to his side, taking the blade and dropping it away.

Lynn didn’t talk, didn’t look at him, didn’t do anything more than breathe and let himself fall to the side, lucky that Astarion caught him instead.

He didn’t deny, he didn’t agree, he just stared almost lifelessly in front of him as he was to tired.

Astarion didn’t know whether to scold him for being so dumb, or cry, or maybe remind him he was loved, he had someone to rely on, he didn’t have to hurt himself anymore to feel something, because Astarion would have made sure he felt always something.

Yet no word sounded appropriate.

Astarion just held him, gently tugging him in his lap, letting his head rest on his shoulder, not caring whether he would be covered in blood or not.

They just rested like that, Lynn’s fingers finally gripped on the elf’s shirt as it dawned on him- whether for the shame or for all those feeling hidden away.

And astarion just let him. He let him sob, he let him scream, he let him shiver in his arms as Astarion tried to shield him from everything, from everyone that could hurt him.

They don’t know how long they stayed away from camp, how long they had both cried, or how long they still needed, but as the sun rose and Lynn was still shaking, Astarion swore in front of the sunrise that he’d learn. He’d learn for himself, but mostly he’d learn for Lynn.

They didn’t return to camp until the following night, everyone tried to take a peak and understand what went on, but Astarion simply held him to his chest, hiding his face as he had asked, keeping him shielded just for a few more hours.

Astarion quickly dismissed Lynn’s clothes, the white blouse was probably unusable as the blood stain was dry and crusted, and then he tucked him under the warmth of the sheets.

Lynn that never asked for help, was allowing astarion to see him so broken, he was allowing him to mend his wound, he was allowing him to pick up the broken pieces, cause at last he couldn’t fight anymore.

[whois-jess]

Hi, I see you accept request. Well, I wanted to request a Rhea Ripley x Fem! Reader in which reader loses her pandora bracelet before to go to a party and she's desperated because that bracelet is so important to her (I have one myself and I could literally die if I lost it because it's very expensive and I put so much effort in collection charms and I'm still working hard to fill it all up) and Rhea helps her to look for it all over their apartment.

Pandora Bracelet

Rhea Ripley x fem!Reader

Hope you enjoy <3

I was getting ready for party some wrestlers were throwing just to have a good time, i was in me and Rheas bedroom at the vanity table in my navy dress and black heels finishing up some light makeup when i realized i forgot to put my special Pandora bracelet back on, i put my makeup away and looked on the vanity table for my bracelet but i couldn't see it anywhere so i checked the bathroom, nope not there either.

"Rhea!" I shouted as she was in the bathroom getting ready "yes love!" I heard her shout back "come here i need you!" I didn't hear a reply but i saw her enter the room "what's up love" she asks hugging me from behind "i can't find my bracelet Rhea" i say looking up at her "y/n we have to go soon we will look for it later" she smiles at me "Rhea you know how important that bracelet is to me its expensive as well" i complain, i got that bracelet myself but my nan would always buy me charms for it but sadly she died a few years back and it always reminded me of her "okay love we will look for it" she says letting me go "where have you looked" she asked "vanity and bathroom" i reply going over to my side of the bed to start looking to see if a dropped it, i knelt on the floor when a felt a stinging pain on my ass i look up to see Rhea smiling down at me "sorry could help it you look good in that dress" i let out a tiny laugh trying to be annoyed and went back to looking as did Rhea.

After awhile of looking i walked into the living room where Rhea was "found it?" She asked "no" i huffed getting upset that we haven't found it, i gussed Rhea picked up on this as she walked over pulling me into a hug "its here somewhere baby" she said stroking my hair as all i could smell was her perfume calming me down a bit i felt her kiss the top of my head letting me go so she could see my face i looked up into her blue eyes she was smiling at me her thumb stroking my cheek "yeah your right" i said smiling back at her "lets do one more look over before we have to go" she lets go of me as she walks over to our kitchen looking everywhere as i walk over to our second bathroom seeing if i left it in here.

I moved the towels in the bathroom the toothbrushes, toothpaste, our skin care, head bands and nothing i was stressing about it at this point and to be honest i almost started to cry, i knew it was silly to cry over a bracelet but to me it was the last thing i had of my nan and she was like my best friend when she was alive and not to mention how much it costs. I walked back into the living room seeing barry and luna and the sofa laying down on their blanket looking at me, i say beside them petting them "hi babys you okay" I say knowing they wont reply when i saw Rhea walk in "no luck?" I ask and she shakes her head "how could one bracelet vanish" i say standing up brushing my dress "i have no idea baby" Rhea says wrapping an arm around me "i am sorry love" she saus kissing my forehead gently "its okay its not your fault" i say smiling at her.

