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sensei-venus · 2 years

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Pls more Chris 🥺 I just know he like to stretch his gf on his big cock snd praise her for taking him so well. Ans pre down on her chubby tummy to feel himself deep inside her. He's not sorry when he ficks her dumbb ans comes fat fat loads inside her

(Unedited) (Public Sex, Closet Sex, Sex in the Dark, Size Kink, Size Difference, Creampie Kink, Chris being a soft boyfriend.)

“Chris we should’ve be doing this here…we could get caught, you could lose your job.”

Reader whispered as they stand stuffed together in one of the back storage closet’s of golf-n-stuff. Reader just showed up to drop off some dinner because Chris was working a night shift. It was supposed to be a few minutes of talking before letting him get back to work.

But then his break came up and the food was left forgotten on one of the back room counter tops.

This equaled Chris wanting to “thank his amazing and loving girlfriend for being so kind to have brought him dinner at work.” Which lead him to kissing her passionately before shoving the both of them into a dark closet in the back.

He kissed up her neck as he looked over her, pressing her into a empty wall. He pressed his whole body into her as he harshly sucked marks into her flesh. His thoung lashed out and tried to soothe the harsh raised skin he left. Even in the dark she knew he was smirking. She felt the way his lips pulled up into the skin of her neck. She whined as he placed a small peak on her cheek. Her face already starting to get hot from his attention.

“No one comes back here and I have a twenty minute break. I can get you off in at least five. Just let me take care of my pretty girl?” He almost sounded like it was a real question. But she knew he was going to get what he wanted anyway. Because she just couldn’t say no to her hot boyfriend.

He was quick to unbutton his pants and whip out his already hard dick. Bumping and grinding in a closet up against your sexy girlfriend can do that some times. He wanted to laugh at his own mental joke but he stopped, to focused on his girlfriend. He couldn’t see her in the completely dark closet but he could still hear her. Her soft breathing and hard pants from trying to catch her breath from his kisses. He loved kissing her and getting her all worked up, it was one of his talents. He heard her hiss and realized she had smashed her finger trying to get her jeans off.

“It’s ok I got it, just turn around for me and bend over a little. I’ll take good care of you, promise.”

His voice was sweet as he felt her shuffle around in the tight space of the closet. His fingers reached around to her front and quickly made work of the stubborn button of her jeans. He helped her pull them down enough to give him access. Her ass ground back against him making him groan as the soft thin material of her panties rubbed against his cock. For a moment he tried to decide if he was going to pull the thin material down or if he was just going to pull it to the side so he could slide home into her tight pussy. He decided to just pull the flimsy material down to join her jeans.

Bracing herself against the walll she could feel the way Chris thick fingers slid between her damp folds. The tip of his thick finger bumping into her clit before he gave it a small rub. She moaned and tried to cover her mouth. He moved away from the small bundle of nerves and went back to her hole. She knew she was already getting wet. She felt him pull her pussy lips apart, they just sat there for a moment drinking everything in.

A moment later she felt the hard head of his cock poke at her hole.

She whimpered as he pushed straight in, bottoming out in just a few moments. They both sighed as they connected completely. Her ass was pressed tight to his balls, her folds pressed hard against him. She could feel him twitch inside her tight cunt and it made her shiver.

Within a second after the two got use to it Chris started to move. Shallow thrusts into her from behind that made her whole body shake. She had to spread her legs as wide as she could with her pants around her knee’s. His thrusts growing hard and rough with every second. One of his hands held her tightly against him while the other snaked around her middle. His large hand ghosted over her soft belly and over her rolls before stopping at her lower belly. Suddenly he pushed hard making the both of them moan.

“You feel that babe? That’s me in your tight little pussy. Your so good taking me like this. Taking my dick so deep inside you like this. So good for me. Bet you could do this for hours, just for me. Such a good slut just for me, your boyfriend.”

“Yes yes yes… just for you, good for you Chris!”

With one last sharp tug backwards on his fat cock, she came undone around him.

She shoved her hand over her mouth as she orgasmed. Her eyes rolling back as she thrusted back against him trying to ride him the best she could. Her legs growing weak from the pleasure he was giving her. Her walls tightened up around him and she could feel the warmth of her own cum leaking out around her boyfriends shaft. She shivered as her orgasm slowed and she was left in the after glow. She let him continue until he reached his own end.

He grunted as he pulled her back onto his cock one more time before stilling inside of her. Pumping her full of his hot cum. His hips jerked up into her as he spilled into her heat. Her hole drinking it up to the best of its ability. He rested his head in between the crook of her neck as they both stood there for a while. He could feel his dick slowly soften inside her spasming cunt. She whimpered as she slowly withdrew from her. He tucked himself back into his pants before looking back at her.

He ran his finger though her sloppy folds and felt their mixed cum covering her wet lips, it was thick and sticky against her sponge like lips. He smirked as he reached her hole. He couldn’t see it but he could feel the way her spent hole winked and spilled his hot load. It dripped onto his fingers before he shoveled it back into her raw pussy. He quickly pulled her underwear and pants back on before re buttoning them for her.

“You better get home before you leak all my cum into those cute panties. Text me when you get home so I know you got home safe. Thanks for dinner again babe.”

