#but i could not do that back in february i literally wouldn't be able to sleep until i'd found out every single bit of information

[eggmeralda]

kind of wish my way of coping with morbid things wasn't to expose myself to them until I become desensitised lol

[anti-katsuki-lounge]

Oop, I'm late to the party. But I have an OC I've kinda played around with in my head for a while now if you're interested :)

Name: Rin Himura

Quirk: None

Eye Color: Gray

Hair Color: Black

Age: 40 (in the current date of the manga)

Family: Rei Todoroki (older sister), Himura Clan (disowned), Todoroki children (niblings), Geten (distance relative)

Birthday: February 4th (Aquarius)

Sexuality: Lesbian

Occupation: Archeologist

Personality: Friendly and lively, but likes to live on her own and by her own rules. Adventurous. Doesn't have many close friends because she's always onto one thing or another and travels a lot. She's very intelligent, but talks a lot to the point where only her sister can stand to listen to her uninterrupted. Sometimes says the first thing that comes to her mind without thinking. She usually doesn't mean any harm (unless you're Endeavor, then she means lots of harm)

History: Rin Himura is the family disappointment. Not only was her birth unplanned, she was born without a quirk. Her parents realized they would never be able to profit from her existence and treated her with disdain. She was the clan outcast... But that never bothered her. She considered herself lucky as she wouldn't meet the same fate as her older sister. Her parents tried their best to tear her down, but her spirit was too strong. She spent her adolescence reading and studying geography and history; her dream was to travel the world and learn as much about it as she could. When she wasn't doing that, she was working odd jobs and building a secret savings account. Rin and Rei were close growing up, Rei was the gentle and reserved older sister and Rin was the tough and rambunctious little sister. Opposites, but best friends.

When Rei was sold to Endeavor, Rin met him for the first time when he met with the clan elders to settle the deal. He was perfectly polite and quiet, but there was something about him that unsettled Rin. She begged Rei to reconsider, to run away from this man but Rei refused citing that it was her duty to help the clan. This led to a major fight for the first time ever between the sisters and causes them to no longer speak to one another.

Once Rin turned 18, she left for college and studied to become an archeologist. She fulfills her dream of traveling the world and studying ancient civilizations and artifacts. She spends a lot of time in Egypt, Italy, Greece, and Africa due to their rich history going back millennia. She didn't step foot in Japan for 12 years.

Until one day when she was 30. She received a call from an unknown number while stationed in Greece. It was her big sister who she hadn't heard from in 14 years, married and with kids. But something about Rei sounds off. She's rambling, she sounds absolutely terrified, so unlike the calm collected older sister she had grown up with. Rin can hear a kettle whistling in the background. Her heart starts thumping as she realizes just how off Rei sounds. She begs her sister to turn off the stove and step away from it, to breathe and talk to her.

Rei does what she says, but breaks down. She confesses to Rin exactly what's been going on in the Todoroki household: Endeavor's abuse, Touya's declining mental health, and how she's beginning to see her abusive husband in her kids' faces.

Rin is horrified, but makes a decision. Of course she can't allow her big sister and niblings to suffer any longer. She's going to put a stop to this situation one way or another.

The Number Two hero better get ready, because Aunt Rin is coming back to Japan!

Fun facts:

I named her Rin because it means "a cold, severe and dignified person" and that's the opposite of who she is. She doesn't fit into the mold her parents wanted her to from her literal birth. Her name doesn't define her, she defines her name. Also, it sounded nice to go along with Rei

She keeps the Himura name out of spite

I also wanted her to be kind of the anti-Endeavor. That's why I made her an Aquarius, it's the "opposite" of a Leo like he is. They're as different as night and day, which causes them to clash quite a bit (forget All Might, Rin Himura is Endeavor's real enemy)

I kinda of based her off of Nico Robin from One Piece, if you couldn't tell with the archeology thing. She's a lot more open than Robin though, and not nearly as patient

She kind of fucks up the canon timeline. If you couldn't tell, she inadvertently stops Rei from scarring Shoto, which also stops Rei from being committed. Going by the anime timeline, we'll see how she affects Touya's story (that is, if I ever make a fic about her👀)

This lady has connections all over the world. Take that as you will

Rin accidentally seduces Midnight. No I won't elaborate.

And that's Rin Himura! Sorry this is so long😅

She seems really cool 😊

I know very little about the Himura Clan (was it mentioned in canon or was it in a spin-off?) but having a character with connections to the Clan’s very interesting, especially when said character is the “black sheep” of the family.

[ikkleosu]

I have seen your tweets about the spin off. You seem really positive that Melissa is coming back, but I'm so confused by it? Why do you feel so hopeful? I don't want to get my hopes up and be heartbroken all over again.

I wouldn't say I'm "hopeful" I just think for me looking at all the evidence it seems very likely. Other people think differently and that's absolutely okay for them. But if you want to know WHY I think the evidence is in favour, I shall detail it so you can make up your own mind.

So, yesterday Angela Kang commented this

And she's right, when she said "we've all" she meant it. Most of the people involved in the show have said Melissa will be back, though most have not specified the show.

Gimples quote is the one most alluding to non-Caryl stuff:

However, the others are more about Caryl together:

(THIS IS A LONG IMAGE HEAVY POST WITH LOTS OF INFO!)

Nicotero hinted very strongly at Carol going after Daryl:

And then of course there's Norman. He has literally staked his reputation (such as it is) on them reuniting and promised until he's blue in the face that is happening.

Of course he could be lying, however how would that serve him? It would make him more obviously a liar, make those who do still trust him lose that trust and just anger his already thinning fanbase.

And most importantly, Melissa herself said she would be back:

This was only the first step of evidence that has been ever evolving since. The main one of course being Joao on YouTube. The Brazilian youtuber has a very solid track record of spoilers - he had several call sheets from season 11. I can't find the translation of his video, but Hanna summed it up here: https://mcbride.tumblr.com/post/702367502037057536/daryl-spinoff-carol-rumorsspoilers The gist being that Melissa would return to the spin-off either at the end of s1 or start of s2, and that season 2 would have her as a main character, and s2 would start filming back to back with s1 in March 2023.

Many didn't believe Joao, however over time all he's said is proving true.

The showrunner's WGA page shows he is showrunning 2 seasons and employed at least until 2025:

And now, Duane Manwiller has confirmed that yes they are filming the seasons back to back:

And the info we have fits with Joao saying the season 2 filming starts in March.

Early casting calls for returning characters had them listed until Feb:

That seems to indicate one story ending in Feb and another starting in March. We know they are still filming s1 in February from this:

And it looks like they are reaching the end of the season by mid-Feb as those casting calls suggested, given episode 5 appeared to start filming on 20 Jan:

We also now have casting calls for March, and a filming location for 4 week. Given eps are normally filmed over 2 weeks (or so) that does scream of a s1 cliffhanger and s2 resolution:

So given ALL the information that Joao gave in his video about the timing and season 2 has now been proven correct, stands to reason it makes it MUCH more likely the connected information - that Melissa is returning - is also correct.

Now in terms of the negatives, or questions I have seen people posting which make them think it can't be true, here's my answers.

If Melissa can come to France to film now, why couldn't she before?

Two key phrases to note here - 1) "at this time" 2) "filmed in Europe this summer". Filming was delayed by at least 4 months, and while Melissa may not have been able to travel to Europe then, she very well could be NOW. It very much appears from this statement - which she would have approved - that it was a timing/logistics issue.

This seems backed up by this phrasing from Kang, which also agrees with Joao's statement that it was always the plan to get her back:

"Were", past tense.

Also, it's entirely possible that neither she, nor the production will be STAYING in France.

