#i feel really bad sometimes for wanting to get the fuck outta here and live on my own

[hoosurdaddy]

How the Golden Trio + Draco give head.

Summary: takes place after DH. 18+. I included Draco.

Triggers: Oral (female reader receiving). Repeating myself a lot, imo.

Harry Potter:

Harry loves a dominant woman in charge. He’d more than likely allow you to have control over the sexual part of your relationship.

Harry loves to be the best boy and would do anything for your pleasure. He would be practically begging you to sit and ride his pretty face.. how can you say no??

He would be looking up at you with his cute eyes, as he licks and teases your slit and smirk at your moans.

Harry would definitely be moaning and groaning of pleasure into your pussy.

Due to Harry having a massive praise kink, he’s very eager to please. Sometimes you almost have to tell him to calm down but once Harry gets started, there’s no stopping him.

Harry, rarely ever a dominant, will order you to lay on your back so he can lay between your legs and spread your pussy lips apart so he can taste every inch of you.

Harry wants you to have the best experience and for him to know, that due to his little experience in that aspect, that he can make you feel really good.

Harry would be such a passionate, sloppy Pussy eater, ugh, fuckkk.

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Ron Weasley.

Ron has never eaten a girl out before, but he’s thought of it. But when he’s eating you out; he’s a perfectionist. Ron has been overshadowed his whole life, but this, he wanted people to know how good he can make you cum.

Ron loves biting and sucking your thighs before he goes down. So expect 100% of your thigh skin to be covered in hickeys from here on out.

Ron always has such gorgeous fingers (you’re in lucky if you’ve a hand kink) cause fuck me, he’d be fingering you and sucking your clit as his life depends on it. And you’re going to let him, won’t you?

It’s his pussy, not yours. He’ll constantly remind you as he spanks your clit as you edge your third orgasm.

Ron uses this to his advantage. You’re angry at him? He’s on his knees. You’re stressed? Ride his face until you’re not.

Loves, loves having his hair pulled in every direction, especially if you’re pulling him into your pussy. He would die happily.

Ron would be big into Complimenting you before, during, and after. “Fuck baby, your pussy tastes so good. It’s my favourite thing to eat.”

Just be prepared, that before every quidditch match, he’ll definitely want a kiss from his favourite girl for good luck.

And if they win, you’ll get more than a kiss. ;)))

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Hermione Granger.

Like Ron, Hermione is a perfectionist. But in this case, she’s clueless. Bless her. She would definitely have done her studying before hand.

Very shy and nervous at first, but with your help and guidance, Hermione will pick up on what you like in a second.

Hermione, imo, is the type to rest her head on your thigh as she sucked and played with your clit, pulling away every so often to listen to your praises of her.

^^ Hermione always loves when you guide her to where you want her to touch and kiss her. She die happily between your legs with a tight grip on her hair as you pull her in every direction.

Cumming is a massive goal when Hermione is eating you out, she lives for the taste of you all over her mouth. Tbh I feel like Hermione is secretly a dirty talker?? Like she’s the cutest, innocent face but says the most dirtiest things to get you to reach your orgasm. (“You look so pretty right now, your pussy is as pretty as you”).

Like outta pocket. Hermione has the prettiest voice. Her moans would be so pretty too. I can imagine, Hermione going down on you and shaking her head side to side with your clit in her mouth as she moans. Like🥹

I can imagine Hermione is pretty into 69 too. That way you both can experience pleasure. She was a little nervous to be ontop, but once you reassured her that all you want is her pussy in your face, it becomes her new favourite position.

Hermione J Granger for the win.

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Draco Malfoy.

Eager to please. Draco wants to live up to his ‘bad boy’ phase. And bad boy he is ;)

He’s such a tease too, ughhh. He wants you putty in his hands until you’re begging him to give you something, anything.

Like Hermione, Draco is such a dirty talker. (“That’s my girl, just like that.. Shh, baby you’re doing amazing”). Imagine him saying that while your legs were over his shoulders. So pretty.

Draco loves feeling your body while he eats you out. He’ll have one arm across your waist, holding you down while the other arm is reaching up to massage your tits and nipples.

Draco wouldn’t stop until you physically have to pull away from him or move cause he just wants to keep tasting and teasing you. Like, Draco doesn’t care how overstimulated you get, he won’t stop until he’s satisfied with how much he’s done.

It’s his pussy and he’ll do what he wants.🤷‍♀️

And he does it at the worst of times too, imo. His favourite would be if you worked a desk job and he crawls under the table and just goes to town with tongue and fingers. He loves the cat and mouse game of will you be caught and fired? Or nahhh.

Best believe that Draco would wear your slick and cum proudly all around his face and chin without a care in the world. Hehe

[cxhleel108]

LITG S8 Thots for this week: Here we go again…

(Sorry friends a bitch was getting crunk the last two days so I did not have time to do this until today❤️)

• Ok before we even start why is he sitting like thiskdmsmsnsnd someone help me.

• So the customization…I told y’all I wasn’t trying to gag too hard when they first revealed MC and this is exactly why cuz once again why we only get braids for textured hair??? They’re not even free like y’all already pissing me off.

• So clearly this season is about zodiac because why else would we only be getting star sign tattoos?

• Meet Jaylin y’all😝😝😝 You’ll be getting all her info soon.

• Everyone hating this swim suit but it actually being my favorite. The others were just ok to me Idk sue me.

• Mind you it’s only been like 2 minutes and we already causing issues.

• I think we’re already getting married tomorrow guys Idk.

• And he has a lion tattoo so that means he’s most likely a Leo and my girl is a Gemini oh look how I ate this pairing up!

• Oh Theo stans I’m so sorry…

• I’m so glad I’ve never ended up getting the guy stuck in the “Day One” couple like I really would just end it all.

• The job options being the exact same…ok! I wanted her to be an athlete anyway😁

• Him assuming that he had a high chance of being picked when Oakley and Jin are present…I just busted out laughing.

• Yeah all this talk about compatibility and these dudes talking about being “magnetized” and “drawn” to us is def giving let’s compare our charts to see if we should fuck each other or not.

• Such a real bitch oh Claudia I love you already💯💯💯

• Sophie telling me to cool it around Jack like I want him…I just busted out laughing again.

• Our date with Theo just feeling like two people building a friendship and not a relationship was nice I would love for it to stay that way tbh (Him like 5 minutes later saying he was trying not to flirt with us can they not do this again like please).

• Jack’s date was a snooze fest who’s shocked? Also him having two moms just makes sense Idk why.

• I am gonna have so much fun replaying this season to do Jin’s route omg this man is too good.

• Yeah I already don’t like Emel. Girl who is bringing yo ass a bouquet at 8 in the morning??? Don’t piss me off.

• Uhhh cuz I’m badder than you, duh!

• Outfit time🥳🥳🥳

• These are cute!

• This is not!

• Right…anyways so!

• Yikes!

• Hehehehe no y’all don’t understand like she is already my bestie fr. Love when one of the girls is here for the fuckshit.

• The drama that be happening sometimes be so stupid like girl. Claudia sitting here telling me everyone was mad at each other on DAY FUCKING ONE because nobody wanted to be with who they were with…do y’all just come on here and then forget how the show works.

• Oh girl just stop like fuuuuck😭😭😭

• Outfit time again✨

• The panties did not need the sheer added.

• This literally being a swimsuit.

• Claudia’s outfit is so cute ugh werk!

• WHY IS THIS MAN BOOTY SO DAMN FAT LIKE OMGGGG😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

• He wanna compete with me so bad!

• I’m cryinggggg why we really living the storybook romance that Emel keep begging for.

• Me & Oakley: “Cheats are the lowest of the low”

• Also Me & Oakley: *Eating each other’s faces off outside*

• Yes please get Emel out of here before she takes Willow’s place and actually starts annoying the fuck outta me.

[krewekreep]

So the case of Nigga Eren/ Black coded characters in fanfic is getting WILD. Now as someone who was on tumblr when people would lowkey get weird if you asked for a race specific fic NOW it’s like because of that lapse in representation and the new wave of tumblr, there’s this overcompensation online for Black users to feel seen and build community. Sometimes I wonder if the writers know how to even write a fanfic (not because they are bad 🫤 but the fact a lot of them just seem like self insert smut) ((arguably that’s all smut on here but still work with me)

As a tumblr user in my 20s with an account over ten years old, I feel like I can kinda Grandma the situation. Both sides have a point which is why the arguing isn’t going anywhere. I believe Black women can be attracted to negative, toxic masculinity. (I personally don’t read alot of x black reader fics cause it’s just not what I like or how I get down in real life). These characterizations bleed a bit too into the real world where these traits and ways are very unhealthy, toxic, and unsafe.

“ITS FAN FICTION.” Bitch I don’t really care and watch who you talking to…

Both sides tryna have an absolute opinion is really annoying and y’all lowkey making Black centric fanfic an annoying community. 1. Yes, we all can ignore what we don’t like 2. Yes, there’s WAYYYY too much toxic nigga coded material to even get to something someone DOES LIKE 3. Whatever your age it’s okay to say I’m attracted to toxic behavior AND like to express it in writing. 4. If you don’t like it it’s okay to have a critique. But y’all blowing the Fuck outta me now 😂

Now imma lowkey be a little mean. NO no one wants to read a hood/ghetto coded White dude or Asian. It’s lame in real life, it’s lame online. Whatever YOU like (as a black person) IS ON YOU. Im not into Wiggas and Chiggas though. And as someone who identifies as hood or from that upbringing it’s a bit *anti-Black* to see every characterization of a MALE is black coded and unnecessarily controlling, possessive, RUDE, inappropriately horny etc. Like you are using REAL LIFE IDEAS OF PEOPLE to get your rocks off…take accountability for how that OBJECTIVELY looks…

All in all TBH enjoy what you want but nothing in life has EVER said what you like, what you do, and how you do it can’t be criticized. And I personally resent Black women who are not of a certain experience and obsess or fetishize men of their own race who simply come from a different lived experience (+ having an accent yall also fetishize) it’s weird…

You can be black and be a part of the problem, y’all not gonna stop cause you don’t ACTUALLY care but imma add my lil two cents…

[nerves-nebula]

Hi um terrible sorry to bother you rn with a maybe loaded question but what would be each turtles biggest concern(?) issue(?) once they leave splinter and like move to the hidden city? I have a decent idea for donnie and leo but have barely have any for raph and absolutely nothing for mikey

This may or may not turn into something im working on for this tmnt iteration

not entirely sure what you mean by concern so I'll try to wrap my head around "issue." but even that's pretty broad, since they have a lot of overlapping issues.

so like, they've all got PTSD. just to get that outta the way. i think ive talked about this before but i cant find those posts sooo here's to hoping i dont contradict myself!