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rocksong · 5 years

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happy 127 day

#first 2 are just 2 of my fav pics of them #the other 2🥺🥺🥺🥺#god i love dreams come true so much i was smiling so hard at the mv theyre so dumbb and the most wholesome people in the entire world #127 best boys fr🥺🥺🥺

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sad-ocean-witch · 2 years

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this goes here to not spam my main lmao

#personal #ncdhshshssgfucncnhxdhchvkvjtdzf #IM SCREAMING WHY IM I SO GAY FOR HER #cant stop thinking abt her #cant stop crushing her #i want her #i love her #ill die without her #ndhsjshshsnsjka #i had SO MANY opportunities to ask her out #but noooo im dumb and shy #so the pretty obvious signs that she likes me i looked over #and was like but what if she's doesntt #BROO DONT BE DUMBB SHE LIKES YOU LIKE THAT #im screaming #and now i dont wanna be super annoying so i only text her once a day with some stupid question #but like fifhshsgssvddbhdhd im screaming i just wanna tell her i like her and hold her had and kiss her lipsss #and im still calling her a she her bc i dont know if she would really preffer different pronouns or not bc she might be genderfluid like me #but like in our native language we dont have she her he him so we didn't really talk abt pronouns #and like im okay w she her and they them pronouns and he him also so like any pronouns and idk if she is like this

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sheepyships-archive · 4 years

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Stickers And Sweets

summary: some gojo satoru self-shipping headcanons with small drabbles sprinkled in for the headcanons i favored/had more of an idea of.

warnings: major spoilers!!!! trauma/angst

genre: fluff and cheesy stuff, angst/comfort

a/n: i have been simping for this man since i started juju, and even before that. look i watched episode seven today(lmao the second of january was when i started writing this) of jjk and i am... simping. ALSO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG MY WRITING BRAIN IS DUMBB

-i don’t have a concrete idea on how we meet

-but i’m thinking that if i am a jujutsu sorcerer, we probably met at jujutsu high?? for him it kinda just... formed from afar

-gojo pegs me at the time to not pay attention in class, and would get into trouble for that, despite having absolutely perfect grades and doing completely fine in the class

-(he’s a jokester too, but won’t be annoyingly distracting, “people like that are annoying, and probably won’t get very far as a sorcerer, or at life in general.” he’d say)

-he sat at one side of the classroom and i would be sat at the other, and he quickly noticed that his gaze would shift over to look at me, lingering for a moment before breaking it away with a light blush

-but eventually, when seating was changed(i don’t know how it works where juju is set so just work with me here), he was set to be seated by me, and that’s how we start talking

-slowly it starts with him asking for a pencil, pen, eraser, etc. and while i was reluctant, i let him borrow one

-he always gave it back with a small sticker on it, and i continued to let him borrow the pencil, more stickers being put onto the pencil

-occasionally, as this continued, he’d grab my attention during class and pass me he sticker sheet, pointing at one of the stickers with a raised eyebrow

-‘this sticker today?’ is basically what he was asking

-before we became comfortable with each other i’d be confused and nod slowly before watching him as he put the sticker on the pencil, it made me smile faintly and i’d nod as a thank you, he’d just grin and nod back

-but eventually as we interacted more and became more comfortable, he’d continue to put more stickers on, but would ask me which sticker i want first instead of just picking one and sticking one on

-which i didn’t mind, he had a good taste in sticker sheets

-when he chose a sticker, i’d either smile and nod in agreement, or shake my head and point to another sticker with a small pout

-this makes him chuckle and place that sticker on instead, he could feel his heart swell and he just felt... happy

-it became our own little thing and would happen when we had class together, and this is how we would silently interact with each other

-that was, until he started to actually talk to me or distract me with topics outside of school and studies, quietly whispering to me whenever we could

-this would get us(mainly him) into trouble

-“do you think alligators can sleep?” “gojo please, you’re smarter than me. i’m not a top student or sorcerer like you are, so please let me study.” i say while cracking a smile, trying not to start giggling at his dumb comment

-“hey! i was just wondering..” “mister gojo and miss [insert my last name fuck you], is there something that you want to share with the class?”

-queue gojo being like “😎 nope.” all confident and cocky, while i’m sinking in my seat, “no, sorry.. 😰” i say apologetically

-when the teacher returns to what they’re doing, i smack gojo’s arm gently and huff, he just chuckles silently and ruffles my hair

-he definitely enjoys teasing me, but he’s also a lot more... softer with me in general

-he becomes a lil protective, since the jujutsu sorcerer world is dangerous, so he always makes sure i’m in perfect health and that i am okay in general

-at first he thought the gazes, the little inside jokes, and teasing and conversing were all just from his little crush that had formed, and that he would get over it

-but then it didn’t go away, it continued to grow more. when he realizes that it doesn’t go away, he himself is shocked at the fact, but keeps it hidden

-you can just picture him with his chin resting on his hand and his black sunglasses lowered somewhat on his nose, looking down at me and zoning out as he was studying my movements

-his piercing blue eyes are half-lidded and he has a blush growing on his usually pale face and fingers, and his face feels warm. but he’s content

-he’s brought back to earth by me either tapping his shoulder to ask him if he’s okay, since he’s been staring at me for so long (which makes him most embarrassed because i caught him staring, but he’ll try to brush it off)

-or by being called out by the teacher for distracted in class again and to answer the question, which annoys gojo but he answers it quickly

-shock to the teacher of course, because satoru gojo was just staring at me and not paying attention to the class discussion at all????

-truly a mystery that he’s so smart... yet never paying attention...

-but the teacher doesn’t dare split us apart because despite the fact that gojo may not listen, and i get distracted by him, we work well together

-this is especially evident in group/partner projects

-we goof off, but get the work done and get (almost)perfect grades

-eventually, we start to meet up outside of class/school, where he’ll take me on small adventures to local shops, to either look around, or he will buy stuff for us(like treats or more stickers), and since it’s usually crowded wherever we go, he will hold my hand to make sure i don’t get lost

-“we don’t need you getting swept up in the crowd, shortie.” “fuck you and your abnormally long body.” this makes him laugh

-he always enjoys going out and getting sweets because this is where he starts gaining his sweet tooth, and enjoys seeing me munching on them happily and having a delighted time, even though they probably aren’t good for us, to him it’s everything he ever dreamed of when going on a date

-wait. date? silly gojo, this isn’t a date!

-gojo always had to remind himself that this wasn’t a date, he was just dragging me around places, like friends do!

-right?