Early on in production, a crew member's partner said they'd be in France until March/April:

(Source: DearTvShow)

If they are just filming season 1 final mid-Feb, it seems highly unlikely they are going to complete a second season by April. Thus, it seems likely they are only filming a couple of episodes of s2 in France.

It's very possible then that Melissa can do s2 because it WON'T be filmed entirely in France.

2) If Melissa is returning why haven't AMC announced it?

Well, that is a question, and obviously I don't know the answer. Yes, I agree it would make more sense if they did. BUT I can see logical reasons why they might not:

they might be gun shy in announcing anything until Melissa's filming is in the can, after what previously happened

they might not want to overshadow Norman's "epic" solo first season

they might think that a surprise appearance by Carol is a bigger impact

And they have precedence for this, when Morgan returned in season 5, it was kept totally secret and Lennie James went to great lengths to remain hidden - traveling under a false name, staying in a different town etc: https://youtu.be/UParJyrTqIg

3) If Melissa is returning, why haven't we seen her filming yet?

Have you met Melissa? LOL We know Melissa has ALWAYS been the queen ninja of filming. Even location shooting like the beach from 10x01, where fans ONLY saw Norman and Lauren Ridloff interacting and never saw Melissa.

But also, she wouldn't have been filming until this week anyway, as it seems likely they just NOW are getting to the s1 finale. And whose to say she isn't on set now, filming, hidden away and using a pseudonym?

[rjalker]

February 12th 2023: don't donate until this part is removed! someone stole my fucking wallet.

I'm making this my pinned post because I am tired of suffering.

Here's the link to my actual About post. Read it if you're going to follow me, it has my DNI as well as tags I use for things so you can blacklist them if you want/need to.

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Hi I'm fucking too disabled to work but have to get a fucking lawyer to get fucking disability SSI from the stupid fucking government because it's literally designed to make people give up before they get their gods damned money.

I literally don't even eat even a single meal each day.

I'm also trans and would like to fucking medically transition someday but at this point I've just fucking give up that hope because I will literally never be able to afford it unless capitalism gets smashed tomorrow. in which case none of this matters, but that's not going to happen because that's not how revolution works so fucking anyways

also we're out of ibuprophen and I have fucking menstrual cramps right and yeah I should probably get fucking tested for endomitroiosis or whatever the fuck it's called but you know what else I don't have? Health insurance. Because I'm too disabled to work, and even if I could work literlaly no one will give me a full time job that wouldn't literaly just end up killing me.

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Here's the gofundme link.

My paypal, venmo, and cashapp are all "Rjalker".

Here's the link to my redbubble store if you'd rather buy something.

You can also tip me through tumblr.

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I have the Redbubble prices set so that when you buy a product I actually get a decent cut instead of $2 max. If you buy a pin, for example, I get $9.

My paypal icon is the same flower design as my tumblr icon. I don't think cashapp and venmo have icons but if they do I'll make sure they're the same too.

Check out and request more pronoun pins on my sideblog @custom-pronoun-pins

This post is being made November 30th 2022 but unless they suddenly invent No Longer Disabled pills it's just not going to have a fucking "this is no longer relevant" date because this shit isn't going to get better.

Here's what your money will be going towards if you donate:

rent, $500 a month for my half

phone bill, $35 a month

water bill, around $35 a month

internet bill , $45 a month

cat food, cat litter, and vet visits

groceries

clothes

fixing the washer or just buying a new one

fixing the dryer or just buying a new one

all the fantasy and scifi books I'm going to write that I will literally be giving away for free because if it's not clear enough yet I fucking hate capitalism. You will be able to download the books for free endlessly and the only time you'll have to pay money is for the cost of the materials to make the physical book.

we literally have not had a functional washer or dryer for the last like five fucking years in a row. All our clothes have to be washed in the fucking tub and then hung up in front of a fan to dry, or put in the fucking pop-up air dryer we found that takes for fucking ever and can't hold more than a few things before it stops working almost entirely.

I'm making this my pinned post because I'm tired of suffering. I'll fucking put the other one back when capitalism ends or I get the fucking disability SSI I literally would have been getting from birth except for the fucking idiot in the government who decided to fucking remove us from the fucking disability list when we turned eighteen when they took us off the fucking survivor's benefits of our fucking dad dying.

No I am not fucking joking. My twin and I were literally born four months early. We were literally guaranteed disability SSI from the moment we were born because of all the shit that went wrong and the fact that both of us were blatantly fucking autistic and had dyslexia and all this other shit.

And some fucking government worker fucked up when we turned eighteen and not only took us off the fucking survivor's benefits SSI, which overrode the disability SSI, but also fucking took us off the list for the disabled SSI.

Literally assigned abled at eighteen.

And I still haven't even fucking been diagnosed with anything for my physical disability because again! No health insurance! Because I can't work! Because I'm disabled! And since I can't work I can't get my disability diagnosed! Which means I can't get accommodations! It's literally a fucking endless cycle that will only stop if I or capitalism die!!!

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Update 12/11/22: The water bill for November has been paid! Thank you!

[kharmii]

Honestly, you’re one of the few sane people regarding the staggering levels of radical leftism. The self-hating, disembodied and suicide-glorifying part of young adults who are supporting Jihadist terrorism in the name of “”resistance”” is disturbing, especially coming from queer and/or white people with their “I’m a good person!” mind virus. Because the “good people” program is all Covid was about after that first year, and it’s all the Pro-Palestine crowd is about, too. I’ve yet to see one peaceful “protest” where they’re not parroting “From the river to the sea” not caring that they’re literally calling for the death of all Jews (or maybe they do know), or not use slurs, or glorify Hamas, or congregate in front of hospitals. None of those things are what mentally stable people do. I thought the dehumanization of non-Covid vaccinated people was bad, but this current level of hatred towards Jews is on another level.

Another thing I'm sick of is the 'Jewish people/white people are evil colonizers!' crap. First of all, Jewish people were trying to move into their ancestral land, and Palestine didn't exist until the 1940s. The Muslims did to the Jews what they do to anybody they conquer where they breed themselves to a majority, then start exterminating non-Muslims. They will do that in modern times until they succeed or are driven out of a place.

Only white people are expected to 'give back' land they settled, but Muslims are allowed to move around, run sex grooming and slave trades, and exterminate non-Muslims in lands they settled TO THIS DAY. White people in South Africa are still considered 'colonizers' even though they settled it in 1652, and I mean settled, not colonized. Just because other races happened to live around South Africa, doesn't mean they were necessarily in the land that white Europeans settled. Eventually they moved in when farming and modern medicine were introduced that allowed humanity to explode in numbers well beyond what would have been possible without European intervention.

-But anyway, did I ever post my covid testimony here on Tumblr? In early February of 2020, my mom and brother got really sick on their way to a hotel on vacation. They felt like they had a really bad flu for a few days. They had type B blood, so they think it might have been undiagnosed Covid because that blood type is supposedly weak to it. Since then, nobody in my entire extended family was ever proven to have it because most of us are reasonably healthy and have good lifestyle choices.

A month or so later, the government forced the kids into in-home learning, and everything got locked down. My workplace had us wear masks, but after a week, maybe 2/3 of coworkers in a sixty-person office stopped giving a shit and wouldn't wear them. Management didn't push it because we were getting a lot of call-offs from people (pretending to be) afraid of Covid. Luckily by then, I worked in a Democrat run state but was able to move over the border into a saner Republican run state where I enjoyed a much cheaper cost of living due to the tax burden being way down. I wasn't able to get a job there, and I was forced to commute an hour- but I did the best I could with my circumstances.

