daryl: i fell-
carol: from heaven?
daryl: no, i literally fell-
carol: in love with me the moment you saw me?
daryl: MY ARM IS BROKEN
carol: okay, but do you think i’m pretty? be honest
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🦋 You give me, you give me butterflies 🦋
My Winxsona in Butterflix 🦋
(This is how I wish turning 27 would look like)
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2 gün önce hayatımda ilk kez bir savcının karşısına çıktım. Bir avukatım oldu. İfade verdim. Suçlanan kişi oldum. Karakolda beklemeye alındım. Adliyede bulundum. Çok garip. Hemen atlattım çünkü bende madurdum. Anlaşıldı ve olay kapandı. En azından şu anlık. Şimdi ise bir kaç gündür yine sınav kaygısı ve ne yapacağımı bilememe ataklarından geçiriyorum. Kalbim sıkışıyor nefesim kesiliyor arada. Sürekli yürüyüş yapıyorum ama sürekli. Sürekli müzik dinliyorum. Meşgul etmezsem kendimi korkuyorum. Düşünmekten. Hissetmekten. Korkulur mu bu kadar doğal şeylerden? Dayanılmaz oluyorlar. Korkuluyor. Geceleri sürekli uğultu duyuyorum. Düşüncelerim izin vermiyor bir süre uykuya geçmeme. Sabahları erken kalkıyorum geç yatmama rağmen. Yoruldum. Ne yapacağımı bilmemekten , korkmaktan , düşünmekten , kendimi açıklayamamaktan , yoğun hissetmekten. Babam konuştu az önce de. Neden böyle yaptığımı sordu. Yazıl değil mi dedi. Sen değil miydin ders çalışmak için gezmekten bir yere gitmekten vaz geçen zamanını harcayan günlerini veren sen değil miydin kızım dedi. Bilmiyorum dedim her sorusuna her cümlesine. Gerçek buydu cidden. Bilmiyordum. Üzülüyormuş bana. Beni bür tuttu eleştirdiğim ve gerçekten benzemediğim insanlarla. Üzüldüm. Aslında kırıldım. Haklısın diyebildim sadece. Gerek yok bir şey olmana da diyor aynı zamanda. Ama neden çalışmışım o zaman en başında. Kafam allak bullak. Sürekli başım dönüyor. Ellerim titriyor her zaman. Saklıyorum saklıyorum her şeyi her zaman en iyi yaptığım tek şey zaten. Sürekli uyumak istiyorum. Bir tek o zaman kayboluyor her şey. O zama duruyor sanki zaman. Sanki her şey mümkün oluyor o zaman.. iyi geceler. Gökteki yıldızlar kadar parlak olur umarım ilerisi.
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> mom spilled trace amount of curry powder on the floor
> cool ok ill sweep it up in a sec
> go to the bathroom, come back
> curry powder is suspiciously less
> cat is suspiciously yellow
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Yandere! House Monster x Reader
Listen, I woke up in cold sweat at 4am with a vision: you and your stereotypically unavailable gamer boyfriend have moved into a new house. You find out very soon it's not as empty as you had assumed, but your worries fall on deaf ears. The tentacle monster lurking in dark corners just wants to make sure you're not lonely.
[Second Part]
Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance (mildly NSFW)
You didn't notice anything strange at first. Maybe it was considering its prey. You'd found a cheap, old house available for rent, and your boyfriend couldn't refuse the extra space for his mancave.
Oh, you poor thing. It watched your lonely evenings, your empty bed at night, your futile attempts to spend more time with your beloved partner. It had originally planned to devour your souls and await the next foolish mortals to enter its realm, but seeing your pitiful state prompted a change of heart. Metaphorical heart, of course.
It started gradually: testing the waters, or what you'd call a courting attempt. Doors opening by themselves, disembodied eyes lovingly gazing at you from the nearby walls. Dark tendrils making their way out of the shadows, just to announce its presence.
"I think this place might be cursed", you told your boyfriend one evening. "I've been stalked by amorphous silhouettes of blight and terror, and they whisper ancient blasphemies to me at night." He let out a worried shout and slapped the desk. "That's cool, babe. I'm kind of losing right now, though, so perhaps give me a minute?"
One night you were awakened from your slumber by a warm touch sliding across your body. You smiled into your pillow as the cheeky hands made their way down, fondling your curves and hungrily searching for your sensitive areas. You let out a soft moan, enjoying the moment, until you heard your boyfriend yell from the other room. Your eyes shot open.
The hands lewdly groping your privates were, in fact, tentacles. Your first reaction was to gasp, but you were quickly silenced by another slippery appendage pressing against your lips. Shh, shh. Allow the creature to do its thing, dear. Surely enough, within minutes you were a drooling mess, holding onto the sheets for dear life.
"You've been in a good mood lately", you boyfriend remarks, idly scrolling on his phone and crunching on his breakfast cereal. You ponder if you should tell him you've been fucked relentlessly by a monstrous creature inhabiting your new home. You glance at the counter and smirk, remembering how you just had to wipe your wet mess from it a few hours ago. "Keep it that way, hun, I could get used to not being pestered every hour", the man jokes with a laugh.
Does it count as cheating if your affair partner isn't really human? Although, you have to wonder if you're still dating to begin with. From the corner of your eye, you can discern faint movement above the young man, a shadow looming menacingly. The eldritch monster would not hesitate to tear your poor boyfriend apart if he tried to mess with its belonging.
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Daughter of fantasy villains decides to rebel against her parents by actually going through with her arranged marriage to a local golden retriever of a prince instead of running off with some local villain-to-be or conquering said golden retriever’s kingdom and ruling it solo like her parents expect her to. Plus, sue her, she’s into the clean-cut earnest look.
At the same time, local prince charming discovers that he’s actually very into the gothic fiance his parents have landed him with in order to try and establish peace with the local evil lair down the lane, he would never have guessed a spiderweb pattern could look so fetching on a ball gown...?
Meanwhile, two pairs of parents in a tizzy because they both expected their offspring to whole-heartedly reject this union and give them an excuse to conquer their goody-two-shoes/evil neighbours, they’re not supposed to actually like each other-!
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