-eventually, gojo’s crush becomes much more than a “crush”, he is now head over heels and in love, as much as he wants to deny it and brush it off

-this results in more teasing, more stickers, y’know the usual just happens more, but now satoru wants to hold hands, cuddle, etc., his arm will almost always be wrapped around my shoulders and will rest there whenever we’re with each other

-even though we aren’t in a relationship, it becomes a common thing

-once the pencil we share is covered up with stickers, we move onto putting stickers on other belongings we own, or onto each other’s faces, arms, or hand during class, but we have to be sneaky about it so the teacher doesn’t notice

-part of him wants to confess his feelings, but the fear of being rejected and possibly ruining everything holds him back for awhile. but he’s observant and will watch for any sort of hints or see if i feel the same

-he’s able to notice the differences there are when we interact versus how i interact with others, like close friends, or with strangers, and it helps put him at ease, and he finally gains the confidence one night and heads to my dorm

-when he gets to my door and raises his closed fist up to knock on it, he pauses and stares at the door, beginning to have second thoughts for the first time in... well, awhile.

-’is this the right time? have i been reading her wrong? what if she actually doesn’t feel the same as me?’

-he shakes his head and smacks his forehead, but freezes upon realizing how loud the ‘slap’ noise that was, ‘well, it’s now or never.’ he thought before knocking on the door finally

-when the door opens, i peak my head out and look up to see him, a smile immediately forming on my features as i greet him joyfully, gojo could feel his face heat up and his shoulders tense up, but he grinned nonetheless

-”c’mon, i wanna take you somewhere.” “oh boy, where are we sneaking off to this time?”

-he felt his heart swell when he heard we, like that’s how it was supposed to be, he held one of his hands out and put a single finger up to his lips. “you’ll see..” he whispers, grinning at me raising an eyebrow at him before taking his hand, “suspicious bastard..” i mutter jokingly

-he would lead us outside, not too far, just out to a small field where the stars were bright and clear in the sky. he sits down in the grass and raised his glasses up, a gentle sigh falling out of his lips as he places them on his head

-i sit down close beside him and wrap my arms around my legs, “this seems a little.. odd, i was expecting somewhere more crowded.” i joke with a laugh, he chuckles and his arm falls over my shoulders

-”yeah, i know, but.. i wanted to ask you about something, and i didn’t want tons of people around us.” he says, a frown forming as his eyes narrow and a hint of hesitation is in them, which is out of character with his usually confident and laid back nature

-i immediately become worried, scooting closer to him, letting our shoulders brush, “gojo.. what’s wrong? you seem.. nervous, is everything alright?”

-“satoru.” “huh?” “call me satoru from now on.”

-i blink in disbelief, quietly muttering the name in shock before i raise my hand up to my mouth and giggle, delighted at the fact i can call gojo, well, satoru by his first name now

“why are you laughing?! this is serious.” “i know, i know! i’m just.. happy that i was given permission to call you by your first name, i think satoru is cute..”

-queue satoru going red before a sudden surge of confidence overrides his original anxiousness

-he reaches over with both hands, gently grabbing one of my hands and placing his other hand on my cheek, staring down at me as i look up and make eye contact with him

-“that’s not the only thing, you have the opportunity to be my girlfriend too. if you would like to, of course.”

-i gasp and blink again, staring at satoru’s piercing gaze that was filled with determination, but also fear

-we sit there for a moment in silence and satoru feels his stomach drop down to his feet

-“please, say something.” his voice is just above a whisper, thumb moving along my cheek, letting his cool facade down to show a more vulnerable side of him

-i lean up and kiss the very corner of his lips before pulling back, “i would love to.” i say, and before i can say more, he tackles me down onto the ground into a hug

-i giggle and snort, but snuggle into him, letting my eyes close as we hold each other for a bit longer

-time skip to many years later: we are both teaching at the tokyo metropolitan curse technical college, he’s now the strongest jujutsu sorcerer and i am like his unofficial sidekick, but also branch out and do my own thing(like missions, training, etc.)

-we are definitely just as love with each other as we were when we first got together, if not more. even if years have passed, it still feels like it was only yesterday that we officially got together, and our feelings have only grown ever since high school

-leaving notes, stickers, treats, etc. is still a normal occurrence, and we never really grow out of the habits that we formed during our time in school

-(yes we still keep the pencil, fuck you)

-since i don’t really teach any classes, i will find him before he has to teach his class and goof off like usual

-he will be sitting in a seat that’s backwards with his arms wrapped around/resting on the top, and i will be sitting on a table in front of him either talking about our days, missions, events that are going on, you know the drill

-during these moments i’m usually combing my hand through his spiked up hair, or putting stickers on his face or hands, despite the fact that he has a class to teach in like fifteen minutes

-but he keeps them on, he isn’t a pussy

-“if someone has an issue with them, they can sort themselves out because i’m not doing anything wrong.” —satoru gojo about the cute hearts and stars stickers on his face

-before he has to go teach a class, i will kiss his cheek as a good luck before he heads off

-when he has to go on a mission that will last a few days though, i make sure to help him prepare for it, and sneak in a few sweets for him

-when he returns he always and i mean ALWAYS sneaks into our shared apartment, i’ll be cooking and focused on other things when he comes in as quietly as he can

-he sneaks up behind me before placing both hands on my sides, making me jolt and look up at whoever grabbed me just to see satoru

-“YOU ASSHOLE I ALMOST SHIT MYSELF!”HE CACKLES AT MY REACTION EVERY TIME

-“sorry love, but your reactions are just priceless!” he says, kissing my neck and cheek before holding his hand out, which has a few of those left over sweets i had snuck into his bag

-“will you accept my apology with these?” he asks with a grin as he looks at me, i roll my eyes with a smile and take one, “i’ll consider it.”

-he feigns a hurt look and places his now free hand on his chest like a drama queen, “you sure know how to wound a man, my love! but you also know how to make a man weak for you too.”

-“my lord satoru, i think your sweet talking is the one making me weak.” satoru grins once more and leans against me, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me

-“we’re weak for each other.”