When they talked about the vaccine, my mom told me not to get it because she remembered that back in the 80's they came out with a vaccine for Swine Flu that killed more people than died of the actual flu. My hardcore Democrat grandmother got it and, while she didn't die, she got really sick from it. -So I took that advice and said that I'd wait until the vaccine was out for a while until I got it. After all, Covid only seemed to kill like a tenth of one percent of old fat people over 80, so I wasn't panicked enough to run right out and get an experimental vaccine.

Since I lived in a Republican state, my kids and siblings still in school had to do the in-home learning for a few months in spring of 2020, but by fall, they were back in school with masks. People were allowed to choose to have their children still do in-home learning, but they weren't forced to. In the Democrat run state, kids were forced to do in-home learning for over a year. The teacher's union there fought for it because they wanted to not have to work and still get paid.

Most churches did Facebook live the summer of 2020, but we were back in church in most places by fall of 2020.

-And speaking of, they paid people to sit on their asses and not work for a year! In my place of employment, we were severely short staffed because most of the black women with kids took off and got paid by the government. All the men of any race and all the white women with kids stayed at work, and luckily, we had the majority, or nothing would have gotten done. There were offices with a higher percentage of people not working, so they were like ghost towns. For that year and long after, nobody was allowed to take leave unless they had FMLA. I personally went to work and sent my kids to normal school because I wasn't going to subject them to life locked in my house with no friends and social life and fresh air.

When the vaccine came out, a bunch of my coworkers went in a big group right out to get it, and that's even before they threatened to fire people for not getting it. Since my place of employment was so short staffed, they were one of the few who wouldn't push us, but I knew of several other people who were scrambling to get medical and religious exemptions so they could avoid being forced.

The funny thing is that all the coworkers who got the vaccine got really sick the second time they got the shot. Most -if not all- got Covid every year since. Some of them got long Covid and ended up forced into retirement. I'm one of the few people in my workplace who, despite not wearing masks and getting shots, has never had Covid. Some people would get the shot and still get Covid and then still wear the stupid mask, as if it were a stupid virtue signaling political statement. I quipped that I wasn't going to get the vaccine because for all I knew, it caused people to get Covid. Aren't vaccines supposed to prevent you from getting the thing that it's made to vaccinate you against? It's utter shenanigans.

Then there's all the other weird stuff around the Covid scam, like how my great uncle died of a heart problem that made it so someone found his dead body in a shower. Doctors told him his problem was so bad they couldn't treat it because he would just die on the operating table. His son had to fight to keep 'Covid' off his death certificate as cause of death because hospitals were putting it on there every chance they could. Every person who 'died of Covid' meant they were getting additional government funding.

There's also the 'died suddenly' conspiracy theory that I think might be true. Even though I don't know anybody who died from Covid -just people who got the really bad flu- I do know of reasonably healthy middle-aged people who dropped dead for seemingly no reason, like a female nurse here and a male basketball coach there.....

[parappa-the-killer]

Im really sorry that things are so rough right now, im here for you if you need. It can be okay

it cannot be okay.

my chances of finding a job are very slim to nonexistent. my chances of actually keeping that job are also very slim to nonexistent. i don't have any family that could support me. until the end of february i'll have half the income i usually have (and the slowly increasing debt), and after the end of february i will have 0 income. (because of not renewing my disability status. which i could not do, because i would need to get a letter in the mail with the date when i should show up, and i did not have access to a mailbox until like, two or three weeks ago. and i can't apply for that now because i'd need a paper from a doctor, and i'm too ashamed to go back to my psychiatrist and tell her that i actually did not apply when i asked her to fill that paper and i need her to do that again, and even if i wasn't too ashamed, i'd have to make an appointment to do that, and wait for that appointment. technically i could have looked for some other place to live, and i did in fact try doing that, and i did not succeed at that because that landlord vibed more with someone else.)

i failed every single subject at school because there's literally no point in even trying if i won't be able to get the education i need to continue. technically i could have lived off rice and beans to be able to afford tutoring, but now even if i do switch my diet to only rice and beans, i still won't be able to afford tutoring! and no, i couldn't go to a school that has any advanced subjects, that is only for kids, and as a kid i also couldn't because my mother wouldn't allow such things. if i'm still on the student list, i could technically still go to school and just repeat the whole first year again, but there still will be no way for me to get the education i need, the best i can possibly get is a high school diploma. and that's assuming i don't starve to death nor freeze to death.

the main reason i didn't get all that sorted out on time was that i didn't want to go anywhere anyone could see me, i even took the mirror off my wall so i wouldn't have to see myself, and guess fucking what, this has barely improved. maybe i could apply for some kind of benefits if i went to the social whatever place whatever it's called, but that would probably require talking with a stranger one on one, and i would rather die than that. even before my hair started falling out, i didn't exactly like talking in person, especially with strangers.

[bonesandthebees]

apologies if you’ve been asked this question before a while back, i think i followed you in february when the initial hype for this stream was slowing down but

what did you think of hitting on 16 through a writer’s perspective? do you think that it was written well for someone who isn’t used to storytelling through a more “fic” medium? what did you like about it? was there anything you didn’t like (besides the atrocious formatting lmao)? i’m very curious to know your thoughts on this since you’re an experienced writer who’s been doing this for a while

oh this is a fun question i haven't thought a ton about ho16 in a while... but yeah back when it first dropped, I had a lot of thoughts on it from a writer's perspective! my main thought was how surprised I was at how genuinely well-written it was. like, I'm not saying this to discredit cc!wilbur as a writer or anything, but he said himself that he hadn't really done a lot of prose writing since he was 15 i think?? so I was preparing myself to read something that was definitely a great look at c!wilbur as a character, but possibly wasn't that polished in the prose department

however, I was pleasantly surprised by how well-written it was. there were definitely some instances where I felt he went a little overboard with the formality in his narratorial voice, especially with some of the language he used or the overly complicated way he'd phrase simple things (which is something amateur writers have a tendency to do if they're trying to sound more formal, but if often just comes off as clunky instead). I think if he had been solely doing a c!wilbur limited 3rd person POV that could've worked because that just makes sense for c!wilbur's personal narration to be like that, but he switched between multiple characters including c!quackity, and to me that just didn't read like the kind of 3rd person limited narration you'd get from c!quackity (or anyone besides c!wilbur for that matter). but I think that was more just an issue with that being how cc!wilbur is used to having c!wilbur speak, and he wasn't solely writing for his own character so he wasn't used to having to make a shift like that.

I think he had some absolutely beautiful lines written in there and fantastic uses of imagery. like the line, "Suddenly the world came to an end right in front of them. The words dropped like a guillotine which sliced the entire SMP into two perfect halves. What a coincidence that the apocalyptic guillotine seemed to strike perfectly in the centre of Wilbur’s skull. And what a coincidence that only Wilbur seemed to see or feel it happen." is a line i think about literally all the time. what a fantastic metaphor. it has so many layers of meaning to it, you could probably dissect it for ages and get so many different interpretations out of it.

also, I feel like this doesn't even need to be said, but he absolutely nails writing c!tommy's dialogue. like, obviously he would know how to write c!wilbur's dialogue, but he got every single word c!tommy would say dead on in my opinion. his dialogue for c!quackity, c!tubbo, and c!ranboo wasn't bad or anything either! but you could tell it was slightly different than what the characters would actually say (though c!quackity was probably the most well-characterized out of that trio which makes sense. I bet cc!quackity had the biggest hand in the way wilbur wrote his character in the story). do i think that cc!wilbur consulted cc!tommy for how to write his character? briefly, yeah for sure. but as far as the actual dialogue went? I wouldn't be surprised if cc!wilbur wrote that and cc!tommy didn't change a thing. I think cc!wilbur just understands c!tommy better than literally anyone else on the server that isn't cc!tommy himself, so that's why he was able to nail his voice so well

overall, if I had to summarize my thoughts, I'd say his writing was extremely good for someone who hadn't written prose in that long. there were definitely issues with tone and narratorial voice, and some things were phrased a bit awkwardly, but it all makes sense with the lack of experience. it's all really minor stuff for the most part, and I really loved ho16. as we all know, c!wilbur is my boy, so getting such an in depth look at his character and getting to hear his thoughts in a way we would never have gotten to see in a typical lore stream? it was like a goddamn buffet for me.