Raph: Raph mostly struggles with figuring out his identity outside of being a protector. he also focuses a lot on trying to remain present (not dissociate) and being more in touch with his bodies needs, as well as his emotional needs. it's hard for him to pick up new hobbies because he can't really tell what he likes?? so that's what hes doing in therapy, trying to figure himself out and learn how to better take care of HIMSELF instead of others. and like, see himself as a person haha.

Mikey: Mikey gets a bit high off of freedom and kind of goes crazy throughout his twenties, lots of sex, parties, magic drugs, normal drugs, he's down for whatever. he's kind of all over the place and he loves it at first but then he realizes it might not be a great way to live for him. he wants to have something to show for his life and work and like, find a community (while still being insane sometimes :>) and he ends up doing a lot of charity work, painting murals, and a bunch of other stuff. eventually he stumbles his way into a tattoo apprenticeship. His whole thing is basically figuring out how to be his own impulse control, with a side of guilt because he feels like he's the "least traumatized" of his brothers (he still has PTSD it just usually shows up differently than in his brothers)

Mikey also really, REALLY hates being called stupid (not as a joke, like if he fucks something up and someone says hes dumb or something). Splinter always said he was the dumbest one of them all and he acts like he doesn't care, BUT HE DO. it really gets under his skin.

Leo: a lotta self hatred on his end tbh. he spends a lot of time as the hidden cities protector trying to atone for his past mistakes. he feels both fragile and like he's walking on eggshells around his brothers because he knows that he's made most of their problems worse. he also feels like what he went through isnt as bad, because splinter liked him the most. so he's got a similar guilt thing going on as Mikey, with the added pressure of feeling like he has to "earn" his place with his brothers, the way he had to "earn" his place as Splinters favorite.

Donnie: Donnie goes to college pretty early into moving into the hidden city, which he's super excited about! he gets into a really bad relationship for like a year or two with Adelaide, and after that just kind of becomes more and more suicidal until he attempts to kill himself. im not actually entirely sure about the timeline here but yeah, he deals with a lot of sexual & relationship trauma as well as self esteem issues (literally only conceives of himself as pathetic and weak), intrusive thoughts, and suicidal ideation.

donnie doesn't feel like he'll ever be good enough for anything, and he resents the people around him for disagreeing because he thinks they're lying to him.

hope that wasnt all too rambly for ya!

[undercoverpena]

I have to ask (only if you're willing to talk about it), how do you cope with hate...? I got the feeling from your last answer and tags that this was not the first time. Do you have any tips on how to self-regulate? How do you stay so kind-hearted & compassionate?

The reason why i'm asking is that I'm relatively new here and dread the day I receive hate mail.

Much love to you, I adore the way you write and lift others❣️

- Fellow cancerian who doesn't want to grow too hard a shell

hello fellow 🦀 thank you for the compliment on my writing and lifting others (honestly, I just feel too much and I have to thrust it on people haha)

and honestly I don’t mind answering, I don’t really have like a hard and fast answer so I apologise for the ramble under the cut:

it depends on what is said. which I know is wildly unhelpful, but it’s the truth. the one today was like…. silly? to me anyway. it wasn’t necessary, it was just—oh let’s kick someone. and like, I’m not just saying this, but I laughed and I honestly was like, jesus you feeling okay anon, like damn.

but, I’m nothing but honest (where I can be) and there have been some that have fucking hurt. like I’ve cried my eyes out—which is a lot for saying this is fun, and a hobby.

in my corner though, I have great people. one of my friends is like my rock, and she allows me to send her the more crazy ones. and we sorta have this process of talking about it first before I make a decision about deleting/responding. for me, it helps drafting my feelings or talking them out, just so I can get rid of that ‘initial’ reaction. because sometimes I just wanna shout and tear someone a new one, but that means letting them get a rise outta me? y’know.

so once I’ve done that, we normally fall on the deleting side, because it’s important to me to create a space that I feel safe in, that I’m proud of, and that others know they can come into and also feel okay. you having a bad day and seeing that I’ve been kicked down isn’t going to do anything except us both feel poopy. so unless I can be sassy, let it roll off my back, I try now not to respond.

to return back to chirpy, annoyingly nice Jo 😏 I spend time with people i love: fandom, irl and who I live with. I may go on a walk with my dog. I may put my headphones on and blast music (celine dion power ballads hit different), and lastly, I’ll churn it into something writing wise.

writing is what helps me regulate all of my emotions. I feel so much, always have done, always will. but writing helps.

unfortunately, there’s always a chance I’ll get hate. because like irl, we don’t gel with everyone. which is why I wish people would just unfollow, block and move on, but i can't control that nor can i guarantee the former will happen. so I just try to create a space I’m happy to be in, like this overtly pink blog with all you lovely lot who follow me as I throw you in fandom after fandom.

lastly, my friend said this earlier and I’m going to quote her (she’s going to love this) “you literally get what you see with you” and she’s right. it’s not me staying so kind and compassionate, that’s just who I am (which sounds big headed, like omg I’m amazing) but I just care. and on the days where being “me” feels hard, that’s when I stay off here. because it means I need some me time to get back to a good place.

I am not sure if this was helpful, 🦀 anon (this is what I’m calling you, hope that’s okay). but my dm is always open, and so is my inbox.

pls try not to let fear stop you from sharing with the world, don’t give the prospective haters any chance to steal your shine 🩷

[justafriendlystranger]

I'm loser baby~ (sweet carnage)

"you're a loser baby~ a loser but just maybe-"

"If we eat shit together things will end up differently,,"

"It's time to lose your self loathing, excuse yourself. Let hope in."

"Baby play your card, be who you are. A "loser" just like me~"

I just watched the new hazbin hotel and I LOVE HUSK AND ANGEL DUST'S DYNAMIC!!! QAQ <,333 Their song really reminds me of one of my favorite ships Meztli x Trickster!! because think about it! imagine the scene going like this:

Trickster is feeling rather down because of who she is, (as I recall, BP said Trickster hates killers right? and she's a killer herself so doesn't that mean she hates herself? idk it's just a theory... A GAME- nah just kidding anyway!! back to the story) and Meztli finding it rather annoying that one of he's favorite people to mess around with is not giving him the reaction he wanted because she's pitying herself, decided to "cheer" her up with this song!

"so things look bad and your back's against the wall.. your whole existence seems so fucking hopeless."

"You're feelin' filthy as a dive bar bathroom stall,, can't face the world sober and dopeless."

"you've lost your way, ya think your life's a wrecked."

and then hit her with the-

"well, let me just say... you're correct."

"wait, what??"

"you're a loser baby, a loser goddamn baby."

"your a fucked up little whiny bitch" he says with a smirk, taunting her.

"Hey!"

"you're a loser just like me." "Thanks.. you idiot."

"you're a screw's loose boozer, An only one-star-reviews-er."

>:0

"you're a power bottom at rock bottom but you got company~"

I know meztli wouldn't say this because he has the absolute most confidence in himself, and saying he's a loser is sooo unlikely but if it cheers up his girly and stop her with this sad and pathetic reason she's in. he'll stoop down to her level so he could mess with her again ;)

plus I think he's going to be the one convincing trickster "hey you're a killer and strong just like me, we can make people grovel at our feet so have the confidence like that too. It's pathetic seeing you like this and I'm not going to fight someone as strong as me but is being an emo."

plus the line in the song:

"there was a time I thought that no one could relate.. to the gruesome ways in which I'm damaged..."

"but lettin' walls down, it can sometimes set you straight~"

"we're all living in the same shit sandwich."

"I tried to kill my friends a couple of times.." trickster said looking disappointed at herself.

"Hahah!" and you think that makes you unique? (literally has done the same thing and even succeeded) get outta here man."

"were both losers baby, we're losers it's ok to be a-"

"messed up psychopathic freak?"

"baby that's fine by me~"

"I'm a loser honey, A schmoozer and a dummy-"

"but at least I know I'm not alone~!"

"you're a loser-"

"just like me."