-on missions where either of us get hurt or go missing, we will panic

-satoru tends to be a little late coming home because he’s just stupid, but if he’s gone for later then usual, i will try to text him and make sure he’s okay, but he ends up always walking through the door right after i text him

-usually he’s completely fine and maybe has a few scratches, but when he comes back and has more wounds than usual, i will sit him down on the couch and patch him up

-”SATORU YOU HAVE TO BE MORE CAREFUL I KNOW YOU’RE STRONG AND ALL BUT I DON’T CARE-” he just watches with a dumb grin, just letting me rant as i patch him up

-but in the end i hug him and tell him again to be more careful, which he complies and hugs me back

-when i get hurt, if it’s nothing major he’ll just kiss the bruises/scratches, but when it’s more major he completely drops everything and will rush over to me and take me out of the situation we’re in

-specifically if it’s a fight with a cursed spirit, he will pick me up bridal style and escapes with me, more focused on getting us out of that situation that we were previously stuck in

-when he gets to a safe spot, he’ll make sure i’m not in critical condition before pulling out his travel sized med pack(yes i headcanon he brings one on missions we go together)

-this is the only time where he’s actually panicking, he’s cursing under his breath and chewing his bottom lip to prevent himself from cursing to himself under his breath, trying to patch me up as quickly as he can but also being wary of possibly hurting me more

-once he finishes, he sits there for a second to make sure i’m okay, and that no cursed spirits are around before setting me down softly and jumping back into the fight, ready to beat the shit out of the cursed spirit that fucked me up

-he returns back to my side in seconds, able to fight the cursed spirit a lot quicker since he was running on ANGER, but he picks me up and gives me a piggy back ride back to our home, he lifts his blindfold up to his forehead and looks back at me

-a wave of relief washes over him when he sees that i’m asleep with my head resting on his shoulder, he relaxes and smiles before turning forward and continuing home

-when i wake up i’m in bed and he’s laying beside me, passed out with his head buried in the crook of my neck, i smile and run my hands through his hair with a sigh

-anyways lets move away from angst bc the angst took over for a sec

-whenever one of us wakes up, we’ll put stickers on each other’s faces and wait for the other to wake up and the stickers will go unnoticed, or, as time goes on, we’ll feel our faces for stickers

-satoru always makes stupid doodles on post-it notes and will stick them everywhere

-’see you later honey-bun. <3′ with a lazy doodle of him with a peace sign

-”what a dork..” i mumble as i put it in my book collection of all the cute post-it notes

-SOMETIMES HE MAKES IT A TREASURE HUNT AND WHEN I FIND THE “TREASURE” IT’S ONE OF THE TREATS HE BOUGHT ON HIS MISSION AND SPECIFICALY ITS ONE OF MY FAVORITES

-he comes home seeing me munching on it and walks over, wrapping both arms around me and kissing my cheek

-”enjoying the treasure?” “yeah, thank you..” queue satoru kissing my cheek again and making me flustered before i kiss his cheek in response

-we are in love, and that's it

-(he proposes on valentines day, if you’re wondering ;))

#🍡sweethearts . since . highschool 💌#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #sylvie . writes ✎#❀ romantic . f/o

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lankyledlights · 4 years

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u should talk about ur ocs bro 😳 (but only if u wanna but agsndg i am intrigued)

okay so i have. A Lot more than what ive posted theres literally so many and i used to draw them So much my freshman year and now i just. Stopped for now reason at all anyways the whole plot(?) Kinda for (for like my main ocs at least there are a couple that are in a completely different universe)

So the main plot. Uh

There are a select group of individuals (only approximately 50 in the world) that have this special blood type called the golden blood type. This is an actual thing im pretty sure, i did research on it awhile ago so i dont remember a lot but! Its a thing

And theres this giant plague that sweeps the earth and basically any human (im saying human bc idk if animals have red blood types but the animals arent affected) with the basic red blood types are affected and their immune systems cant handle it so they all die (now that im typing this out this sounds depressing) and the 'gold' blood types are completely unaffected. This plague has been speculated happening by the government for years but theyve kept it secret because why would u tell the whole world its gonna die thats kinda messed

This whole time theyve been keeping most of these people with gold blood close together, or within the same area so when this giant emergency happens, they wont just be completely on their own, and theyll have others to be with.

one of my ocs, florence, her parents secretly are working for the government and she doesnt find out until she finds a letter explaining the situation late into the plague

so its just her and a bunch of other kids trying to live together

also florence has an epic haircut 😎

theres also:

Byrd, shes just tired of everything and everyone. She is grumpy but florence makes her happy

u know the post thats like: the grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one,,,,,, thats byrd n florence

theres josh!! Hes like this funky inventor mechanic dude originally from florida. This information is not very important but it also is bc he is bonkers

Theres timothy, who is josh's brother but joah calls him timba because one day he got a bucket stuck on his head and its been there ever since (timba is bucket in tagalog) now everyone calls him timba. Hes goofy and also the young one

Theres antony, or ant who tries his hardest to be the Mysterious guy with a tragic past but hes actually just a dork

Daphne is his sister!! Shes the oldest of the group but shes probably the least mature

Theres Bee! Shes epic lesbiam with cool hello kitty earrings, she is also a funky inventor mechanic and has an endless collection of denim jackets

i almost forgot ben. Haha whoops . Ben is a dumbb hoe hes the little devil on ur shoulder he gets into trouble and he is stinky. Also one of his fingers got bit off by a giant mf rat . Very important

Florence! I havent described whats shes like yet. Shes the optimist sunshine one! She has bugs in her pockets and childrens books from the 1940s in her backpack,, she has a cat whisker collection . Also she gardens and loves byrd. Her and timba are the youngest, and are best friends

She maintains all the plants and greenery in the town area

They all inhabited a giant ghost suburban town and decorated each of the houses to suit their own personalities ! Except timba sometimes he just sleeps at the beach

so basically this whole thing is about the misadventures of kids in a post apocalyptic plague environment in the 70s

Theres like. 2 adults that manage try to manage all these kids (daphne and ant)

Thats all i think (thats actually not all thats just all that i can think of at this very moment)

#long post #thank u. ive been containing all of this for 3 years #idk what to call it #Goldbloods #<- i ve been thinking of naming it that #ill tag this as goldbloods just fo now

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mango-gummi · 4 years

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🌿Plantdates🌿

Hey there! Recently my basil and strawberry pots were knocked over ): by the wind

I recently potted something else to them: pepper mint and rosemary

My new pot, the hedgehog, needed holes drilled into it (on the feetsies) to help with water drainage. Planted some cactus seeds [2] into it :D. What about the taller pot? I slapped some lavender into it.