[cinamun]

a few questions for you.

1. are you a goofy goober?

beware: all bubble blowing babies will be beaten senseless by every able bodied patron in the bar.

2. why did the chicken cross the road?

the chicken in question is currently under investigation for the murder of his entire coop, including his owner. provide full cooperation.

3. choose one. “i alone, throughout the heavens and the earth, am the honored one.” OR “now everything that was in my way is gone - and everyone else still believes in me. it’s only a matter of time before i get rid of the police. what do you think at that, L? this is my perfect victory! that’s right, i win!”

both lines come from either slightly or definitely unhinged people.

thank you for completing this survey! you have now been entered into a raffle to win 1 MILLION DOLLAS!

terms and conditions may apply. must be in the womb or older to qualify. not valid to people who eat ass. the raffle will end february 30, 2024. good luck!

I am literally the able-bodied patron at the bar who accidentally giggle-snorts, giving myself away and ultimately catching fish hands to the face. But they're fish hands so they don't hurt, but I lay there blowing bubbles, pretending they do.

Its a setup! It was a set up the whole damn time! Listen, Lil C (his street name) was crossing the street to get out of the wrong hood! And everybody has been asking why. Everybody has a theory, now they're trying to pin murder charges on my guy? Explain to me why Lil C was carrying groceries. Because his girl, HennyHenHen just gave birth to sextuplets and they are HUNGRY! Lil C is tired of being profiled and just wants to get back to family life with his girl and their baby chicks on old McDonald's farm.... #FreeLilC

I'm picking the second quote for the sole purpose that, if there were no police, Lil C wouldn't be facing charges right now and he could spend more time with his sextupchicks. #FreeLilC

I hope I win. Do me a solid and add my name three times to the raffle bucket.

[thepoeticfox]

So at the start of COVID my health crashed, had nothing to actually do with COVID just weird timing. It was already headed towards "bad" but tipped over into "fuck you" in early 2020.

I ended up with a dx of fibromyalgia and some other stuff later on, but also especially a vitamin d deficiency. Please get a little sun. It's important for your health, if you're not like literally allergic to it.

Anyway.

So I got super sick and I was too exhausted to take care of myself and some days I had to ask my then-boyfriend-now-fiance to help me endress bc I simply didn't have the energy and I was in so much pain.

I shaved my head. I couldn't deal with longer hair. It was a thing that was too damn tedious. I could barely shower, dealing with my hair needed to truly be "wash and go".

When he proposed back in February, I decided I would grow it back out so I wouldn't hate my wedding photos. I knew the shaved head looked bad, but the overall effect of making it easier to care for myself was worth it.

I'm alllllllmost back to a length where I can pull it all back into a stubby ponytail. It's really annoying though how it flips out at the bottom of I don't style it. Most days, I don't care. It's not worth the stress of caring.

But for the first time in my life I found a conditioner that delivers exactly what it promised. Soft, touchable hair with fewer tangles. It's a goddamn Pantene product too, so you can probably buy it anywhere. I get it at Walmart. It's the rosemary one in the pretty bottle. I picked it bc it smelled nice, was something I could use if it delivered, and had to be better than like, equate. (That's not always true, I know).

I might just be able to hang on to longer hair, grow it back out, if this shit keeps doing well like it has for the past month.

[pauie]

My Dilemma with My Android to iPhone Switch

I'm that girl who would literally switch to a new phone just because it's a shade of pink I like. Then I marathon a few videos about that phone only to find myself placing an order after thinking it's meant for me.

That's exactly what happened with my iPhone 13 in- of course, Pink.

This post isn't too technical. I just wanted to document the whole experience so I can look back and learn from my [possible] mistake.

When Apple announced the Pink iPhone, I was immediately obsessed. I'm so on board for the light pink rather than the salmon pink that everyone thought it would be. This was around the time that Samsung released one of the latest phones from the S series that had such beautiful shades of pink (do you see where this is going?). So for weeks, I would watch videos of both releases and would consistently save photos of them on my Pinterest. As a previous Samsung user, I was so used to the interface and how easy it was to navigate everything despite the little changes they did. Okay, let's head on over to my switch.

I got the iPhone 13 in Pink on February 15, 2023. I knew I was gonna love it because, well, it's pink. But I think that was it. It being pink was what sold me. I set up everything that same night and was able to use my phone no problem. But boy was I confused.

You see, I download music on Androids with no hassle at all. The iPhone wouldn't let me do that unless I was on Apple Music or Spotify. I never had to use Spotify on my Androids because I could [don't sue me] download music for free. Now I'm paying for a Spotify plan just to play music offline.

The screen is impeccable, I have to admit. Crisp and clear. Helps really well with my eyes (I have horrible eyesight and I always had to turn on the Eye Comfort Shield thing or whatever on the Samsung and it would turn so warm it messes up my vision). It's so easy to properly fit a wallpaper which was a little hard to do on my Samsung [S20 FE].

Battery life is not the best. Androids are known to last a full week in an island. Okay, that's too far a stretch, but you get me. You can play games, switch screens to others apps and you wouldn't need to worry for an uncharged phone the next day. On the iPhone, I blink and I go from 90% to like an 86%. You would think I got a defected one but I have a friend with the same situation.

Moral of the story is; if you're considering on switching to an iPhone, do it if you're not as extra as me where I want my phone so freaking cute without some restrictions. You can customize your iPhone but it's a tad bit more complicated.

Also, the emojis are so aesthetically pleasing on the iPhone but we get a baby pink heart on the Samsung. There's also so much more options. I don't mind camera resolutions as much because both are doing a great job.

Think very well about switching.

[katherineshep]

Here when I was thinking about MAYBE getting back to Tumblr, it proved to be an utterly shitty-working website in the way it even wasn't before. What a mess. Since these days I'm not even remotely a content producer, but a content consumer, I'd expected something could change to better course here. Now I see it didn't.

Many things happened over the time of my mostly an absence from social media. Idk whether anyone here even remembers me though.

Cosplay: On pause currently. It was hard to sustain a mere desire of doing something creative when my only desire was to not die throughout the day. For real. That's when you realize that the most valuable thing you have is health.

Drawing: Over the years of being silent, my vision slowly wakes up. I bought a sketchbook and new art supplies because I felt something inspiration-like in my soul hatching from a long sleep.

Fandoms: Pretty much the same - Mass Effect and Doctor Who. And a little bit of YSI's mobile visual novel "Romance Club" (current story - "Kali: Call of Darkness").

Life: I was hoping to advance. To finally get some happiness in my life through couple of important changes in my life and lots of self-care. Then, on 24th of February, it all went to hell when Russian army decided to come to my country to kill, rape, torture, destroy and brainwash. All the things Russia says about Ukraine? Complete lies and bullshit. Trust a person who has lived in Ukraine for 28 years since her birth, all the reasoning they provide is a sick delirium and just an excuse to do what they do.

