#i crave validation

[xxalphaclownxx]

i recently got a sticky hand, and i’ve been a little shit with it- so i thought that noah deserve pe to be a bastard too, as a treat <3

FEATURING SOME OF MY FAVOURITE NOAH SHIPS!!!

[girlboss-girlblog]

i get so happy when someone hearts my posts😭

[pinkypoo1114]

I’m craving some intimacy rn

[mana-jjk]

and what if i said that i have an inuokko fic in the drafts with memory loss, pining on both sides, one-sided inukamo, some low-key unhinged yuuta and enabler toge content with three different endings 👉👈

[slutforsilverfoxes]

🔊 Calling my fellow McGarrett girls, gays, and theys:

A McGarrett x reader undercover op at a casino has been begging itself to be written... do I keep going with this? Excerpt below the cut 👀

When your former mentor had contacted you about an opening at her coral reef research lab, moving from Camden to Oahu had been a no brainer. You’d packed up your life in New Jersey and been on a plane to the Aloha State within a week. Your favorite cousin, who’s truthfully more like the big brother you always wanted, had been elated to hear the news, welcoming you at the airport with open arms and two simple rules.

“Always answer the phone when I call so you don’t worry me to death,” Danny had said, holding up one finger, “and two,” he added a second, “you’re an adult and you can date anyone on this island-”

“Thank… you?”

“-but stay away from this schmuck.”

The schmuck in question had simply rolled his eyes, draped a beautiful lei around your neck, and greeted you with a warm hug. “It’s nice to finally meet the famous Y/N. I’m Steve.”

Your confident promise to your cousin had been broken a whopping two months later- and no, you hadn’t ignored one of his phone calls.

“Did you get me a beer?” you ask with a teasing lilt to your voice, wringing out your wet hair before dropping down onto the bench beside your boyfriend of three months. A quick glance around reveals that Danny’s over by the shrimp truck with Kamekona, and you lean forward to steal a kiss before putting some space between yourself and your favorite brunette.

“I surely did not,” Steve sasses back and takes a swig of his ice cold beverage. “Alcohol and diving do not mix. But I did happen to get a mango smoothie from that one place down the road this pretty girl I know really likes.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm,” he responds, a goofy grin spreading across his handsome face. “But, uh, she didn’t show, so I guess you can have it.”

You laugh and give him a playful shove, then let out a content hum as you pop the straw through the lid and take a grateful sip. “So good,” you moan in delight, and Steve has to bite his lip to refrain from making a comment when he spots Danny approaching the table with your regular orders.

“Hey, you.” Your cousin greets you with a kiss on the cheek before taking up residence on the bench across from you and Steve. “Why’re you sitting all the way over there, huh? You like that clown better or somethin’?”

“This guy?” you snort, taking your lunch off the tray and rifling through the napkins in search of a fork.

“Ouch.” Steve winces as if burned by your comment, and you surreptitiously squeeze his thigh beneath the table.

“So tell me about this case you’ve got,” you coax your cousin to change the subject, spearing some grilled veggies on the plastic tines and scooping up a respectable mound of rice on top.

“So there’s a diamond smuggling ring-” Danny starts, and you immediately cut him off with, “Shut up, that doesn’t happen in real life.” You turn to Steve for confirmation, but nothing about his facial expression suggests this is a joke. “Are you serious right now? BFFR, Danno.”

“I don’t- I don’t know what that means. Why are you making me feel old?”

“Be fucking for real,” you and Steve supply in unison, and you smile proudly at him. “You’re learning!”

“Between you and Gracie, I keep up, okay?”

“Oh, between my cousin and my daughter, you- okay, that’s excellent,” Danny says, his tone indicating it’s anything but. “Anyway, they’re using poker games as a cover to uh, collect their product, shall we say.”

“There’s enough rich people on Oahu with actual diamonds?” you ask, incredulous. “And here I am working like a pleb for paper currency.”

“Word,” Steve seconds your statement, raising his beer in a toast. You clink your smoothie against it before taking another refreshing sip. “So how’re you gonna catch them?”

“Well, there’s a high roller tournament on Friday night that we’re betting they’ll hit. We wanted to go in undercover and flush them out but…” Steve trails off and gazes at you thoughtfully, but Danny’s shaking his head before the next words have even formed on the brunette’s lips.

“No, absolutely not. Don’t even think about it, Steve.”

“What?” You turn to him, excitement coursing through your veins at the way his eyes have lit up. “Think about it! And tell me what you’re thinking about.”

“You could go undercover with me to the tournament, help me gather some intel. Maybe we get you to confirm the diamonds are actually in their possession and-”

“No!” Danny chimes in again. “What’s the matter with you, huh? These guys have killed two people already, Steve. It’s too dangerous for her.”

“First off, fuck that-”

“Language.”

With an eye roll, you amend, “Forget that. More importantly, shouldn’t Danny go undercover? You kind of suck at poker, Steve.” You feel a sharp pinch at your side and you yelp in protest, slapping at the SEAL. “It’s true, you little-”

“You’re not going,” Danny says definitively. “What about Tani?”