Aha unlimited tea

I still need to pot some sage. But i lack pots

Updates on chives/lucky bamboo

Recently found out my bamboo is actually LUCKY BAMBOO big dumbb lmao. The 2 stalks I have represent love which is nice (: I started boiling water to have a cleaner supply cause tap water is a big no-no which is probs why my succulent sadly died. I also switched out the small amount of aquarium rocks to seashells I got at the beach a few days ago and gave the rocks for my cacti (they gotta grow first)

Chives?

Still thriving. I cut of the tops a bit so the yellow ends disappear but I also think it promotes growth

Btw guys, the glass containers are from the oui yogurt. 10/10 recycle y'all.

#cottage #cottage witch #cottagecore #cottage aesthetic #indoor gardening #indoor garden #lucky bamboo #cacti #cactus #fresh herbs #herbs #gardening #garden #recylcing #reusable #reduce reuse recycle #reusereducerecycle #plantdate

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swervinginfivelanes · 5 years

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I really need to vent and hell, NO ONE is going to stop me

Allow me to explain, I have two sisters, one who is 23 y.o (she'll be 'R' in here) and one who is 19 (she be 'L' in here) ny parents are married and I live with them as well as my sisters. My dad is involved but he does whatever my mother (she'll be called 'Y' in here) says.

For as long as I could remember my parents never liked me, let alone loved me, they have never done anything thoughtful for me, never thought to consider that if im upset it's for a reason, never congratulated me for any accomplishment that I had in my life, never supported in what I wanted to do in the future and just shrugged it off, it felt like they were saying to my face 'you can't do it' etc...

And while I was being treated in one way, they treated R and L completely differently. They praised them for their achievements and made sure that everyone knew about it, they have given them everything they wanted, no matter how absurd it might have been. Y is making sure that everyone in the family knows everything good that R and L did and she made sure they knew everything that I failed in. Example: I was working at my sister's job with her for a few days and she just threw me in the cold water without explaining the job properly, a few days later she fired me and I exepted it and didn't make a fuss about it. We got together with my mother's side of the family that weekend and she made sure that everyone knew that my older sister fired me because I didn't know how to do the job properly. R took pride in her actions and I was so embarrassed, get this, Y didn't bother to stop even after screaming it from the top of her lungs.

R is the first born daughter, she's even the first born granddaughter from my mother's side so she's and easy favorite.

L is the youngest daughter, and she's really close to my mother, so she's already won my mother's approval.

Whereas I joined the Air Force for two years and was barely home because I couldn't stay with them anymore. I finished my service last week and I already want to go back there, at least there I could be myself without faking anything, back then, my home base felt like a real home to me.

One more thing that my mother did, it was the first time I realized why she was treating me the way she did: when I was 11 I had a best friend (we stopped being friends in high school because she preferred to be best friends with another girl) and she was a little bit chubby, she was really insecure with it. I decided that I'll gain some weight yo show her that it not bad to be a bit chubby. Two months later, in August 2011, I was 12 y.o, my mother dragged me to the scale and forced me to weight myself because she, and I quote: 'I don't want my friends at work to look and you and say that this is how I raise you, that I raised you to be fat'. At that moment I was shocked as hell, I haven't spoken to her about anything I care about since then, I tried to run away, I tried to kill myself twice since, hell I even tried to fake my death and that didn't work, after everything i tried to do to myself, she didn't even realize that i might need a shrink until i told her (she still couldn't figure out why). She didn't even look at me enough to care. Since I couldn't afford a shrink myself I never spoke about anything, I never really sat down with anyone and spoke to them about everything that I went through because I'm done trusting people. People sucks and I've even left people that were my friends because I was so afraid they might leave me first (I think, I'm not so sure about that).

One of the worst things about them is that they act to outsider's as if were all lovey dovey and care and love each other, all I can think of at times like this is how much I want to punch them in the gut to bring out all of the lies they've ever told anyone.

Fast forward to today, I asked R to give me a ride home after staying at my mother's mom for the weekend. She said that she won't do it because I didn't have her a lotion earlier, so dumbb. She wouldn't drive until I left and out parents were right next to us. At first my dad was all like 'you both will go in this car together'. After a two minute talk with my mother he was all like 'you're walking with us' at the beginning I didn't think that he'll cave but I was so fucking furious at them, I was tired of them do much, tired of how they treated me, so I just started demanding the the keys from my father with tears in my eyes. I took them and started fast walking to the house. At that moment I decided I'll move to another city, I don't even care where as long as I'll do it as fast as I can. That bitch of a sister drove beside me and I was only cursing her and my so called parents for ever existing. Now its been like two hours since then and I can't stop crying about it. Honestly all I want to do is take her car, pack a suitcase and leave them a letter saying how terrible they are and how much u want them to remember that they are cruel and insensitive people, that they know no compassion and love, all they know is giving pain and hate for others.

I want this hanging over their heads until their cruel deaths, I want this to be written on their tombstones. I'm so done with this world, so sick of everyone and everything. It's like the entire world is against me, I'm sick of fighting, there's nothing I can do except running.

All I keep thinking is if it's always going to be like this, is everyone going to choose someone else over me? Am I really theat expandable? I have never felt so alone in my life....

#terrible parents #terrible family #hate my family #hate my life #nothing good in this world #so sick of them #i just cant #cant stop crying #what do i do know #all alone #no one left to fight

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xserpentlife · 6 years

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3.15 Reactions / Spoilers

All of this is not edited, literally my raw reactions while watching the show, not even spell checked or anything so sorry for that.