I woke up at 5 am from explosions - a sound I will never ever forget. That were the rockets to Boryspil airport. Shortly after that I've heard air raid siren - a sound that pierces you to the bone. I've had a rocket fly over my house and a moment of thinking "Is that it? Is that how my completely dumb life ends?" - I thought the next one would hit my house. I've held a friend crying of terror in my hands - and over 16 years of us being friends I've only witnessed her cry twice before that. I've felt relieved that my cat didn't make it to that day because she with her scary nature wouldn't be able to survive that kind of stress. I've seen the shop shelves EMPTIED by people who literally didn't know whether they'd have food days in the war. I've slept the first night hearing explosions and it was the shittiest night in a long while. I've spent a week living in the Underground along with the people from my district. It was freezing cold, I slept in all my winter clothes and a thick blanket over me - and it still was freaking cold. The station's floor is marble and I was lucky to have an old cot. Someone wasn't as lucky so they slept on the blankets. I remember sewing a cloth mask to a cot because its fabric started to give under: the cot is as old as my friendship with that girl I mentioned.

I don't remember how much I slept and when I ate back in those days. That wasn't even a sleep, no - just a shut eye to not feel completely exhausted. I doubt I could do more than 5 hours of sleep in a row back then. Me, Mom and friend slept one by one: someone was always up to guard our stuff, and basically you can't sleep in such a stress until you feel like you're gonna collapse.

I saw people with weapons for the first time in my life. I saw the way Underground is a bomb shelter - and I wish I didn't see it with my eyes ever in my life, because Underground officially turning into bomb shelter means Things Are Hell. I remember that one night, trying to fall asleep only 16 metres from the surface, hearing a muffled sound of explosions from above and thinking that if they decide to shoot a rocket at the station, will those 16 metres even save us?

One day the local store was blacked out. Then I came home and electricity was off there too. I thought that if the orcs got to the power plant, it means we're facing famine: no shop will sell you anything if their cash desk isn't plugged in into the electrical network. None.

I got afraid of the sky since day 1 and that fear only subsided two weeks into safety.

It was relatively safe to go out of Underground for 5 hours a day. Then the fucking Russian army woke up and started firing rockets for the remaining 19 hours. On the 5th air raid siren a day you, sleep-deprived and hungry, are VERY ANGRY. And then you go sit in the Underground.

One day there were three guys with guns right in the house in front of mine. Me and my friend - we had to wait until two of them to go back into the room so we can get to the Underground. I guess it was silly to count on that hope that they left with guns as the remaining guy could shoot us if he wanted. We didn't know who those guys were, but running with bags hoping that you'll not get a bullet into your back - that's not of the experiences I thought I'd ever have.

You know what it feels like when your big city's lighting is blacked out on purpose to not give orcs any chance to see the light as the aim to shoot at? Every house, every street - just like dead, darkness everywhere. That's so fucking scary. The city looks completely unrecognizable.

The day I moved out of Kyiv the rocket landed right at the main railway station. Right the same day. Luckily they missed and only shot some technical building. If I was there at the moment of the rocket landing - I wonder whether I'd have bravery to leave after then.

Getting into the train? The situation was really heated there. At one point I was thinking the military guys who were trying to control the train landing would shoot in the air - so severely they had to yell at the panicking crowd for it to let children to get into the train first.

I met a woman who was saying goodbye to her husband through the window - and then she just couldn't leave. She landed off the train to stay with him. Hoping they ended up okay in the end.

The train rode STUFFED. Half of the corridor was just blocked (along with rear WC) with people so only front WC was available. I probably was the only person who got the whole bed to myself only because the child who was seated on the bed I got was then moved to another room. A sleep I had then was a blessing. Dreamless blackness just to restore some energy.

The way we rode cross the country was no lights in the train and tightly closed curtains - to not be an easy target. Only when I crossed Ukraine-Poland border I felt like the bull's eye isn't on my back anymore.

That was not the end to the shit. There were lots of it to deal with from that moment.

I survived. I moved to safety. Someone didn't - they weren't even given the chance to hide or fight. Rockets, aimed at civilian facilities, killed them in their sleep or burned them alive. Many cities and villages ceased to exist, including once very beautiful, thriving city of Mariupol (the one where Azovstal was). Now part of the protectors of Azovstal is captured and their fate unknown.

It's the 21st century, center of the Europe, and Ukraine has seen someone aiming at civilian houses like it should be so, bombs dropped over the places where people hide, buildings and cars with "CHILDREN" inscription on them shot ON PURPOSE. Mass graves, some of them yet to be discovered and mourned. Occupation, famine, lack of clear water, electricity and heat (and the winter is coming), tortures and child rapes of all sorts - that's not even the full list of the atrocities Russia does. Yes, child rapes, you read it right. Russia sent here the complete monsters, foul animals with no compassion.

It hurts to even think to all the physical and emotional harm the people of my country had to go through because neighboring country's government went completely mad and all other world was ready to just sit and watch Ukraine being devoured. It's only due to our people's endless strength and bravery we stood up, protected our land and earned so much respect that no one is left to think that the scenario of "Kyiv will be taken within 3 days" could ever be real. I mean, we, as Ukrainians, never thought it would be real, because each and every normal person here will protect their loved ones and their land to the last man standing. It's in our blood, and if you read the history of Ukraine (not redacted by Russia), you'll get the idea. We're always fighting. We have the word "freedom" literally inscripted into our crest (the word "ВОЛЯ", google up the crest of Ukraine if you don't believe me), what are we even talking about? Ukraine exists and Ukraine will survive no matter what, because we are endlessly brave and stubborn. And anyone who tries to win us over can go fuck themselves.

I have faith in my country, but I've mostly lost my faith in the humanity. International organizations mostly sit and watch my people's suffering because once someone assumed that WW2 will never repeat. Well, they overlooked the next ripening danger. All of Soviet Union politics led to this. All of post-Soviet politics led to this. God, we got stripped of all the nuclear weaponry with Russia speaking up as a guarantee of our safety - where is that safety now??? It was always a lie. They only wanted to usurp us. They always did.

I'm hoping that after what happened to Ukraine the face of international law will change. I'm hoping that there will be a mechanism to stop the power abuse. But I don't know how to make it possible, because obviously no present-time methods work as intended and the theories I have conclude in thoughts that if, say, we had a mechanism of silencing one country (Russia), we could be silenced as well, just because Russia has build its influence broadly. You can't conduct negotiations with terrorists because they're completely unreasonable. These days we have a whole country of Russia being a terrorist state.

My previous life has been destroyed and I don't know how to pick myself up from that. I'm living in the survival mode these days and only hopes that there can be a good outcome for me keep me afloat.

[pftones3482]

Exactly 10 years ago, on February 9th 2012, I published my first fanfiction on FFN. I'd been writing stories for years before this, of course, but this was the first time I ever put my writing out there for others to see. The Phineas and Ferb fandom was more than welcoming to my weird (and occasionally dark) ideas, and they really helped me to grow my writing as I went on.

Since that day, I have:

Written for 30 different fandoms

Crossed three different writing platforms (AO3, FFN, and Fictionpress)

Received over 13,000 comments across all three platforms

Graduated highschool AND college (with a degree in creative writing)

My word count across both fanfiction platforms?

1,507,071 words.

This does not count deleted fics, fics that remain unpublished in my drafts, fics posted only on Tumblr, and original works (if it did, I'd have to add roughly 500,000+ more words).

I know not all of you follow me for writing. But those of you who do, those of you especially who have been with me since the beginning? Huge shout-out. You've gotten me through some very tough times, and you've improved my writing more than you could know.

To everyone who's ever read, reviewed, sent me anons, sent me DMs about my works, anyone who's Kudosed or Liked or Reblogged....thank you. And thank you for still doing it even now, years later. Seeing reviews on my old stories makes me smile more than you know.