I think Meztli means 'killer' in the word 'loser' but he knows trickster hates that word so he instead use this =)) plss take a listen to this song and picture them together!!!! QAQ <,3333!! god I'm craving to write/see a story for these two TwT

~~~

Meztli belongs to @aesopsbaby !

and Trickster belongs to @boiling-potato !

[girlreblogger]

honestly i don’t understand how ppl get mad because others don’t wanna read no traumatic, struggle love, lowkey violent, cheating, smut galore toxic shit. the amount of thug, plug/drugdealer, bum!, straight up scary, PRISONER (which is crazy yall romanticizing mfs getting outta/being in jail??) black reader fics (from all kinds of fandoms btw) is actually concerning.. like frfr let’s be honest with ourselves cause the things i’ve seen on here has truly been interesting. (thanks to the ppl who’ll put warning tags tho ig) and ofc ima eat up some of them fics cause they be good sometimes but also that’s all i be seeing. i truly wanna read sumn cute and sweet that don’t leave a bad taste in my mouth like i don’t wanna read the fic and then be pissed off after. obvi we all can just scroll and not read what we don’t want which (if you harassing ppl for what they write it’s never that deep… be fucking fr. write something in your notes to fulfill you or sumn until you find something. don’t use that as a reason to spread negativity) and ik a lot of ppl get at blk writers abt how yn talk which (???) idc cause i talk the same so we’re not talking abt that. also i gotta say sometimes the drug dealer fics be treating yn like a princess (which 🫶🏽) but that’s every now and then when it’s not toxic or drugs, extremely excessive smut and cheating isn’t involved. ofc ofc write what you want but pls bffr and don’t act like them characters don’t be putting yn through some bullshit. yeah tension and stuff is cute cause yk you don’t want it to be boringg but toxicity and attractive tension isn’t the same. there’s sooo many ways of going abt getting that tension. and so many other blk girls say the same and it’s just can we get something positive please. and that legit can just be maybe possibly no aggressive smut.. or a annoying situationship, or all the other lowkey scary shit i be seeing. it’s disheartening to wanna read something abt blk girls and your fav that’ll have your feet kicking up and stuff and then getting pissed off cause your fav character just manipyadipped and cheated on yn or sumn. i’ll keep writing self indulgent fluff in my notes app tho until then. (and if you want to read something positive write something for yourself then too if youn wanna post it or be a writer but PLEASE reblog ppls stuff when you not at least) and not to mentionnnnnn all the fluff on here that is for black readers we barelyy find like you can type “x black reader fluff” and barely any will pop up honestly. which some ppl don’t want certain ppl interacting with their stuff and some ppl don’t gaf abt fluff at all so that writer gets no interactions (or half as much of what they would get on something with smut or etc) and it discourages them from writing it more and it’s also harder for ppl to find what they did write. so even if you don’t care for it at least reblog or sumn pleasee to support the writers. i really appreciate all the blk writers or their works that don’t get enough attention. that’s why i post fluff or just more positive fics for the blk girls who are tryna find them. i’ll def make a list of writers that i like as well. if you want sweet rainbow glitter blk reader fics you gotta do sumn in return too dont just read and do a lil scroll nawl you can make a lil side blog and reblog stuff. mfs have lives tho ian reblogging every sec in general tho i feel like blk writers don’t get enough attention and exposure sometimes but that’s… another thing .. anyway dont stop writing what you want but idk dont act funny or be rude when someone don’t want to consume the same shit as you alllllll the time. i just felt like saying this cause i legit can’t go on here no more and find something that’s not toxic. when i heard ppl saying this i thought they was just talking to talk but nawll. anyways i wanted to say that bye.

[nopeferatu]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤



OOF...well, since most of my favorite pieces of writing are eternal wips, I guess I'll just post the snippets here, haha. Please bear in mind that nearly all of them are over a year old, and none of them are very good—I do draw more than I write, after all. But I do dabble here and there and so yeah! This is some of that!

5. Untitled WIP

This is suuuper old, one of the first things I wrote after watching the movie again in early 2022 and falling deep down the rabbit hole. It's actually not that great and is pretty sad in it's entirety, so I tried to grab the better chunk, haha. Try, if you can, to mind the first person pov—I know better now.

It's been years and I still really miss you, Jack. All I known in life is the feeling a missing you. You think I'd get used to the feeling, what with all them months and miles between us in the before times, but this missing you runs so much deeper than these tired bones have ever known before.

Yanno how you said your Mama believed in the Pentecost? She ever tell you 'bout that Bible story, how God made Adam and Eve? It goes like this—the Lord took a big pile a sand and breathed into it to make Adam, then he took Adam's rib and from it, went on to make Eve.

Was thinking on it the other day and figured, what if that's how God made the two a us? What if he breathed life into a pile a horse shit, then when I came up, took my rib, put it in a rodeo fuck up and sent the two a us out to the world, pair a deuces trying to fnd their way? I always thought maybe this hurt was emptiness, where my heart went missing after you were gone 'cause you'd taken it like you took my shirt. Now I'm thinking, what if the pain's from that ol' rib coming back after you died to settle in where it don't belong no more? Tryna rearrange all my insides that gone without for so long, and my body's rejecting it like a horse rejecting rider 'cause it knows it don't belong to me no more, never did, neither.

Then again, maybe it's just busted up in there. Maybe it has been since the summer a '63, and I just ain't taken notice 'til you went on and met your maker.

Maybe this ol' heart's just broken.

Know I shouldn't be asking shit from you considering all the ways I took and didn't give you nothing but hurts in return, but I’m asking as a man who never asked for nothing from you, neither—you wait for me, Jack Twist, just a little longer. Used to say that I couldn't wait to see you again, but you helped give me a second shot, try and fix up what I didn’t think I could hardly stand no more. Now I know I can bid my time here a while longer, being a daddy and granddaddy, living out some a the life that you didn't get to have.

So you wait for me… even if it's just so I can tell you how God damn sorry I am for it all.

I love ya, little darlin'. Reckon I always have, reckon I always will. You enjoy them whiskey rivers, but make sure to save the last round for me.

4. Want

This snippet is also super old, and once again, forgive me for the first person pov. Ik a lot of ppl don't typically like it in fiction and I've also kind of grown unfond of it. I was young! I was dumb! I've learned I've learned I've learned!!!

As I'm crying and coughing up the blood from my lungs into my mouth, the second thought comes to mind: just how bad I want for Ennis to come find me, come and save me from what I know's coming next. But he weren't there. Never was, never would be. The tears came down harder 'cause a that one.

The very last impossible thing I wanted was something I dreamed of for a long time. Even though most everything I craved was outta reach, I always thought I could get it, somehow, some way if I tried hard enough. But from the very start I'd known this want was impossible, and yet sometimes I wanted it more than I wanted life itself.

Dying alone on the side a that hot Texas highway, all I wanted was to be nineteen again, close enough to touch the Heavens on Brokeback Mountain.

I thought I could hear Ennis hollering for me back at camp, and I smiled. I'm comin', cowboy.

Then I closed my eyes, and would never want for nothing again.

3. Untitled WIP

I really hope to finish this one, someday. I really like playing around with the other potential bad end of BBM, where Jack ditches Ennis for Randall after May 1983 because his hope and patience has run dry.

"Name's Randall. Educated type of fella, went to college, got him a job as foreman of the ranch down a ways from my place." Jack takes a deep breath, sighs it out. "Tells me he loves me more times 'n even Lureen's said it," he stays quiet a moment, kicks at the loose pebbles on the ground. "Tell you what—feels good to hear it, too. Man's gotta know he's loved ever now 'n' again, Ennis."

Ennis thinks of cold mountain nights filled with the bleating of sheep and illegal elk, of dozens of jobs taken and abandoned, of divorce; thinks of four years of missing and bruising kisses, of sixteen years of hands worshiping at the temple of a bull rider's broken body, and of every cold night in between filled with dreams about bright blue eyes and the warmth of a perfect smile. He thinks of the last twenty years he spent dropping everything at the siren call of a postcard, and for the first time in his life Ennis thinks about love; wonders what it might be, if not that.

But Ennis doesn't say so, just clenches his trembling fist even tighter into itself.

2. Five Boys that Jack Twist Had Liked (and One More Whom He Had Loved)

This one is another old one that I reaally hope to finish one day. I have a about 3 1/2 of the 6 part written, I just...need to find the gumption to get through the rest.

4. Andrew Peterson

Andrew had been one of his daddy's ranch hands, a boy who would've been two grades above him if Jack hadn't dropped out of high school his sophomore year. He had just graduated, was one of the lucky few whose parents didn't value his contribution to the family finances over his education, and was hired on for the summer in the hopes of making a little cash before heading out of their dead-end town and into the real world. It was a plan that Jack, at sixteen, had already been well acquainted with.

It wasn't often that the Twist Ranch hired hands around his age to help out around the place, and Jack, always the friendly type and more than just a little lonely, had been eager to make a new acquaintance. Andrew hadn't seemed to mind when Jack started taking his chores alongside him, appearing glad for the company, himself. They shared easy smiles and private jokes, becoming such good friends in such a short time that his Mama would tease about one of them losing their very shadow if the other wasn't around.