Gladys making think its all a happy family when it isn’t lying sack of Sh**

HOTDOGGGGGG

archie got a lot of people after him dayum

Really Cheryl a trip you acting like everything’s fine wth

I FUCKING KNEW IT WAS GONNA BE GLADYS I KNEW SHE BOIGHT THAT FUCKING HOUSE OMG. Serpents moving to the fuckin north side 😂😂

OO Toni in hot shit with Cheryl

Wait so what Reggie and Veronica are like together or not cause I’m confused

Yes Jughead fuckinf question her

A real family my ass Gladys

The makeshift serpent jackets for the gargoyles has me cracking up

I love how happy fp is about being proud of what he can do for his kids

Toni givin “rent”

Veronica tryna pay Reggie has me lolling

Is riverdale turning to larping like....

YEA GOD VERONICA TELL HERRRR

YES

I hopento god she tells jug like he doesn’t deserve

BETTY TELL HIM

JUG BETTER BELIEVE HER I SWEAR TO GOD

Y tf is archie asking Hiram are you dumb or some shit like why tf do you trust him I don’t get it

My boys better have lines

People gonna make some gooood gifs 😂

Is Reggie stupid why tf UGHH WHY YOU GOTTA BE DUMBB

Oooo that’s a lot of people

I don’t like arch all that much but hope he doesn’t get killed

What’s Cheryl doin

Ooooo she caughtttt

OH MY THAT TOOK A TURN A TURN

This show an sex like people fuck at the most random times

ARE THEY REALLY GONNA FUCK IN THE SPEAKEASY

The kraken 😂😂😂

Oh bitch been blinded

GET HIM ARCHIE

what is the point of being blinded for literally a second like if you gonna blindfold someone keep the damn thing on

YES ARCHIE

sacrifice no more, too good to be true

So you fuck her and then talk what the fuck

Cheryl needs to chill like bitch it is your house your bedroom maybe help make it Tonis too don’t just act like it’s all her damn fault like what the hell

Make amends my ass Hiram

If he takes those goddamn keys, well what the hell of course he is he’s Archie 🙄

AWWWW REGGIE OH MY GOD “I wanna matter” that is the cutest shit. So they are dating.

HALF THESW GIRLS IN THIS SHIW PISSSSSS ME OFFFFFFF

oh so sweets upgraded jones to Jughead

Fsngs and sweets are so hot I need more of them but I feel this episode isn’t gonna have much more of the two

Uh oh oh shit Gladys gonna kill Veronica

“Did it for you” yeah okay bitch

He better tell his fucking dad I swear to god

Wow she really pulled the “he’ll break” card seriously

AWWW FRED

I JUST WANT FP TO KNOW ABOUT GLADYSSSS

OKAY SO THATS WHY ITS HEATHERS 😂😂 ok Cheryl ya need to chill

Gladys is talking out of her ass

Jug better say what Gladys is fucking doing this is your chance tel everyone

Broody bunch 😂

FP GONNA CRY awww

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

SAVE JELLYBEAN BITCH JELLYBEAN KNOWS....DOESNT SHE???

Wait I’m kinda shocked this episode wasn’t all the crazy all this considering

#riverdale #riverdale reactions #riverdale episode #riverdale episode reactions #riverdale spoilers #riverdale episode spoiler

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imagine-shenanigans · 6 years

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Okay so @auraphoenix1500 requested headcanons for people in fates having pokemon and listed a couple of their own ideas for the royals (who would have legendary/mythical pokemon) and I decided to just make this into a series for the fates royals

But, because of the fact that I’m a dumbbe bitchhe who loves pokemon headcanons and making teams, I went WAY overboard so now I have to post them royal-by-royal! I started with Ryoma in my list so here u are

EDIT: oh shit this was my 900th post

Ryoma Pokemon Team Headcanons

Team

Zapdos

Arcanine

Makuhita -> Hariyama

Team Choice Explanations

Zapdos

In going with the formula of “each royal has a legendary” I was looking through legendaries and Zapdos just. Really screamed Ryoma from the get-go

This is because of the fact that it’s an electric type, and Ryoma’s sword Raijinto is, well, Raijinto.

Zapdos is also rarely seen, which I felt also connected with Ryoma’s status, as well as the fact that Zapdos is pretty intimidating, and I feel so is Ryoma at times.

Arcanine

I feel like Arcanine is a good choice for him as well because of the fact that it’s also more of a renowned pokemon. It “has a sense of majesty” and “any who hear its bark grovel before it”.

It’s also extremely loyal, so need I say any more?

Makuhita -> Hariyama

My final pick for Ryoma is Hariyama, or rather Makuhita that will evolve into a Hariyama

Makuhita is “very gutsy and never gives up, no matter how many times it is knocked down”, and regardless of the fact that it already fits Ryoma’s personality, I feel like it’s a lesson that they would have wanted to teach Ryoma as a child, and that is why Makuhita would have been chosen for him.

Hariyama is also very large, and intimidating, and I just like the idea of Ryoma having a large team in terms of physical bulk. Hariyama also begin training Makuhita when they get older so I felt like that sort of maturity is something that Ryoma would mirror.

Headcanons

Ryoma first got Makuhita as a child. It was a pokemon meant to help him harness and train his strength, and encourage him to learn hand to hand combat and the restraint that comes with sparring. Since Makuhita is “very gutsy and never gives up, no matter how many times it is knocked down”, I felt that was something that they wanted Ryoma to emulate as crown prince. Having a sparring partner that you trust is important, and as such this way Ryoma always had someone to train with, regardless of where he was.