Extra special shout-out to the following users (those who I've found over the years on Tumblr from FFN; there's many that I have long since lost contact with that I still think of fondly):

@artsyfalafel, who has become one of my best IRL friends, thanks solely to our mutual love of Phineas and Ferb - we literally met in my comments section and I wouldn't be here without her ❤️

@ladylynse, whose own works hold a special place in my life and who's always great for writing advice and a good laugh when necessary

@animationnut, who has quite literally been there since the very beginning, and whose reviews I always looked forward to in my inbox (and whose own stories are also wonderfully written)

@amynchan, another one from the beginning, always enthusiastic no matter the fandom (seriously, you show up in the weirdest places and I love you for it)

There's others who came later, ofc, and I hope they know who they are (you BETTER know who you are), but the four of you have been around since the start, and that means the world to me.

To mark this insane milestone, I will be posting something.....special later in the day 😏 that I guarantee no one (save one person) can guess.

Again, huge thank you y'all. Your comments and critiques helped me improve my skills to the point of literally being able to graduate. I still have much to learn, but it's so cool to be able to look back at where I started and see how far I've come.

Much love 🧡💚

~Bex

[sunsetmaybank]

𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑀𝑒 𝐵𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑇𝑜 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑁𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑊𝑒 𝑀𝑒𝑡

pairings - JJ Maybank x you

word count - 1.6k

summary - You and JJ used to date, one night you have a memory of how you two came to be.

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You and JJ met in February, fell in love and started dating in May. Everything about your relationship was like it came from a book, dancing in the rain, falling asleep out on John B's porch, dates on his dad's boat, Face Timing whenever you were grounded, smoking weed until all hours of the night and tattooing on each other, your lives were perfect.. until one month it all stopped, the dancing, the porch, the dates, the Face Timing, everything. It all died down until you had enough and broke up with him.

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Now, here you are, sitting on the beach watching the waves as the party behind you continues on. When you were at the party, that Sarah forcefully made you go to, you seen JJ talking to another girl that looks exactly like you and from then on you really didn't want to party anymore. You set your beer bottle down in the sand and started walking towards the water.

'Why am I upset? I shouldn't feel upset I'm the one that broke it off with him." You thought to yourself as you sat down, you were close enough to the waves but not enough to get wet. Your mind started to wander thinking about what life was like before your relationship with JJ, then the memory of meeting him flooded your thoughts.

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It was a Wednesday night in February at like 8:30PM, you were studying in the school library for an upcoming test. Normally, you wouldn't even try but you just moved to the Outer Banks at the start of the school year and  from the lack of friends you've been doing really well in school. After a while you decided to take a break from studying and got up to choose a book to read, you didn't really have a preference so you walked around looking through all the shelves. You heard the library door open and close quickly, not bothered enough to check who came in, you picked a book from the book shelf and started walking back to your seat.

*THUD*

You turn your head to the right looking in the direction from where the noise came from, the person was starting to stand up, he locked eyes with you and paused, the guy was literally wearing a fucking balaclava with a t-shirt and shorts.

"Are you okay?" You decided to speak up first, not wanting to continue that staring contest.

"Uh..yeah! I didn't think anyone else would be in here." He replies back quicker than the question, he lifts his arm up and takes off the balaclava.

Holy shit. Maybank? This is the guy you've had a crush on ever since you've moved to the OBX, well, it's not really a crush..you never even spoken to him, how do you even know that you like him or not? He could be really mean.. or a fuckboy, you do always hear him slightly flirting with any girl he gets partnered with. Besides, you only know his last name because this girl in your class keeps asking him out. You snap out of your little fangirl moment as you see blood trickle from under his blonde hair.

"You're bleeding." You point out before setting your book down and taking a few steps closer to the boy.

"Huh? Oh."

"C'mon, I'll get you fixed up." You gesture your arm for him to follow as you walk out the library door and into the corridor, JJ slowly followed you out of the door but then picked up the pace a little to walk beside you. Neither of you say a word but you can tell JJ was taking quick glimpses at you every moment he got. When you finally got to the nurses office, you patted the counter indicating him to sit on it, which he obeyed. You got all the bandages and supplies you need from the cabinets and then stood in-front of him. JJ is a tall boy and you're an average height girl, with him being on the countertop you won't be able to treat his wound.

"Uh..okay, come down." You say and he complies. He stands there watching you hoist yourself up on the counter, you pick up the disinfectant and use your hands to gesture him to come closer. He moves towards you and you shift your legs for him to stand in between them. You put one hand on top of his fluffy blonde hair and tilted his head down slightly, then used the other to wipe the dried blood off of his forehead, he slightly and slowly lifted his head to see your brows being furrowed, thinking about something. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a coin.

"Penny for your thoughts?" He asked.

"Why were you snooping around anyways?" You ask him, still concentrating on the blood stuck to his skin.

"Uh..I was gonna change my grade on that math test we had last week." He replied, looking down again at his shoes from when you tilted his head.

"The math test? Maybank.. that's tomorrow." You couldn't help but grin a little bit at his answer.

His looks up at you quickly in disbelief, staring into your eyes while questioning whether you were joking or not. You could feel yourself starting to blush so you quickly look down hoping he didn't notice the effect he had on you.

"Oh shit.." He speaks up, starting to laugh at himself and his *foolproof* plan. He tilted his head back down again for you to continue to clean his wound, you poured some antiseptic liquid on a piece of cotton and started to dab his wound. His cut started to sting and he slightly hissed from the pain and grabbed your thighs as a result.

You flinched at the instant contact and your cheeks started to burn bright red. You continued to dap and wipe his wound until you thought it was enough, you set the cotton pad down and picked up a plaster. JJ looked up at you while opening the plaster but still had his hands placed on your thighs. You put the plaster on his forehead and rubbed it to make sure it stuck.

"And we're done." You say resting your hands on the counter admiring your work and the boy.

"Kiss for good luck?" He smirked as he tapped the plaster hoping you'd kiss it. You laughed and pushed his head away, his whole body moved away from you and you hopped down from the counter. You grabbed all the used supplies and threw them in the bin.

"What? It was worth a shot, it's not everyday I get a hot nurse." He grins as he picked up his balaclava from the table. Your cheeks flushed yet again as you started to walk out of the room, JJ followed you and walked beside you.

"You know,  I can just tutor you if you want. You'd get less injures that way and you can get rid of that stupid robber hat." You point at his balaclava, giggling to yourself as he fakes some extreme sadness over the hatred to his balaclava.

"Um yeah, sure..I don't have to pay you do I? Cause I have like- no money." JJ asks as you both enter the library.

"Nope. Free of charge." You say as you grab your things and shove them into your schoolbag.

"Great, when do you wanna start?" He asks yet another question while fixing his hair. You zip up your bag and sling it around your shoulder.

"Friday night at my place. I'll text you the address." You start to head for the door. "See ya tomorrow Maybank"

After that first tutoring class JJ just kept coming back to you until he received his first A on the 8th math test, he found out he actually celebrated by kissing you and from that moment on you two were dating. You went on to meet his friends and going parties with him and even talked about getting married sometimes-

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"Hey." A voice snapped you out of your memory, you turned your head to see JJ standing behind you in the sand.

"Hey." You reply, he sits down beside you and reaches into his back pocket and holds out a coin.

"Penny for your thoughts?" He asks, making you laugh to yourself. You look at him, he genuinely looks caring and slightly worried, you look back at the waves again.

"I was thinking about the first time we met."

He sighs to himself thinking about that night, he moves closer to you and laughs.

"What?" You start grinning wondering what his mind came up with.