Steve shakes his head. “Tani and Junior have already questioned two of the men involved. They’ll be made before they even get to the table.”

You cross your arms and level your cousin with a smirk. “Sounds like you need me, Danno.”

“Then I’m going with you,” he declares.

“Yeah, no, hard pass,” you backpedal. “Even as a former thespian, there’s no way I can convincingly play arm candy for you without it being weird.”

“So, it’s settled then, little Williams,” Steve says with a grin. “You and me. Friday night. The high roller table at the Ilikai Hotel.”

[d1g1tald1saster]

Omg gay people!!

(Finishing up BITB rn, imma draw some crappy shitposts later lol)

Bonus emizel under cut

[dare-to-dm]

So at my job we have the opportunity to request funding for an improvement to our personal office space. Something like a standing desk, or a lamp if you don't like the overhead lighting or a more comfortable office chair, etc.

But what I want is a gong. I want this so that I can ring it every time I complete a mundane task and then declare in a dramatic intonation "IT IS FINISHED".

Do you think they'll approve my request?

[soggytapeworm]

REMINDER!! EIAL is getting a free pass to move on.

EIAL (the song) is moving into round 2 for free because there’s an odd amount of songs, so I’m giving it a free pass for some reasons mentioned in an earlier post that you would’ve seen if you followed me (im not guilt tripping you.. totally not. just politely asking🙏🙏). and if you’re worried about the same last song being moved forwards because of odd numbers, worry not!!!111!!!1!1! you’ll see what’s in store for round 2 if you follow and stick around for next week where I’m gonna be doing it. Sometime. And I’ll be making a personal blog so look for some cliche and basic little screenshots that might hint to what I’m gonna change about this (im literally just gonna explain it there a few days earlier than you get round 2 here im just hyping it up so I get follows)

Anywyas!! See you next week!!

[fianne-0123]

My sisters do not look at me as much as I look at them.

She thinks that I am my mother’s favorite but they are each other’s favorite and I have nobody if not my mother. But my mother does not listen to me, so in reality, I truly have nobody.

My elder sister will not know how I make my fried rice. She will not know about my 6th grade unrequited love, about my favorite authors, and my talents. She will not know.

But I will know her like the back of my hand; I know how she loves watching true crime, I know how much she adores dogs and how particular she is about her stuff and I will take all of this to the grave.

(I do not want to, I think, but I feel more than that.)

I know how she’s still hungry after, in a fight with mother, she says she isn’t. 

I know she is so I will stay behind and eat a little bit slower. I’ll whisper to mom hushedly, “I’ll wipe the table and wash the dishes” to get her off my back, even if I don’t want to, but because I want my sister to eat.

I see her and she doesn’t see me. Or, she does see me but she doesn’t understand me. She looks at me like I’m darkness looming through her and she looks at me like I’ve somehow ruined her life and I don’t know what I’ve done. 

I haven’t done anything but it’s almost like I’ve died in my mother’s womb, and I am now just a ghost haunting them for when I speak they respond but their arms dig past my heart and instead of feeling through me, they feel past me.

I’m here and they’re choosing to ignore me.

I’m here and it’s like I’ve never been. 

I stand on my right foot and contort my body into a woman when I am barely a teenager, and I would do so again and again just for her to see me.

I would tear my body in half for her to see me for me.

I am afraid that she will only do so when my body has long decomposed in its casket and she receives my folder of files just like this one, detailing how I’ve felt.

Shivers may pass through her veins, and instead of satisfaction, she will feel guilt. She will feel rotten and disgusting. I do not want that.

I am torn into bits and pieces and my lungs have been removed and yet I am still breathing and I am already inexplicably dead when I feel shame for dying out of guilt for living.

[xxalphaclownxx]

not my best work, but i wanted to be on time for at least ONE day, yknow? shhhhhh noah is eepy

[popcorn-plots]

Tony: What's wrong? Stephen: [staring at his laptop] I need to write this email, but it's scary Tony: [sitting down] Do you need validation? Stephen: ....yeah... Tony: Look, it's going to be alright. It's a little scary right now and that's okay. But you're strong and smart and capable, and I believe in you. Stephen: ...thank you. I needed that. Tony: Of course. I love you. Stephen: I love you too.

[marvelmaniac715]

One thing you need to know about me is that with one shred of validation, I’m consumed by a need to keep doing what earned me the praise in the first place. For example, when precisely one person praised my au concept, I began writing a twelve chapter long in-progress fanfiction with over 13,000 words, a Q & A chapter and over 100 comments (I answer every one because like I said, validation fuels me). So yeah, I’ll do anything for validation, read into that what you will 😂

[eisodiary]

but if i gave up on being pretty, i wouldn't know how to be alive.

[aestillea]

the academic validation i crave [ a moodboard ]

[iconicgxddess]

no validation, just love

[louisentheirbees]

academic validation is for the ugly girlies with shitty personalities who only have one thing going for them (this is about me)