Due to the origins of his Makuhita (meant as a sparring partner and loyal companion), and the fact that he was also being trained in the way of the sword at the same time... little kid Ryoma named his Makuhita “Bushido”

The two are extremely close, as Bushido is the companion that has been with him longest. They’ve been through thick and thin together, just about everything that could have happened that went wrong happened while they were together. They really are the epitome of pokemon and trainer bonds

Makuhita evolved during a particularly tough battle, during a night the castle was invaded by enemy forces. Ryoma was young, and had been training with a wooden practice katana at the time in a secluded area of the castle. He and Makuhita had been sparring at the time, and in the ensuing battle between Ryoma and the forces that had managed to slip past the others, his wooden sword broke pitifully fast. He couldn’t fight forever with just his hands, and in what he thought to be his final moments, on his back, exhausted and weaponless, Makuhita evolved into Hariyama, and beat the enemies senseless so fast that he hadn’t even had time to process what had just happened.

Ever since, Hariyama refuses to be inside of his pokeball, and acts as another bodyguard in addition to ryoma’s retainers. He’s very protective.

Arcanine was next to join Ryoma’s team, and everyone who saw or heard of the event agreed that it was surely a sign that Ryoma was destined to rule. Arcanine had walked straight out of the woods, and into the castle, before licking Ryoma on the forehead.

In truth, Ryoma had been practicing with Hariyama in the woods for some time, trying to find a semi-secluded area, and there was a pokemon that kept eating the lunches they had brought with them. After a few days of this, trying and failing to catch whatever pokemon was moving too fast for him to even see, Ryoma decided that he would just start bringing food for it instead, so he and Hariyama could eat in peace. As such, the Arcanine became attached to Ryoma, and when Ryoma didn’t show up for lunch time one day, he decided to seek him out instead of waiting.

Although his Arcanine seems really intimidating, in truth he’s very, very playful. It lends a certain levity to the seriousness that bogs down Ryoma at times, and helps his Hariyama loosen up a bit. It’s pretty common to see the three meditating together (or well, Arcanine napping between them to keep them warm). Once, it turned out that rather than just meditating, the three had all secretly been napping together. Ryoma hasn’t lived it down since.

Zapdos was the last to join his team, at the same time that Raijinto chose Ryoma to wield it, due to the fact that Zapdos was guarding Raijinto. After an especially fierce battle, Zapdos yielded and let Ryoma become its trainer, and let Ryoma have Raijinto.

The two aren’t like typical trainer and pokemon, they have a very... not unaffectionate, but more professional bond that has a deep level of respect. They’re more comrades than anything, although Zapdos does love Ryoma, and Ryoma Zapdos.

Ryoma is soft as hell with his pokemon. It’s very easy to catch Ryoma smiling proudly at his pokemon, or with this soft, gentle look on his face as he watches them sleep or play.

He is the type of trainer to buy his pokemon toys at gift shops, because he’s like, not a fanatic, but certainly “person who really loves cats and adores their pet cat” levels of love, he just keeps it on the down low because he doesn’t want people to disrespect him.

Artists often paint Ryoma with one of his pokemon (artists quite often argue which of the three represents him best personality wise) while some paint him with all three (how dare you deprive lord ryoma of the posterity of all three of his pokemon!). There’s also quite a few items that shopkeeps sell of his pokemon, just as they do all the royals. From plush dolls to pouches with designs, they have so many different things to pick from.

Where I’m going with that is that Ryoma clearly has a secret stash of toys and items that are based on his pokemon, from a stuffed doll of his Arcanine, to the coin pouch shaped like a Makuhita’s face, to the hair pin of zapdos. He also has quite a few portraits that he’s collected over the years. He rotates them out with the changing of the seasons, since he doesn’t have enough space for them on the walls.

Ryoma keeps doing that thing where you shake the shit out of your dog’s face and watch their face jiggle while laughing, and they let you do it because you’re kind of petting them or they think it’s funny play time to Arcanine. Sometimes if you’re close enough and he doesn’t know you’re there, you can hear him mumbling things like “who’s a good boy? you are!” to it in a bit of a goofy voice.

Ryoma sleeps curled up next to his team, and you literally cannot convince me otherwise. Ryoma hasn’t slept in a real bed in ten years and doesn’t even have one in his room because he and his pokemon just have this giant nest of pillows and blankets. Zapdos gets in first, and curls up, then Hariyama climbs in and gets comfortable. Ryoma then slips in between Hariyama and Zapdos, and Arcanine lies on top of Hariyama and Zapdos so he doesn’t slip into the small space Ryoma has between his largest pokemon, and keeps all of them warm.

Everybody thinks Ryoma’s sleeping arrangement is extremely uncomfortable but in fact it’s the comfiest way to sleep ever.

#ryoma fire emblem #fire emblem #pokemon #auraphoenix1500 #strawberry writing #strawberry headcanons #this thing literaly clocked in at 1330 words #i wasn't fucking around when i said i go overboard on pokemon team requests #its my very very very niche interest #making pokemon teams for characters #and people but i wont do that on this blog i just do it for friends

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unproduciblesmackdown · 6 years

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@shutttershades j can’t believe ANYONE would be into rory/jess he is Awful the whole time like i think he’s introduced before s3 right? am i misremembering this from like 8 yrs ago, but didnt he get rory to come over to tutor him or something and she’s all “no you just want to hit on me and i have a boyfriend” and he’s all “you’re so dumbb and highstrung i’m not gonna hit on you” and then it turns out he just wanted to hit on her and like their whole “flirtation” is just him ignoring her protests and attempts at asserting boundaries plus he dates that other girl solely to make rory jealous? like, way to use another girl as a disposable object for your own gains. you gotta love that in a guy, disrespecting OTHER girls but not you baby!!! syke he’s disrespecting you too like all he does is treat her with contempt to try to bully her into dating him and then somehow she does w/e okay i don’t especially remember them enjoying any time together, there’s that thing where she asks him to come do something with her b/c it matters to her and he blows her off w/o calling when he said he would and so rory decides she deserves better, except later on jess bothers to show up unannounced and ask if she wants to do something thats HIS idea, and apparently that makes up for it despite totally not and really the icing on the shit cake is when they make out or something and rory’s like “i don’t want to sleep with you rn” and he gets pissed like “you totally wanted to if you’re alone in this bedroom making out with me” and its like jesus fucking christ how many people have you sexually assaulted and then anyway he gets all wounded and runs away and like, fuck, good riddance from as far as i got he’s really just suddenly stormed over to tell rory they’re in love and should run away together & its like ????? leave her alone ffs jess is just the worst

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balkantalia-hub · 7 years

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My Balkan: Chapters 5 and 6

Chapter 5.