"Nothing, nothing." He says shaking his head with a big smile. "I still have that scar." He admits, lifting up his hair showing you the scar that you've seen many times before. Both of you laugh.

“I didn’t even know your name.” You added in between the laughter.

This is one of the first times both of you laughed together after the breakup, it was nice. After a while the laughter died down and you were both sitting in silence. It wasn't awkward though, it was peaceful, no matter how long you've spent apart, you still feel comfortable around each-other.

"What happened to us?" JJ asks, finally speaking up after minutes.

"Hm?"

"We used to have so much fun together, when did it stop?" He rephrases his question, by now both of you are looking each other in the eyes. You sigh and place your head on his shoulder.

"I don't know J, we just- fell apart."

(hi! this is my first one-shot/imagine thingy i’ve written and i’d love as much tip or constructive criticism as possible! please tell me what you liked and didn’t like about this post♡︎)

[sinclairesimblr]

I'm feeling the need to vent. I would put this under a cut but I'm writing from my phone and it wont let me, sorry and scroll down if you are not interest in late night personal ramblings.

I'm back from my vacation, it was great, I needed it so much, it's been two years since the last time I traveled, and I love the beach, the sea... It's so relaxing.

Anyway, I'm back and I've been thinking a lot about my life and what I want to do and where I need to focus my energy from now on. So, here goes a bit of my story 👀👀

I graduated from uni and received my degree in February of 2020, everyone knows what happenned the next month 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ I couldn't get a job because of the pandemic. On late April I found out I was pregnant, after having a misscarriage in 2019 it was a shock, because I didn't have a job so had no health insurance, I had to attend the public hospital which was full of covid patients, and on that instance we knew nothing about the virus and everything was so scary.

Being in this situation, after losing a pregnancy before and this one being a risk pregnancy I had to be in bed until I was 5-6 months pregnant, and having to be locked down without being able to see anyone from my family or friends was a huge and hard process.

By December when my baby was born my anxiety got the best of me and I couldn't sleep (I think because I couldn't relax fearing something was going to happen to my baby if I was deep asleep). Literally I was not able to sleep, my body wouldn't let me and the amount of stress and the lack of sleep made my brain collapse, I suffered with panic attacks and depression.

After a few months I was better, and "ready" to get on my feet and start looking for a job, but turns out I couldn't get out of my house. I would have anxiety attacks and needed to run back to my house everytime. I was always afraid something would happen to my baby if I was not with her and I couldn't leave her with anyone.

When she was 6 months I had a job interview and I was ready to take the offer, but a few days later we found out I had covid, so that reinforced the idea that if I went out something bad would happen. My daughter, who was only half a year, had severe symptoms for several days and I felt a lot of guilt.

After that, I never got my taste and smell back, as I've said before a lot of things taste awful for me and that has led me to feel depressed for not being able to enjoy food anymore. I was super tired from being a mother and a housewife 24/7 and was not finding the strenght or motivation to do something to change my situation.

It's been 2 years since I received my degree and I haven't been able to start working because I couldn't bring myself to the outside world again.

Playing Sims 4 has been my escape , all these months it kept me busy, motivated and gave me something to work with and feel somewhat useful. But I can't keep running away from my issues... Mostly because we are at a terrible place economically, we won't be able to survive anymore with only my husband's job

Being away these two weeks, travelling for 1200 km, being out, walking around the city, spending entire days at the beach (thanks to my dad who invited us and paid for everything), made me found myself, kind of, and I realized I am ready to go out to the world now, and so I have began searching for a job again. I won't lie, it scares me so much because it's been so long since I've interacted with people outside my family and closest friends... But I have to get my life back.

In any case, this means I won't have the time to play Sims anymore or post, not only because I'm still a mom, but also I have to start studying again since it's been so long I'm afraid I won't be prepared enough when I start working.

I'm sad to leave like this but, real life is calling me and I have to answer. Maybe once I start working and if I find a balance with everything I could come back, but only time will tell.

I also wanted to say Thank you all for being here when I needed the most. With every like or reblog, I felt like I had a purpose here and like I was doing something "productive" instead of feeling I was just wasting time on a game. So thank you so much for making me feel appreciated and not alone!! 🥰

[all-about-seggs]

False Love-

Rating: ❌ 18+, Explicit ❌

Pairing- Timeskip! Yandere Oikawa Tooru x fem reader

Word count- 1.8 K

Warnings- Aphrodisiacs, fingering, dub-con, vaginal sex, Oikawa is delusional and sad.

A/n: This is my fic for the Valentine's day Collab that @ultimate-astridwriting hosted. I hope I was able to live up to their expectations (ᗒᗩᗕ).

Roaming around the busy streets of Palermo, ginormous heart shaped props occupying the narrow lane paints Oikawa's vision in scarlet. Love is in the air, as they say, was quite literally true for the beautiful city of Argentina.

In the midst of giggling couples and warm twinkling lights, the annoyed click of his tongue gets drowned out; Unnoticed ;making him recognise his own solitude.

Normally he'd have hoards of girls vying for his attention, trying to take him to their place but maybe it was because of his age, or the mountain of experience with the momentary flings that made him want to search for something deeper.

He used to be fine with superficiality of his relationships, the repeated cycle of getting himself off of any faceless women who came onto him then forgetting her existence the next day was fulfilling in itself. Afterall, his career has always taken priority.

Though the last remaining brain cells of his body tries to rationalise the situation he is getting himself in, Oikawa had already decided what kind of connection he wanted and and was just going to let himself have that. Selfishness is not something he ever disliked anyway.

He felt no need to hide his disdain, Oikawa wasn't one to be subtle about his pettiness either, that's why the contrasting emotions of his own, clashing with the jubilant ones of his surrounding annoyed him to no end.

The chocolates wrapped up neatly in his hand felt heavy, causing his fingers to tremble slightly. It wasn't the weight of the box but what he intended to do with the said item that made his insides twist with excitement.

Yes. It was excitement. Happiness and pure bliss that he felt when he rang the doorbell of your modest appartment in the costal side of the city. Despite having the sea right next to your place, the cold February air still made you shiver as you opened the door to see Oikawa standing at your doorsteps, all smiles with a dash of extra in his typical 'hand on the hip' pose.

Surprised wouldn't even being to describe your current state of shock. You spend the next few seconds just starting at his ever confident form before his voice brings you back to your senses.

" Yooohooo~ babe, I'm sure I don't look 'that' good. I just finished with practice so my hair's probably a mess right now", he continued on with his cheery tone,

" Come on, It's not like you have anyone else to spend Valentine's with, so why not just let me in already and look", dangling the expensive looking bag in front of your eyes, his expression took on a slightly sinister turn in their features, the kind that went away as soon as they appeared not leaving any trace of its original condescending vibes.

" I made these chocolates for you", emphasizing on the made part he stares right into your eyes, as if waiting for his well earned praise. Heaving a sigh of defeat you release the door know you didn't knew you had in a death grip, opening the door completely in a gesture to usher him inside.

Oikawa quickly makes himself at home, plopping down on your couch with his long legs stretched.

This was the first time you had seen him after the rejection of the high in demand position of his girlfriend. The face he made when you turned him down was of utter disbelief so much so that you almost reconsidered your decision. But you weren't that wishy washy in your opinions and his was a type you made sure to ignore.

You were aware of his salty personality and the habit of holding grudges, so you thought after that fateful day he'd ignore you like the plague, but for all his arrogance Oikawa's face was the epitome of gleeful.

" Soooo", starting off with an awkward note you casually try to sit on the furthest arm chair from the couch Oikawa was currently occupying and tried to ask what exactly was he expecting out of his current visit but he quickly cut you off by his own booming voice.