Just like with Stephen before him, Jack had been drawn to Andrew like a moth to a flame. He never understood what there was in a boy that drew his eye to them in a way that none of the fillies who flirted around with him ever did, until Andrew, after a tiring day mending the old fence posts that corralled the bulls in and about two months worth of dropping frustrated gestures and signals, had said, "Fuck it," pulled Jack out to his Daddy's feed barn and into a scalding kiss that left Jack weak in the knees.

Andrew hadn't been his first kiss—that honor had gone to lil' Miss Sharon King back in the first grade. Seeing as how Jack was well regarded amongst the ladies as a 'pretty boy', there'd been plenty of kisses after that, too. Andrew had, however, been the first kiss that finally had him understanding what all the fuss was about.

As if to slide it on home, later that summer he even made sure to be Jack's first fuck, rounding out on all the bases that left Jack with a whirlwind of questions about himself and even more feelings bursting inside than his young heart ever thought it could handle.

"Been savin' to go to school in Denver," Andrew started, breaking the silence one night out in the feed barn. They sat passing a cigarette and some of his daddy's stolen whiskey between them, riding out the residual high of a midnight roll in the literal hay. It had been dark out, and with only the full moon and the hot red cherry at the end of the cigarette bathing them in their glow, the two were effectively shielded from the scathing eyes of the light. "'m leavin' in a few months, splittin' before fall comes." His gaze was fixed somewhere on the black horizon, watching something that went unseen to Jack.

Jack felt his stomach sink like the stones he used to skip in the creek way out past his house.

"Denver? Ain't that a might bit far for some schoolin'?" He tried to laugh, but it came out sounding choked and strange. Instead, he looked down into the whiskey bottle in his hand and took a swig from it, willing its sweet burn to help him maintain an air of indifference. "What they got down there, anyway?"

Truth be told he didn't blame Andrew for wanting to go—he had been itching to leave Lightning Flat in the rearview, himself. Still, he was unsure that he wanted the conversation to continue. He didn't want to think about his new companion leaving so soon after this something between them had begun. Nevertheless, curiosity—slightly embittered—took hold and ultimately won out.

Andrew took a long drag out of the cigarette. Its hot cherry burned a bright, fiery red before dulling once more to an ashy gleam. "A chance for fellas like us," he finally breathed. The smoky tendrils made their escape past his lips, taking his words with them.

"Oh," Jack muttered after a beat of silence. He wasn't quite sure he understood, nor wanted to understand, what Andrew was getting at, but tried hard not to let his disappointment seep out into his tone regardless.

It hadn't worked. In a moment, Andrew smashed the lit butt out against the wall, leaving them cloaked in darkness once more before leaning over to kiss him sweetly. It had knocked the breath out of Jack, just like their kisses were wont to do.

"Maybe someday you can come pay me a visit. I dunno, it might just be a sweet life down there, yanno?" Andrew's smile, only barely visible under the glow of the full moon above, was easy and inviting.

For once all motormouth Jack could do was smile back before eager hands, warm like the end of the cigarette and the whiskey settled deep in his belly, were on him again, ready to reignite the fire that set Jack aglow.

That summer, Andrew had pressed red-hot marks into his flesh that would soon fade on the outside but sear into Jack's soul for a lifetime, forever branding him as the different sort of boy he had been both warned about and accused of being in the entirety of his short life.

Looking back, he realized he'd known what Andrew had meant all along. At sixteen years old Jack knew what queer was, and finally understood, with no room for doubt in his mind, that it was him. He reckoned that weren't nobody's business but his own, though.

After that summer, Jack never did see Andrew again.

Twenty-four years later, tucked cozy warm into his Colorado bed, Andrew would awake from a dream about blue eyes and wonder, not for the first time, what had ever happened to the kid who'd been his that one short summer before making the move that forever changed his life. Looking beside himself, into the handsome face that had laid dreaming beside him every night the past fifteen years, Andrew would smile and hope that, wherever Jack Twist was in the world, he had gotten out of Wyoming and been lucky enough to make his own bit of bliss out of the hard hand he'd been dealt.

1. Clipped

Summary: Tomorrow may tell another story, but for tonight, this man—with his baby blue eyes, sleepy, self-conscious grumbles, and beautiful clipped dick—was his, all his, and that was enough. It had to be enough.

Aaand here's a fic I've actually posted! Lol! Fun fact: this was actually the very first fic I wrote following watching bbm again in January 2022, and it remains like. The only thing I'm actually super duper proud of. It isn't even that good, but I'm just proud that I actually finished something for once lol.

Thanks for the ask, @alifeasvivid! :D

[imaginespazzi]

Hey bestie,

How are you? I hope you’re doing good! Me? Not so much after reading part 3 😭

My thoughts:

I wasn’t expecting us to finally get the fight from that night, so I was NOT prepared. This - When Azzi’s 18, Paige says those words, ones that sound a lot like giving up, and teaches Azzi that sometimes in life, even the people you thought would never make you feel this way, are the ones who'll break you the most – this broke me babe, and to think Azzi still held on despite everything. Like I know Paige was just hurting but maybe she does deserve the suffering (a little bit) after all.

The entire summer scene was fucking elite. Poor Katie and Tim, they just wanted a. nice. family. dinner!! And instead they had to sit through their daughter’s gay ass drama lmao, #freeKatieandTim

The bros standing ten toes down for Pazzi ✊ Jon and José not even trying sent me, like no sorry, P is our sister-in-law but we appreciate you dropping by. AND DREW, our MVP - Drew had looked over to Azzi then, his eyes wide and accusing, “you can’t be Azzi’s girlfriend.” – little man was a bit traumatised, like sorry pookie who is this girl and why is she claiming to be something she can’t possibly be? He’s the GOAT fr, I know when he and P got back home, he scolded tf outta her and it went something like- Drew: “Why are you letting Azzi be other people’s girlfriend?? That’s OUR pookie.” P: “I know, I’m trying bro!”. Drew: “Well try harder!!” *stomps away*.

Then the Cayman Islands - UCLA and UConn to each other: 😡😤🔪🤬🖕👿 while Azzi and Paige: 🥰😍🫂🤩💗👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 and then there’s probably Carol like: 😩 (she’s so over all this)

And then the ending! I’m guessing P left without saying goodbye because she probably saw the text from Zoe and once again was promptly reminded of their reality? 🥺

Speaking of Zoe, oh girl I’m so sorry, you deserve better – like damn, she just wanted to share some fucking pizza!!

Also, jealous Azzi making an appearance! (I’m such a shameful sucker for the jealous Paige and Azzi trope, I’m sorry!)

Oh and one final thing on part 3 – babe I know you said writing **** was taking years off your life, but we really appreciate your sacrifice because it was absolute 🔥🔥

What’s next (potentially)?

Oh man where to from here huh… I feel like Paige is eventually gonna get to the point where she's like "choose me, pick me", only to realise that Azzi just can’t do it cause she can't trust her with her heart, and I know it's gonna hurt bad. And even though Paige needs and wants more, she’ll also take whatever she can get even if it’s slowly killing her, because it’s Azzi and she’d rather have a little bit of her than none at all 😔

Also, a tension-filled game between them in the final 4 coming up maybe??

That part where Katie shoots Azzi a look of disappointment – I wonder if momma Fudd will ever call out Azzi over whatever’s happening between her and Paige and poor Zoe?

Either way, something tells me we’ve still got a lot of angst coming our way, and look as much as I want our babies to finally just get their shit together, I just can’t say no to more angst you know, I’m just a girl. 🤷‍♀️

Oh and this part - she’s even less sure about how she’d survived that one year where they’d practically lived in each other’s skins – is this something (I'm guessing this is their covid era?) we go into a bit more?? I do love all the allusions/references to how long they’ve always been something more and the blurring of the lines but never fully crossing it obviously until that fateful summer of 2022. I guess it does explain somewhat, though, why Paige felt so betrayed about Azzi not choosing her (UConn) because baby girl probably thought “ok once we’re both at UConn, we can finally be together 😌” - like her dream/vision of them playing together and also being together got ripped away from her ❤️‍🩹

As always, bestie, thank you for existing, thank you for your talent and for being so generous in sharing it with us. You outdo yourself every. fucking. time. 💐

Quick non-ucla fic side note: ESPN’s Bracketology having Utah and UConn on opposing sides of the bracket, so basically they’re saying Utah vs UConn championship game where I get to watch AP and PB ball out? Yeah ok, give it to me. 🤪 #APHiveUP (but bleed blue always ofc)

Favourite quote/line:

“You always say the right things,” Paige says quietly, and then even quieter, she whispers under her breath, “you make it so hard Az.”

Big love always 💗,

-🙋‍♀️

Hi bestie,

Omg I'm sorry....again 😭

I was gonna wait a little longer with the fight but it felt right to have it in this chapter and I wanted it to be from Azzi's perspective because it would hit just a little harder

Poor Katie and Tim fr like they should have just gone on a cute date instead of having to deal with this craziness

The brothers are the biggest Pazzi shippers like they're actually tired of their sister's bullshit at this point. Drew with the biggest truth ever really just shut everybody else up. "GET OUR POOKIE BACK BEFORE I HAVE TO DO SOMETHING" - Drew Bueckers at some point probably

I was gonna add a line about Carol and Charisma just frowning at their teammates and being all exasperated and then fully forgot lmao but yeah UCLA and UConn are big mad at each other. Though writing Nika and KK are Muhl and Arnold felt so weird.

Bestie you might be the only person who got my hint which apparently was not as obvious as I thought 😭

Zoe, poor girlie pop, y'all are gonna be absolute wrecked for her soon because girlie's just a sweetheart who does not deserve this but got caught in it anyway

Jealous Azzi might actually be worse than jealous Paige in this universe lmao but the waitress was doing *too much*

Part 4 is honestly a bit of a mystery to me because I've dug myself a bit of a hole but never fear, I will angst myself out of it somehow. 😭