Barry walks over to us from his stop on the sofa jumping at Rheas legs "what big boy" she said stroking his head, i look down at him them at luna "baby you don't think they took it?" I ask looking at her as she stops Barry "check their beds if not its a trip to the vets" she says as i walk to their beds my heels tapping on the floor, i bend down looking at thier beds seeing nothing "nothing Rhe" i say and the thinks for a second "look under" she says as Barry tries to get her attention Luna stays laydown looking on at what's happening "alright" i lift Lunas bed to see nothing them i lift Barrys to see my Pandora bracelet sitting there "Found it!" I say with happiness putting it on "Barry what were you doing with it silly boy" i say petting his face then giving Luna some love "We should go now we are a bit late" Rhea smiles at me "yeah we should" i say kissing her cheek as i get my bag and keys and she does the same "ready now?" Rhea asks "yes" i smile holding her hand and place a gentle kiss on her lips before we leave for the night.

[princessbrunette]

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[wewebaggit]

I am already not paying for Netflix and will not support ST either, especially after Shawn Levy's open Zionist approach.

Look, no one is saying they cannot support their family in Israel. But what they are doing is basically sitting in the US and calling for an open ethnic cleansing against Palestinians, while cherry-picking their words and spreading false information. As we speak, Gaza is basically being bombed to death, an entire place has its water, electricity and basic resources being taken from them. It may be easy to post random shit on your accounts with millions of followers while living in rich houses. But the reality doesn't match that and both Levy and Noah should have been more sensible and learned better before posting dumb shit on your accounts.

You are free to hate whoever. N I'm not even gonna bother to defend them cuz it's not my job nor do I base my politics off of teen celebs. That being said I've read his statement that is just as passionate and devoid of the complete understanding of everything of it like other impassioned posts. That's what passionate posts do. They appeal to an emotion. I'm not sitting here expecting him or any other jewish celeb to say yaaaaaas Hamas. Nor am I gonna raise my brows if they speak for the Jewish side of things.

The statement that people read and ran with saying he's calling all Palestinians terrorists is as inaccurate as whatever false info y'all are accusing him of spreading. I do not blame him nor do I defend him and him is a placeholder for any Jew celeb, cuz I do not base my sense of right or wrong on what they're saying. I've never once felt the need to publicly anonymously denounce the people I don't agree with because I don't usually find myself overcompensating for anything.

Israel - Palestine conflict is not new. What's new is this one actor who everyone's expecting to say politically correct shit (which in his mind he might be doing just that 🤷‍♀️) and I believe that expecting this in and of itself is stupid and an easy way to pass the blame and do nothing at all to look good.

Palestinians right to self determination is not affected by what a nobody says. Nor is Israel's stance on continuing on with its policies of decades. The fact that people are busy harping on this one thing cuz apparently the only source of knowledge is insta and therefore maybe it seems like it's a must to react to whatever is seen on insta. Well, I cannot relate.

The fact that you or whoever if there are multiple anons find it necessary to approach me on anon so that I can be derisive towards him and that somehow it is the most important thing to discuss here - well, it is laughably easy to post while sitting in your home with food, water and power while others are wont to dangerously struggle for them. See how that works? My post is and has never been about Israel Palestine at all and was always in response to anon (and fandumb) who's been at it for a while.

Are we truly gonna say that he hasn't always be hated upon for things he's done and not done? Is there a comparable backlash against other celebs? That being said you now stop liking a celeb. Good for you. What does it achieve? Were you following them for their immense knowledge and wisdom of politics and geopolitical conflicts? Then I suggest you do not mourn the loss.

Also the fucking hypocrisy of everyone on this site to wake up like the Undertaker when it's israel/palestine (not even out of much real love for the people affected let me remind you as the argument is centered around fucking Noah schnapp/jewish celebs of all the people) and then no reaction to what happens in third world non-glamorous countries. (The glamorous here is Israel to be clear). And before you say well it's a reaction to what he said. Well there have been reactions based on what he should say or hasn't said, too. So like I'm judging y'all atp. Like what's the issue? Your heart bleeds for victims or does your mouth salivate over taking someone down with that pitchfork?

Why should I engage in an argument that's not based on what is says its about but the subject matter is celeb not the thing celeb is talking about. That being said I won't even be talking about the thing the celeb is talking about because there's shit happening in the world all the time and I have my opinions on all of them and I choose to keep them to myself lest people read what's not there and call me a genocidal dogwhister. There are 2 sides to a genocide. (And I'm not saying like 2 sides to a story. But a victim and a perpetrator) And the supporters of both sides will have unfortunate reading comprehension if it means they can take down a nobody in the business of nothing to make themselves feel morally superior.

So should he (Shawn and Noah) be more responsible or considerate or whatever? Idk. They can be or they can choose to show their ass. My respect (if any) for them never did rest on what their political beliefs were because, at the risk of appearing repetitive, I don't care.

I do care about the proxy hatred being spewed under the guise of sloganeering though. I'm way too used to it. It happens on the daily where I come from. I'm not gonna pretend y'all are angels. I see this for what it is.

So good on you for not supporting ST and staying true to your beliefs and code. That is always a respectable position to take. Sometimes people are just not in your position. Like you might not be in theirs. As you so pointed out.

TLDR: I trust celebs to post dumb shit. Where have you been to have expected differently?