" Before all that, why don't you try these?", Pointing to the chocolates he starts unwrapping them, as he pulls the decorative ribbon, two rows of brown, heart shaped delicacies appeared.

"Don't be shy, I made these for you afterall", he remarked, pushing the box on your side of the table.

You didn't think much of it, afterall, 'making' chocolates just means buying store bought ones and just melting them into different shapes right?

Popping one small cube in your mouth you let it dissolve, your taste buds filling up with the sweetness of the treat. Just as it finished you heard Oikawa speak again.

"You probably know why I'm here, but I'll tell you again", readjusting his posture, he sits straight, both the look in his eyes and tone taking a more serious turn.

" I thought about why turned me down that day and I finally realised......You were just scared weren't you?", rather than upset he sounded relieved as he continued with self assuredness ,

" Of commitment? Or because of my job? Either way I can already assure you that I was already prepared to put you above everything else if the situation calls for it".

You were just sitting, listening to his outrageous conclusions when you felt your heartbeat increase. The sweaty palms of your hand to the moistness in your core, your entire body started reacting in ways you'd never experience before.

"You thought that I'd keep our relationship on the back burner and only focus on my career? You were just lonely weren't you?", With every passing second his delusional words seemed to work with more and more intensity that didn't helped your hyperventilating state at all.

"And you rejected me because you didn't wanted to have an absent boyfriend right? So in reality-", by the time he finished he was already in front of you, the fire in the depths of your core made your mind hazy and eyes unfocused. You wanted to ask what was happening or what he put in those chocolates but forming any coherent words was a feat on its own in your current condition.

He smoothly takes one of your burning hand in his cool ones, the contact making you instantly lean onto him for more. You're sitting in a daze when he pulls you up from the arm chair and places you on his lap back on the longer couch.

In your already aroused state, the soft strokes of Oikawa's fingers on your scalp made you succumb further into the need for release as you sit on his lap with your head resting against his shoulder. The room was now quite safe for his soothing voice that came from right about your head.

"You love me right?", the words that come out of his mouth in the heated moment betrayed all his attempts at feigned composure. He may have spiked the chocolates with some sort of aphrodisiacs but the way your heart hurted after hearing this made it seem more like a love potion.

With his barely audible voice they sounded almost like a plea, another desperate measure to get what he wanted.

Before you could even notice, your vision tilts and you find yourself pinned to the couch, with Oikawa hovering right above you. His hands on your sweatpants, lowering them all the way to your ankles. And the weirdest thing?

You didn't wanted him to stop.

Not when he spread you out completely in front of him. Not when he was shamelessly staring at your naked pussy with a maniacal glint in his eyes and definitely not when he shoved two of his thick digits up your leaking pussy that covered his entire palm in your slick at the slightest of contact.

Your soft walls clenching around his fingers was all he needed before he stared unzipping his own pants. He gazed at your panting body while he pulled his cock out, flipping you on your stomach with your ass up and face shoved down.

You barely cared about anything but getting fucked good at this point when you heard some rumbling behind you, as soon as Oikawa was done putting on a condom he lined himself up against your entrance.

Not wasting any more time he slips past your folds until he is buried to the hilt. The feeling of being stretched out and filled to the brim coaxed out a few lewd moans from your mouth.

Your slick was enough to make Oikawa pick up a hard and fast pace, your entire body shook with every thrust of his. He kept his hands on your waist, pushing himself as deep as he can before pulling out until only the tip remains. Your own orgasm started building up with his every action.

His member throbbed against your insides and the moans that slipped past his gritted teeth indicated he already came but his cock showed no signs of softening as he kept going with his brutal pace.

You bury your head sideways, tongue lolling out and covering the fabric beneath it in your drool as Oikawa lodges his cock further into your pussy from behind. He moves in and out of you with ease, the slick from both your pussy and his previous release was more than enough to keep his memeber going.

Gripping your ass cheek in one hand, he trails his other one in between your thighs. Quickly his digits grazes your clit, the pressure they added along with the heavy thrusts pulled you closer to the edge. The anticipation of your impending release was all your lust laden head could think about the feeling of ecstasy that you desperately needed.

The intensity of your orgasm made your eyes roll back, and if it wasn't him holding you firmly in place, you probably would've fell down the couch. With your entire body shaking your panted heavily from your mouth to calm yourself.

Oikawa doesn't make any attempt to pull out or move and even after your breathing becomes even his member is still lodged deep inside you. He gently starts gyrating his hips against your pussy again and it becomes obvious that you weren't the only one under the effects of aphrodisiacs.

As cum trickles down your inner thighs, all you could decipher was the overwhelming bolts of pleasure Oikawa's cock provided and the sounds of your skin smacking against eachother's.

With his hands on both of your sides, he lowers himself down until your back was flush against his toned chest, his raspy voice rumbled through your ear as he spoke in a dark possessive tone,

"Don't forget..... we are in love"

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20. On average how much do you write a day?

29. What does writing mean to you?

Do you have a favorite character you write or do you just love them all?

I am always wondering when you have time to sleep because every week there’s a new story! I imagine you are the most organized person on the planet to be able to work, cater, write, and just live! I can barely keep up with my laundry and dishes! Also, your writing means so much to me and I know to your other readers as well. There are so many characters I have gone back to re-watch the movies or research the comics because after reading something you wrote about them, I realize I must have missed something. For example, I never paid attention to Tony Stark but your stories revealed a depth to him that I didn’t see at first. Now I love him! Same with Spiderman and Deadpool. They are my ultimate favorites because of your writing. You have the gift of seeing the truth and depth beyond what is merely presented and you not only help others see it, you make us feel it. Your stories truly keep me going! They inspire me and give me something to look forward to. Thank you for sharing your wonderful talent with us all. ❤️

On Average How Much Do I Write a Day--My days change depending on whether I'm actively writing a chapter or just outlining upcoming fics, but during a normal month? In 2021, I published an average between 20-25k words a week, whether that was two or three chapters of a full length fic (my chapters are about 7k words now) or one of my shorter fics that are pretty much between that 20-25k mark.

This month I'm writing less obviously cos I'm focusing on pulling over KoFi fics and cleaning up my masterlist and that sort of thing, but starting in February I'll probably be back up to the 20-25k words per week mark.

What Does Writing Mean to Me-- Everything? Yeah, basically everything. Writing (in general, not just fic) has always been my "chosen" artistic outlet. I've played the piano since I was three but basically as soon as I could read, I also wanted to write stories. Some of you guys know that growing up for me was *not great* and as a result, I was fairly non verbal for huge stretches of time (hello trauma response) and had a very hard time articulating... anything? Writing helped me find words and find a way to speak for myself but because my adopted family was very conservative, I was extremely censored in everything I wrote, even my private journals so eventually I gave up and stopped writing altogether.

Finding Tumblr and AO3 and discovering fan fiction was literally mind blowing for several different reasons but mainly because it was the first time in years (YEARS) that I thought I would want to write again. For that reason, most of my earlier fics in 2017 and 18 are very obviously me working out internal issues and mental health struggles and a fair hint of PTSD but once I got through alot of that, I found such a JOY in writing again that now it's all I want to do. Being able to write and to have the freedom to write what I want and lately, have a few of my bills paid every month thanks to commissions, is like a dream come true for me.

Not to put too weird a point on it? But for eight and nine and ten year old Kara who shut down to the point of never talking and used to write in journals and then shred the pages so she wouldn't get in trouble and who gave up altogether on her dream of being an author... this is amazing. Being able to write every day is AMAZING. It's literally my voice out there in the world and that is really truly something I never thought I would have.

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