#APHiveUp YES EXACTLY BESTIE!! Utah vs UConn for the national championship because actually AP vs AE would be pretty fun too and listen not to get at my girl AP, but AE would win that and then UConn would win and that's the only valid ending.

As always, thank you for being here bestie. I love your long asks and how much you just get me and the UCLA fic which really wouldn't even be a thing without you.

Love you babes <3

[thegoober010]

HELLO HELLO! Tis I!

A non-undertale related one today, which is,, insane for me.

Can you write father figure Shane stardew valley and his child who started drinking? And Shane is like “I know how that feels but you dont have to do this” and and and JADJFJFFJFJ

my daddy issues show whenever i request father figure writing because its always angsty

It can be a one shot or headcanons :3

-🐾

OMG GRAAAAA HEY PAW PRINT ANON I MISSED YOU SNOOKIE 😻😻!!!!

ALSO WOWZERS NON-UNDERTALE RELATED!!! SHOCKING!!(IM FOOLING AROUND TEEHEE) AND OMG OFC I CAN!!!

I WOULD NEVER EXPECT SHANE TO BE FATHER FIGURE MATERIAL BUT REAL !!!

IMA DO A ONE-SHOT AS A SORRY FOR MY ABSENCE GRAAAAAAAA!!

GENDER NEUTRAL READER AS USUAL <3!!

characters -> Father figure Shane (that's all-!!)

TW/CW -> substance abuse, mentions of depression, using alcohol as self-harm, and swearing- obviously-!

word count -> 2k/2192

On a serious note, if you or anyone you know is suffering from depression and is using unhealthy coping mechanisms such as drinking to try and drown their sorrows, please know that there is resources, there is help, and you/they are not alone. Please talk to someone or listen to them, because it's obvious you/they need it. Speak up before it is too late and leads to more risky behaviors. You're not alone and neither should they be. Things will get better, without happiness there won't be struggle, but without any struggle there will be no happiness. Things may be bad now, but it will turn out okay. You never know when your day of happiness shall come, so please don't give up and please do not use such unhealthy coping mechanisms, all they do is cause even more harm dear. Please talk to someone 💗.

now that, that's outta the way uhhhh onto the one-shot -!

"I know how that feels but.. you don't have to do this."

Just one more bottle. Just one more! What's the harm in one more drink? After all it's not like you're addicted or anything! No, no of course not! It's just for some temporary relief, it's not like you drink almost every damn hour of your life and waste your days lying in bed. Fuck. You allowed a soft sigh to escape your lips as you laid in bed on your side, hugging your knees and covering yourself with the blanket. You were in your room, per usual, you just finished your last bottle of alcohol yesterday and were hungover. You had a huge headache, you felt like throwing up and your stomach hurt, bad. You kept on over drinking even though you knew how it would affect you later, you kept drinking because it was your only escape from this shitty place. This town fucking sucked if we're gonna be honest, you felt like no one liked you, no matter what you did nothing was ever good enough, you wanted to leave, go explore but you couldn't you were stuck here due to the fact you don't have enough money to actually live yourself. Not only that but the people sucked. The mayor? He's absolute shit, making the farmer do all the work at this point. The people? Well some were nice but other times they're assholes if they don't know you well enough which sucked, a few were nice but... the town just sucked in general. All you could really do was just wallow in pity and drink your problems away, all your insecurities, it all felt like they were gone once you grabbed that bottle. You know it's wrong though, it hurt and tasted awful at first but you're slowly getting used to the feelings, sometimes you wonder if you should upgrade from alcohol to something more strong... maybe it'll help more? Right..?... fuck.

You groaned as you rubbed the side of your head. It hurt like hell. You had dark circles under your eyes, your hair was all messed up and frizzy, your lips were chapped and dry. It was quite obvious you weren't properly taking care of yourself, it could be spotted from a mile away. All of a sudden as you twist and turned in your bed you spotted your father, Shane, entering the room. You groaned and got up, quickly rubbing your eyes and fixing up your hair. "Hey, kiddo, you alright?" Shane asked. You nodded, giving him a quick hum as you put your shoes on, you didn't want your dad seeing you like this, you'd rather make a quick get away than let him see you not taking care of yourself because you know damn well he'd give you some long ass talk that you just don't have the patience to deal with today. "Mhm, I'll see you later dad." You mutter as you lazily tied your shoelaces, you quickly left your dad there with a concerned look on his face.

You made your way over to the Stardrop Saloon, as you made your way there you checked your pockets, quickly looking at the money you had to make sure you had enough to buy a beer or something of that sort. "Oh fuck yeah." You mutter as you saw you had just enough for one! You hummed as you made your way to the Saloon. You quickly threw the door open, making Gus raise a brow as he looked at you, he let out a small groan as he saw your face, even he was a bit concerned since you had been coming there more often. "The usual?" He asked earning a quick nod out of you. You sat down on one of the seats, quickly handing him the gold. He counted it before he raised a brow once he finished. "Uh, it's not enough, you're missing 2 gold." Gus said before he handed back the money, going back to cleaning a cup. You give him a confused stare. "The hell you mean I'm missing 2 gold? It's the same amount of money I gave you a week ago for a beer!" You exclaimed, you quickly lowered your voice as you saw the strange stares some of the people gave you. You cleared your throat slightly before shutting up. "Mhm, well the prices were raised recently." explained Gus, causing you to roll your eyes. "It's just 2 gold, come on! I'll pay the 2 gold tomorrow!" You negotiated, all Gus did was shake his head. "Sorry, I can't trust you to pay it tomorrow." Gus replied. You scoffed as you got off the chair. "Ugh.. fine, I'll see ya tomorrow I guess. Bye Gus." You grumbled as you made your way out the door. You let out a yawn, making your way back home.

You uttered curses under your breath as you made your way home. You leaned your head back, looking up at the stars as you followed the path back home. The sky was beautiful, sometimes you wondered what it would be like to be up there. Perhaps you would make a beautiful sky? Fuck, why are you thinking like this? Damnit. 'Just.. just focus on making it home' You thought to yourself. You turned your head to the side, taking notice of how the grass was blown ever so slightly by the gentle wind. Crickets chirped and the moon's light shun onto the grass and onto a lonely, empty bench. You stared silently at it for a while. 'A break from walking isn't so bad.' You though before making you way and plopping down onto it. You kept your hands in your hoodie pockets, your head leaning to the side as you looked up at the night sky. Your headache slowly started to come back as you finally tried to relax. Your eye-lids started feeling heavy, a soft sigh escaped as you your head leaned left, you felt so damn tired, you could just sleep right then and there. As you started to shut your eyes you felt a tap on your shoulder, causing you to almost immediately jump. "AH WHAT THE FUCK-" You yelled when you felt a hand on your shoulder, causing Shane to stare a bit shocked from your reaction. "Wow, calm down there kiddo." Shane said, taking his hand off. You let out a relieved sigh realizing it was just your dad. You clutched your chest as you calmed your breathing. "Ah- shit.. sorry dad you scared me there." You uttered.

Shane nodded in acknowledgment. "Is this spot taken?" he asked, obviously knowing the answer but wanting to check if his child was comfortable enough to let him sit near them. You shook your head. "No- uh no, sit if you want." You reply while rubbing the side of your neck awkwardly from the earlier exchange. You did not mean to scream that loud, damn. Shane nodded, quickly taking a seat next to his kid. You kept your obvious distance from him though, and it was quite obvious form the space between you two. "Uh, hey kid. Look, we gotta talk." Shane spoke softly, yet there was a hint of concern in his tone, he looked over at you. You raised a brow, you looked up at him for a bit before quickly looking away, leaning your head the opposite of where he was sitting. "Hm? 'Bout what?" You asked, crossing your arms and biting the side of your nails. "About your... problem with alcohol." Shane said bluntly, damn, just straight to the point. You almost choke on your spit, you continued to bite the side of your nails, your eyes grew wide before you shook your head, calming yourself down ever so slightly. "The hell are you talking about dad?" You ask, playing dumb. He furrowed his brows before placing a rough hand on your shoulder. "Don't act dumb, I know what you've been doing." Shane said, he was trying to be as calm as possible, his tone showed how worried he was though, you were going down the same path as he did before he had you, and he can't bear to see that. You tense up as his hand was roughly placed on your shoulder. You immediately pull his hand away. "THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM? I told you I'm not doing anything!?" You yell. You furrow your brows, your eyes squinting slightly as you did so. He seemed a bit surprised by your sudden snap. "Hey, calm down." Shane said calmly, he put his hands onto his lap, understanding you didn't want to be touched right now.

"Look, I know you want to act like nothing's happening, but I can tell when somethings wrong. You're my child, I don't want you hiding things from me, especially if it's making you make the same mistakes I did before." Shane explained, he stared at you while you looked away from him. "What are you talking about?" You ask, "I found the bottle under your bed kid. I know what you've been doing." Shane replied calmly. You immediately turned your head to look over at him, eyes wide. Fuck, you forgot to throw that bottle away. "Fffuck." You muttered, you rubbed the bridge of your nose in frustration, slouching as you rested your elbows on your knees. Your breath got shaky as you started to feel tears swell up in the inner corners of your eyes. Shane almost immediately noticed, he quickly placed a hand on your back, rubbing your back in circles. "Hey, hey, it's okay I'm not mad nor am I disappointed, okay? Hey it's okay." Shane reassured, yet you couldn't help but feel like such a disappointment. How could you be so damn stupid and let him find out? How could you let your dad down like this? You couldn't help but cry.

Shane took immediate notice, although he wasn't the best when it comes to comforting, especially comforting people, he tried. He pulled you into a quick embrace. Rubbing circles on your back as you cried. "Hey, it's okay. I'm not mad, I'll never be angry at you for something like this kid, so don't worry about whether I am or not, because I genuinely inly am not. I'm just worried on why you would look for comfort in drinking instead of telling me how you feel. Do you not trust me maybe?" Shane asked as he continued to keep you in a warm embrace. You shook your head. "No no no no it's not that... it's not that at all, I hic- just I.. I can't bring myself to.. to tell you any of the things I feel I-I feel bad doing that I don't want to burden you pa." You explain between sobs, trying your best not to make Shane feel like a bad father, because he wasn't he tried his best to stray you from the same path he had gone through yet here you were, going down the same road. You couldn't help but feel like you disappointed him because of that. Shane nodded in acknowledgment, he grabbed your cheeks and wiped away your tears gently with one hand while the other kept rubbing circles on your back in a calming motion. "Alright alright, I understand. But please, please for the love of god tell me whatever is happening, I don't want you to end up like how I did. You don't deserve that kiddo, you deserve to be happy. I learned from my mistakes which is why I never wanted you to go down the same path of addiction I went through. Please, whatever's happening tell me and I'll support you through it, not just because I don't want you to end up like how I did, but because I'm your dad. That's what I'm ment to do, help through difficult times. I know you can't help it but don't feel bad for reaching out to your own dad." He reminded you. "I love you kiddo, I'm your dad and I'm going to help you get through this alright, we'll get proper help because I don't want to lose you. I've gone through the same thing and this.. I know how it feels but... you don't have to do this kid."

You nodded in acknowledgment, it felt good to have him reassure you like this. It helped you realize how much you really mean to him. "Thanks dad..." You mumbled, your voice cracked ever so slightly, your voice also showed how tired you really were. You clung onto him. He sighed before picking you up like a child, although you were an adult he could kinda carry you easily. You let out a muffled sigh as you clung onto him, your eye-lids feeling heavier. You closed them and felt close to drifting off to sleep, but your headache would not allow you to. "My head hurts." You mutter. Shane nods in acknowledgment as he carries you back home. "Don't worry kiddo I'll give you medicine when we get home." Shane replied. You nodded slightly before giving him a hum of acknowledgment.

"I love you kid, and I'm going to help you no matter what"

[oh-my-damn]

Wow. You're sure putting in a lot of time and effort into a man you claim not to like. A normal person, with a normal, rational brain, would simply walk away and pay him no mind. Say you're jealous and go because girlie, it's embarrassing as fuck and so many blogs on here laugh at you behind the scenes. There's a whole ass group chat dedicated to just laughing at you and your friend's nonsense. That's how embarrassing you, and your friends, are. ///

Okay. Here we go.

First: this is absolutely not about jealousy. Bringing up problematic behavior and people needs to happen. Here’s the best part: you don’t like what’s being said, so you probably are part of the fucking problem.

@oh-my-damn has done nothing but listen and share experiences POC, myself included, have had with this, and why our feelings are the way they are. We may not agree on real or PR, but that doesn’t affect shit between us because we are fucking adults who can have grown ass conversations.

What she’s done, just by listening and not speaking over POC voices and experiences is way more than other mods on here have done. She posts the food and the bad. And if you’re uncomfortable with that, you’re part of the fucking problem.

Do you really think she nor anyone else who is friends with her actually care that there’s a ducking group chat made just to talk shit? No. Wanna know why? You probably don’t, but I’m still going to tell you.

It’s because she and her friends address the shit talking head on. There are no passive aggressive posts or asks, they don’t need to go on anon to say their piece. They talk about it to and in front of the people that cause the fucking issues in this fandom. Creating a group just to shit talk cause you’re too fucking scared or hypocritical to actually say it outright is being a fucking coward and a child.

Run back to your fucking group chat. You belong there. And trust, that’s not a good thing. Get the fuck on and outta here with this bullshit

Listen. Y'all can make as many group chats about me as you fucking want. Y'all can even try to blame me for doxxing, or talking shit, or being jealous, or being a hater, or whatever the fuck you want.

At the end of the day, I'm here doing me. I'm living my fucking life, I come on here when I have time, but otherwise I go to Law School (yes, you read that right. Keep that in mind next time you want to harrass, honeys. Oh, and that's not even my first degree. It is my second one. So yeah, come suck my dick), I write occasionally about characters or storylines that intrigue me, and I talk to my friends (and also people who are more than friends but I digress), and SOMETIMES I speak about topics that MATTER. They matter to a lot of people and they SHOULD matter to you. And the reason they probably don't, is because you're a bigoted racist. There, I said it.

Fucking hell. Make that fucking group chat. I hope you even put my pfp as your fucking cover photo. I hope you name it "Mandy's Hate Squad". I hope you talk about me all day.

ALL DAY. TALK ABOUT ME ALL DAY.

I am proud that I, little old me who started a blog without even knowing how to fucking use tumblr, am on your mind enough that you NEED A WHOLE ENTIRE CHAT TO DISCUSS ME AND WHAT I DO.

God. What an honor.

I will be handing out headshots and autographs soon.

Stay tuned for my con dates!

And @adulting-sucks? I love you. Thank you for being you, always ❤️

Oh, and I also want to add... That this entire ask from the original anon was created to, once again, DEFLECT. from the REAL ISSUES. Because that's what the Defenders do. They are apologists of REAL SHIT THAT SHOULD NOT BE EXCUSED. LIKE RACISM. AND ANTI-SEMITISM. AND FATPHOBIA.

I am sure they don't understand what it means when people start excusing that kind of shit. But luckily a lot of us do.

So fuck them.

Come suck my big sweaty balls you losers 🥰😘

[santademikey]

Overturned for Flo

flo is fifteen in this also this has not been proofread :]

1960.

“What in the fuck were you thinkin’?” Sal practically growled at Florence from the foot of her bed.

Okay so, maybe stealing his car to go joyridin’ through the Bayou during an important meeting with The Commission wasn’t Florence’s greatest idea, but hey— it got her her ol’ man’s attention.

It also got her a concussion, a broken rib and an over night stay at Frisco Fields’ ‘finest’ hospital.

“C’mon Sal, give her a break. She’s had a long day.” Vito defended his young friend. There were many reasons why Florence was so fond of him, and this was most certainly one of them.

“And what about me?!” Sal raised his voice, before looking around to see a nurse staring over at him. He quickly lowered his voice, “My image in town has plummeted, My car’s totalled, The Commission think I’m a joke.”

“The Commission have always thought that you’re a joke.” Florence hushedly mumbled, looking down as she twiddled her thumbs.

“Stay outta this.” Sal snapped, frowning at her.

Vito sighed exasperatedly. The only reason he came with Sal when he got the call that Florence had been hurt, was because she saw the girl as his own, “Fuck your car, and your ‘image’. Flo could’ve died!”

Sal opened his mouth to retaliate, but paused. He turned and looked right at him. He hated to admit it, but Vito was right. Florence certainly wasn’t his favourite child, or even his favourite person— but she was still his beautiful Virginia’s kid. His kid, for all his goddamn sins.

He sighed, before pointing his finger at his daughter, “You’re grounded. For a year. I can’t even stand to fuckin’ look at ya right now so when you get outta here, you’ll be staying with Vito until I say so— ya understand?”

“Yeah.” She breathed, an almost dejected look on her face.

“Right well, I gotta rearrange this fuckin’ meetin’.”

Sal wandered out the room, and Vito quickly made his way to the seat on Florence’s left once he noticed a tear rolling down her cheek.

“Hey— I ain’t that bad to live with, ya know?” He jested, chuckling at himself.

Florence wiped her face with her hands, staying silent.

“Why’d ya do it, kid?” He asked, soft but sternly, “And don’t worry, I ain’t gonna tell Sal.”

“He never pays attention to me.” She opened up, feeling selfish she put her heart on her sleeve, “It’s always ‘Giorgi this, Commission that’. He’s always been like this, but I guess I never really noticed it until Mom died.”

Florence continued, “I was only plannin’ to get his car dirty. I didn’t mean to overturn it, or wreck it— not that he’d listen to me.”

Vito reassuringly put his hand on her shoulder, “Well, I get where you’re comin’ from, but maybe don’t steal his car in the future?”

Florence turned to him, “Yeah. Thinkin’ back, it was a pretty stupid idea.”

The two friends then fell into a comfortable silence for a few minutes, before Vito finally piped up:

“So uh, when you’re all better— how would ya like to help me out at the docks after school sometimes?”

It wasn’t much, but Vito just wanted to make the young girl feel important.

(x)

[afterglow-tommylee]

Chapter 3. Nobody’s Perfect

Hollywood California, January 5 2002

"See now I think this place is more like your kinda thing," Tommy says passing me over a shot glass full of Jack Daniels as we sit at the bar of the Whiskey A Go-Go. A place I had been to many times before and I can say the place hasn't changed one bit. I had no idea what band was playing but it was Metal and it was perfect. 

"Yes, yes it is," I giggle and hold up my shot glass as he clinks his shot glass to mine again and we both down it at the same time.

We had been continuing our conversation and just laughing together the entire time. No one had ever told me just how hilarious he is. I've always heard about the bad stuff. He was telling me about how he used to live right around the corner in an apartment just above the Whiskey with Nikki and Vince way back  when they were just kids getting started when a familiar tall frame with a leather jacket, thick black curls and a top hat appeared beside him. 

"Holy shit man how are ya?" Tommy smiles at him. It was Slash - er sorry Saul Hudson. 

"Good, man I'm good," He smiles at Tommy and does that brotherly type of handshake. They catch up for a few minutes and just as I flagged down the bartender for another couple of drinks, Saul recognizes me.

"Fuck Andi, is that you?" He smiles and I turn and look up at him pushing my curls out of my eyes. 

"Yea, hey, hi," I say shyly.

"Shit sweetie, it's good to see you," He says sweetly and moves over to me to lean in for a hug. It's been years since I've seen him. 

"It's good to see you too," I say as he pulls away from me and I see Tommy smirk at me as the bartender sets our drinks down in front of us. "You here with Pearla?" I add.

"Yea, yea, she's off somewhere with her friends. How's Chris?" He asks and I suddenly felt this weird jolt out of nowhere.

"Um... we're not together anymore," I say and I feel Tommy look at me. 

"Oh, fuck I'm sorry sweetie I didn't know- "

"It's ok," I say.

"Then are you two -" He gestures between Tommy and I.

"Um well - " Tommy starts.

"No, no, no, I'm just his manager," I say and glance at Tommy and he raises his eyebrow at me. 

"Yea, this is just a business thing," Tommy says and Saul just gives us a weird look like he knew something that we apparently didn't. Tommy and Saul then continue to catch up as I try to pretend this isn't happening, then after a few moments Saul leaves us to go find his wife Pearla. 

"So, Slash huh?" Tommy smiles at me with a nod. 

"No, it's not like that. When Chris - I mean Soundgarden - were asked to tour with them in '91, that's when we met," I explain and he chuckles a bit. I don't want him to think I'm a groupie. I sometimes forget just how many people I know until I run into them at the most awkward times. 

"Ah, ok, ok," He smiles and takes a sip of his shot that I ordered for us and we carry on with our conversation we were having before. 

He explains a bit of why he left Motley, that he needed a break and how no one seems to understand his musical direction that he wants to take. I told him that he should do what he feels is right for him.

"... It's just fucked up man that Nikki was all like, pissed at me just cause I had enough. I'm not into playing the same old songs I've been playing for like the last 20 fuckin' years," He says taking a another shot of Jack Daniels.

"Did you tell him that?" I ask.

"Yea I told him. It wasn't like I quit outta the blue, I'd been telling Nikki for months after… well, and Methods was just a little side thing for a bit but it felt really good to play some new shit... different shit y'know?"

"Of course," I say and take another shot, feeling that wonderful sweet burn. 

"I mean Nikki and I are ok now but it’s like people think I just came outta nowhere... and they're all like 'who does this guy think he is trying to go solo and be a front man', or whatever, and I'm like dude, that's not how it went. No one sees that I actually wrote songs and came up with the melody with just my guitar to a lot of Motley songs...y'know Wild Side, Girls Girls Girls, Home Sweet Home, Too Young To Fall In Love..." He explains and orders us a couple of more shots. 

I wanted to tell him that I remember buying their record Shout At The Devil when I was 14 and my mother just hating how loud I played it all the time. It was the only Crue record I ever bought, and it was amazing - still is. I just don't want him to think I'm a fan cause I'm not really at all, but I do love that record still. 

"Well...who cares what people think. You want to go alternative, go alternative. You wanna do nu metal, do new metal... but don't do nu metal," I say and he laughs. 

"What's wrong with nu metal?" He chuckles as the bartender sets a couple of shots in front of us.

"Nothing at all. For one thing, you already did that and - or are doing that now- and another... I just think it's a little oversaturated," I say and down the shot in front of me. 

"Like grunge?" He says and I playfully smack him on his chest and he laughs. 

"Hey now... if that's what you wanna call it then, ok I see your point but I was there before the mainstream blew it up. It wasn't all about flannel and doc martens and guys with goatees - "

"Oh, you heard Nikki say that huh?" He chuckles with that smile again distracting me for a second but then I finish my explanation.

"Yes I saw that interview when you guys did that record with Corabi. And Chris was the only guy with a goatee at the time. Ok well maybe Layne and Jerry too but Eddie didn't have one, Andrew didn't have one - "

"Hey I didn't say anything," Tommy says, holding his hands up in defense.

"No I know, I just..." I trail off realizing I was getting a little too heated about the whole thing. Nikki was being an arrogant ass back then and thinking about it just made me defensive. 

"Ok, ok," He chuckles. "It was just a joke. Hey look, I love Nirvana... like when they came in and just shook everything up, I was like man, fuckin' finally! Finally someone that doesn't sound like... like..." He trails off using his hands trying to think of the words.

"Like you?" I say with a smile.

"Yes, yes exactly," He chuckles. "And then, Alice In Chains, Soundgarden... like fuckin' dig them too," He smiles and I just look at him for a moment, then take another shot as he takes another as well. 

"So, Behemoth?" He says changing the subject, reaching over and pulling at the bottom of the front of my shirt. I think he realized my demeanor changed at the mention of Chris. I'm getting better at it, especially since it was so long ago and both Chris and I have moved on, but I think a small part of me will always feel protective of that time.

"Oh fuck yea, oh my god they are amazing! Have you heard of them?" I exclaim excitedly.

"No," He laughs as the bartender sets down two more shots of Jack Daniels in front of us.

"They are amazing! They're like blackened death metal - "

"Blackened death? What?" He laughs.

"Yea, like if you took the elements of death metal with the growly low guttural singing and paired it with black metal which is like, so dark and extremely heavy but with this sort of coldness that black metal has. That would be Behemoth," I explain.

"Huh," He says, and I instantly feel like a dork going on and on but then I add "I saw them in concert a few years ago and they just like, blew my mind," I explain remembering the very first concert I took Chris to, which is almost the same reaction that Tommy is giving me with my explanation of Behemoth. Fuck, I was so young and innocent back then. "...and I fucking love Sepultura... Pantera -"

"Oh how can you not dig Pantera?" He says with excitement and downs his third shot.

"Oh I know right? The way Dime just makes his guitar scream like that -"

" - and Vinny Paul? he's a fucking beast on those drums man," He says setting the empty shot glass on the bar.

"You're not so bad yourself," I say without even thinking about it and down my shot as well. As I set my empty shot glass down on the bar, I never thought I'd be sitting and having the time of my life with Tommy Lee, knowing I shouldn't do this at all while he smiles that sweet charming smile again and orders us another couple of shots.

"... fuck I miss being on the road with them," I say thoughtfully.

"No way you toured with Pantera," He laughs and the bartender sets another couple of shots in front of us.

"Uh huh, it was fucking crazy though. It was like one of the craziest fucking times in my life just so much chaos but totally fun and I honestly have no idea how I was functioning the entire time. Like one minute I'm making sure they're getting the shit together, Phil and Dime just not listening or making fun of me the whole time I'm trying to get them half decent enough to do interviews and shit, and then the next minute Dime's trying to kill me with the drinks and pranks and just...fuck it was crazy but damn I miss it, " I trail off reminiscing about that time back in '94. 

"You know, you are so fucking badass, " He smiles at me. 

"Shut up," I laugh. 

"No seriously, you are like the real deal man. You're not a groupie - not that I have anything against that but you're not just some chick that fakes all this shit at all," He takes a sip from the next shot, then just downs it. "You know exactly what this lifestyle is like, and you're fucking gorgeous... totally my kinda chick," He adds and I couldn't help but feel the rush of blood to my cheeks. 

"You're kinda chick? Me? I thought you were all about blondes with like, big boobs and blue eyes. Not that I have small boobs by any means," I say, trying to be sly about it by gesturing to myself and sip the shot that was placed in front of me and he laughs.

Andrea... what are you doing?

"No... well I can see how you would think that given what my exes were like... but no. I mean I'm into all types but - "

"But what?" I say looking at him and taking another small sip.

"I like 'em sweet and cute y'know... gorgeous... with dark hair, deep dark eyes. The kind you can lose yourself in," He says looking into my eyes and nonchalantly moving himself closer to me as I down the last of my shot and set the empty glass on the bar. I turn back to him and all I can think about is what it would be like to kiss him. I couldn't tell if it was the fact that he was being so charming and sweet or the fact that I just drank 4 shots of Jack Daniels, plus the drinks from before were lowering my inhibitions and I just didn't care anymore.

He's bad news Andrea, what are you doing? What the hell are you doing?

"What makes you think I'm sweet?" I say moving closer to him. 

"Well, you've been sweet to me all night, even with everything you already know and you still haven't run away," He says, reaching up and brushing my dark curls off my shoulder and leaning in closer to my ear. His voice low and husky, sending chills all over my body. A sensation I haven't felt in a very long time. I closed my eyes for just a moment and touched my temple to his and before I knew it his lips were on mine.

It was instant fireworks. That spark that I never realized I missed until I found it again. His lips were so incredibly soft as they moved slowly with mine and I pulled away slightly only for him to lean back in and press his lips to mine again. He tasted like the whisky we had both been drinking and it was so amazing but I needed to stop. I had to stop. I can't do this all over again. As much as I didn't want him to stop kissing me, I pulled away again and just as he was about to lean into me once more I stopped him.

"No, no I can't. I can't do this," I say, closing my eyes and placing my hand on his chest. 

"Why not?" He says, low and husky, his lips still so close to mine. He then touches his forehead to mine, teasing me, barely brushing his lips across mine but I just couldn't. 

"I should go. I need to go," I couldn't look at him. I slid myself off the barstool and quickly put on my leather jacket lifting my curls from underneath.

"Andi, hey -" He says, reaching out for me.

"I uh, I just need to get outta here," I say and quickly walk away from him.

"Wait, where are you going? Andi? Andi!?" He calls after me as I move past the crowd of people and out the door of the Whisky A Go-Go. 

"Andi!" I hear him call me as I quickly make my way down the sidewalk of the sunset strip. I figured I'd be fine if I could just hail a cab somehow, or maybe just walk back to my hotel to clear my head. 

"Hey! Andi!" He calls for me again. "Hey, what the fuck happened? Andi!" He yells and finally catches up to me reaching out for my hand and turning me to face him. 

"I can't do this with you. I'm your manager. This is supposed to be a professional relationship here. I can't do this all over again with you or anyone - "

"Hey, hey, do what? What are we doing?" He asks and it was all I could do to fight back forgotten tears. I can't cry. I may be drunk but I'm sure as fuck not going to cry.

"I don't know Tommy, what the hell are we doing?" I say furrowing my brow. "You... and me, no. No, no... no," I say and just as I was about to turn he stopped me again. 

"Why not?"

"Cause you're... well... and I'm..."

"I'm what? A bad influence? A junkie? Everything that everyone says I am but they always miss the one thing that matters?"

"What?" I ask looking up at him. 

"That I'm fucking human, and I've made mistakes but I've owned up to them. What I did years ago was wrong and I paid for it and apologized," He says, looking down at me but I look away from him. I honestly didn't know what to say. A part of me was running because of that and the other part is running because - 

"Look, I am straight up into you. Damn you are so fucking amazing. You are just... and that kiss. Holy shit that was incredible," He chuckles. After a few moments I look back up at him, the sound of the cars honking and speeding by as his dark eyes look into mine. 

"Then why don't you kiss me again?" I ask boldly and he immediately crashes his lips to mine, his tongue playing, becoming intense and yet playful at the same time. It is so different and so incredible, that I never want this to end.

[simptasia]

I dont know if your still doing that nsfw a-z ask thing but if you are Charlie (pace) with C, N, R and W

[rubs hands together] Ohohoho, Charlie! Thank you!

Anything to do with cum basically

For sake of ease, pussy juice counts as cum.

It tastes real meaty. Sweeter on the island due to so much fruit in his diet, but still that strong undercurrent of salt

And uh, well I don't feel I need to describe a soaked pussy. We all know what pussy juice is like. I think. Charlie, the horny little thing that he is, is often rather sticky. Tho sometimes he's not as wet as his mood suggests because his hormones are wibbly wobbly. Either way he's gonna form happy little puddles on his partner(s)

Also I know this question is about cum, the liquid(s) rather than cum, the action, but I still wanna include that Charlie is like, the second easiest character in LOST to get off. The first is Daniel. Tho big difference is Charlie doesn't have a refractory period so HOO BOY

Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs

Let's just get the objectionable bodily function ones outta here right away. No to any of... that. If you know, you know.

Charlie isn't into causing pain, he doesn't wanna hurt his partners one bit, so he wouldn't be down for pain play. Except for spanking, he's okay with that one

He won't do anything sexual in a church. I think the guilt if he did would make him throw up

Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.

Oh gosh yes. Charlie will try and indulge in most things.

Pairing him up with Claire, who I imagine is very inexperienced is amusing because I'm picturing Claire all bashful being like "Charlie could you... would you... you don't have to if you don't want to..."

And Charlie is expecting some deviant kink, he's very excited to hear what filthy fantasies lovely Claire has and turns out she just wants Charlie to go down on her. Leaving Charlie baffled that Claire considers that a Big Ask, and also feeling hatred for Thomas.

Annnyways Charlie is taking requests and, save for a couple kinks he doesn't like, is happy to fulfil them. As well as being kinky himself, Charlie also has a deep desire to be useful and for other people to like him. And one of the ways he's gotten people to like him is, well, basically making his body entirely available to them.

"i sucked your cock do you think i'm pretty please listen to my song"

Yes, I made it sad. Charlie is very sad.

And as for risks, oh yeah. I imagine he frequents glory holes to suck stranger's cocks and thats risky as fuck for several reasons. Also Charlie has little qualms with fucking in public places. (I can't help but note that Charlie and Claire's living space only has two walls!)

Basically gimme a list of kinks and it'd be quicker to list off the ones Charlie isn't into. Okay, he's not into literally everything because fetishes and kinks cover soooo many things. But there's a lot of things he'd at least give a go due to curiosity or his partner being really hot. Like, Claire gave Charlie at least two kinks just by existing

Random headcanon

He has a powerfully strong degradation kink and a praise kink so its difficult to lose with Charlie jhbfsjhfs. Say whatever during sex and you'll hit some kinda button.

He is a good boy. And a bad boy. Sweet boy. Nasty boy.

[pats him on head like a doggy]

Thank you for your time

[gweb-is-dead]

d13 ie

idiots like you and i

all of us were meant to die

everybody loves it so much-

when all of us scream and cry

weep your tears and dry your eyes

keep yourself up past bedtime

everybody loves it when we-

scream and cry, scream and cry

CRY CRY CRY CRY

MAKE ME WANNA DIE, DIE

I KNOW YOU WANNA KILL ME SO I'LL BE OUTTA YOUR LIFE, LIFE

SPOON-,FEED ME INFORMATION

TELL ME ANOTHER LIE, LIE

FUCK ME UP SO HARD I THROW UP

DO IT TILL I DIE, DIE

people just like you and me

are always stuck in fantasies

if everybody learnt to love

we wouldn't cry over these things!

daydreams always are so vivid

i'm riding dragons, slaying thieves

saving my princess, she's my queen

sometimes a prince, yeah, he's my king

imagine a world without you

i'd cease to exist cause i love you

you are the world's worth to me

without you here, i am nothing

imagine my life, wanting to die

it's almost like my hobby, right?

suicide rates through the roof

did you know that i tried too?

do you know, what i used?

i used a knife with a blue wrapping

gripping tight onto the curved thing

silver is obnoxious, my eyes-

hurt they will, but then i'll die!

CRY CRY CRY CRY

MAKE ME WANNA DIE, DIE

I KNOW YOU WANNA KILL ME SO I'LL BE OUTTA YOUR LIFE, LIFE

SPOON-,FEED ME INFORMATION

TELL ME ANOTHER LIE, LIE

FUCK ME UP SO HARD I THROW UP

DO IT TILL I DIE, DIE

my hands are stained with dark blue ink

my fountain pen's starting to leak

i used to have this stupid hobby

where i cried myself to sleep

every night i used to weep

super uncontrollably!

i do not cut, yeah, no ED

i eat normally and get sleep

the details of my failed attempt

are leaking through the internet

on that night, i was 11

the blade touching my chest is heaven

drive it through me, hear me scream

hear my crying muffling

my ribcage cracks, and my heart breaks

for the 3rd time in that day

it's been 2 years, i'm still alive

it's november, 18th, right?

where i live, it's saturday

i could be gone tomorrow, yay!

sometimes i just eat too much

then i starve myself, why not?

my stomach rumbles, i'm in pain

but it's all worth it anyway

i deserve this, all of this

don't tell me to stop cause i won't listen

thinking really hard about this

should i overdose on my pills?

ritalin helps with the brain

improving dopamine exchange

it should help my concentration

wait what's that? not enough of it?

well too bad, because i want it.

let me cry, commit suicide

leave my body rotting with flies

my flesh will smell bad, that's a sign

that i should kill myself tonight!

cry, cry, cry, cry

bleed me out to dry, dry

stab my chest a million times

make sure i don't make it alive

make me suffocate just right

drown me there, leave me to die

let my body sink into the waterbed cause i won't fight it.

yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)

let my blood flow in the drain

remove my kidney, steal my brain

donate my heart, make me feel pain

skin me alive till you feel shame

end me on the spot, spot

leave me there to rot, rot

my body decays, it's not your fault

it is mine, not otherwise.

don't let people tell you lies

you should kiss my ass goodbye.

yeah. (yeah)

[mymagicisland]

All Day (with Tablo) | RM

Spotify | Lyric Videos

Album: Indigo (2022)

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]

Okay

요즘 광고는 똑같애

These days, commercials are all the same

일단은 즐겨라 내 맘대로 For now, enjoy as much as I want

멋진 옷을 입은 멋진 춤 추는 이들 Cool dancers in cool clothes

밖은 몸치가 더 많네 (But) there are a lot more bad dancers outside

그저 습관이 된 I don't care It’s just become a habit, that ‘I don’t care’

알지 그런 놈들이 더 do care I know those guys more (than others) do care

사실 몸은 아무것도 아냐 마음이 더 문제 Honestly, the body is nothing much. The mind is more of a problem

어 그래 내가 날 모르니, huh Oh, really? I don’t know myself, huh

꺼져 인공지능 fuck the algorithm Get lost AI, fuck the algorithm

사색이 필요해 fuck all the rhythm I need to contemplate, fuck all the rhythm

사유할 틈을 안 주는 내 바이오리듬 Gives me no time to think, my biorhythm

언제쯤 써보게 될까 나만의 시는 About what time will I come to write my own poem

살아남느라 잊혀진 dreamin' In order to survive, the forgotten dreamin'

너도 하나쯤 별이 돼버린 묻혀진 뭔가를 찾고 있다면 If you, too, are looking for something buried that’s become a star,

Honey, you taste it like me

[Chorus]

Okay, okay

I'm diggin' all-day

Okay, okay

I'm findin' real me

Okay, okay

I'm singin' all-day

Okay, okay (let's go)

All day

All day

All day

All day

[Verse 2]

이게 무슨 분위기야 What kinda atmosphere is this

What we doin' here?

전부 제자리일 수밖에 Everything can’t help but be in its place

죄다 중립 기어 All in neutral gears

They want you in fear

어디서 감히 생각을 말해? How dare you say what you think?

어서 접어, origami Quickly fold it, Origami

They got you by your balls & your socioeconomics

That's big facts

특색을 밟아버린 think tanks Stepping on individuality, those think tanks

식어 식어버린 개인의 임팩트 Gone fully cold is the individual’s impact

더 큰불을 지펴, 네 인생은 빅매치 Light a bigger fire, your life is a big match

Burn it up 뭘 겁이 나 Burn it up, what are you afraid of?

Get yo ass off the bench, start warmin' up

We gotta fight when they say, “Behave!”

We got Dynamite in our DNA

Imma be okay, Imma be that way

눈 부릅뜨고 알아서 잘 지낼게 With my eyes wide open, I'll take care of myself

Haters 어서 눈 감아 Haters quickly close your eyes,

내 인생 꼴 보기 싫으면 If you don't want to see my life that bad

원래 꿈 같은 일은 눈뜨고 보기 힘들어 By nature, it’s hard to see a dream with your eyes open

Ya feel me?

[Chorus]

Okay, okay

I'm fightin' all-day

Okay, okay

Get outta my way

Okay, okay

I'm living my way

Okay, okay (let's go)

All day

All day

All day

All day

Live your life

[Outro]

잔인한 세상이 오 너를 비웃는 것 같을 때 When the cruel world seems to be laughing at you,

세상이 뭐라고 말해도 우린 날아오르네 No matter what the world says, we fly

You gotta believe it

You gotta be livin'

You gotta believe it

You gotta be dreamin'

You gotta believe it

You gotta be feelin'

We know we fly all day

This is a reminder to please refrain from using my translations without credit & to keep in mind that i sometimes edit them so it's better to refer to my blog posts anyways <3