AN: SSSTOP FLAMING U BITCHEZ!1! if u flam that meanz ur a TURBOFOLK H8ER!! ILL HUNT U DOWN U LITTLE SHITZ!! Da only reson Enos swor is coz he ran out of cigers okkk an on tup of dat he wuz mad at dem 4 having sexx! PS im nut updating umtil I get five good revoiws!

Ennas made Dražen and I follow him. He kept shouting at us angrily.

"You Azis (AN nno flamen i luv azis but enis don't okk) fools!" he shouted.

I started to cry tears of blood down my palid face. Dražen comforted me, wrapping one of his noodle arms around me again. When we went back to the castle Penis took us to Professor Metikoš and Professor Janeska who were both looking very angry.

"They were having sexual intercourse in the Forbidden Forest yo dang!!" he yelled in a furious voice.

"Why did you do such a thing, you mediocre ajvar lovers?" asked Professor Jaknoww.

"How dare you?" demanded Professor Macintosh.

And then Dražen shrieked in his high-pitched gay voice. "BECAUSE I LOVE FUCKING HIM!!" (AN lol what a dumbb bitchh he meant "bc i fuckin love him" but ye he a dumass)

Everyone was quiet. Ponis and Professor Yahoo still looked mad but Professor Mac-Mac said. "Fine. Very well. You may go up to your rooms."

Dražen and I went upstairs while the teachers glared at us.

"Are you okay, Jany?" Dražen asked me gently.

"Yeah I guess." I lied. I went to the boy's dorm and brushed my teeth and my hair and changed into a fluffy pair of PJs that looked like a chicken costume. When I came out….(AN lol gettit WHEN HE CAME OUT like he gayy)

Dražen was standing in front of the bathroom, and he started to sing "Despacito". I was so flattered, even though he wasn't supposed to sing such a fuckin prep song. We hugged and kissed. After that, we said goodnight and he reluctantly went back into his room.

Chapter 6.

AN: i decidod to thank al reviows i get staring from 2day so THX gay_suggestion for ur looonngg cummentary on ma fic!! i didnt rlly get that part on "self-insert" or whatevs but ye i luv u!! coffee_stressed tyyyy for ur outfit adeas for wanez!! oh btw if i dont get more reviows i wont release the next chap >:)

The next day I woke up in my coffin. I put on a black jacket, a black t-shirt and black ripped jeans, which all had little spikes on them, even my shoes and underwear had spikes. I put on chicken-shaped earrings to make a statement about my fursona. I spray-painted my hair with L'oreal Shade Sand Blonde 3.14 to cover up any brown roots.

In the Great Hall, I ate some Cunt Chocula cereal with blood instead of milk, and a glass of red blood. Suddenly someone bumped into me. All the blood spilled over my top.

"Bastard!" I shouted angrily. I regretted saying it when I looked up cause I was looking into the pale white face of a gothic boy with spiky black hair with red streaks in it. He was wearing so much eyeliner that it was going down his face like tiny droplets of limpid black tears and he was wearing black lipstick. His hair looked like it was stripped out of the most angsty punk magazine. He was wearing red contacts just like Dražen. He had a sexy balkan-moved-to-uk-then-back-home Dua Lipa kind of accent which was hot af. He looked exactly like what Tito must've looked like as a teen. He was so sexy that my body went all hot when I saw him kind of like an erection only I'm a twink so I didn't get one you sicko yikes.

"I'm so sorry." he said in a shy voice.

“That’s all right. What’s your name?” I questioned.

“My name’s Jalal, although most people call me Vampire these days.” he grumbled.

“Why??” I exclaimed.

“Because I love the taste of human blood.” he giggled.

“Well, I am a vampire.” I confessed.

“Really?” he whimpered.

“Yeah.” I roared.

We sat down to talk for a while. Then Dražen came up behind me and wrapped me in his noodle arms again and told me he had a surprise for me so I went away with him.

#yugotalia #balkantalia #aph slovenia #aph croatia #aph serbia #aph bosnia #aph macedonia #aph herzegovina #aph kosovo #burusume #fanfic

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sweet-xoxo-thatcares · 3 years

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Song of my life

I hate Jay, but I still think about breaking the moral code just to get them/he back.

I don't like their idiotic, bratty, ass, controlling, wimpy, diary of a stolen boyfriend, terror tactics, microsoft nerdy ass, clymphomaniac (Cliff Huxtable Nymphomaniac), military guerrilla style, bronchitis bitchass who snorrrrrrrttttttttssssss so fucking loud in the morning like a kerosene chemical bomb is stuffed up her fucking nose and into her black, gothic, lights her fingers, witch candles and fake dick complacencies all bundled in for an asshole she can't stop from seeking other people, with their own financial insecurities. But yet you steady roasting me??

I hate that I can't just get up and go get a job today. My ass is literally struggling just to pay attention on an application, then when I get frustrated that I can't find anything I'm even fucking qualified for, I get horribly upset about me not being able to do anything about it an just start wanking off for about 2-3hrs of porn just to get a high because I can't smoke weed anymore, and whenever I can't do that, I go to the store to buy processed food and sweets and pop that I don't need but I need to fulfill this need of a high with a sugar craving, and then I kick back into circulation because then I start thinking about how much of an asshole Jay and Jay gf was and then it repeats all over again.

I think too much.

I sneak drinks from my parents special alcohol because I can't even afford buying me some alcohol enough to drown my poisonous thoughts in. But then it gets worse if I drink too much, because then I think about hurting myself and the ptsd kicks in from my momma, dad, jay, that bitch, and everybody else that ever said any mean, rude, sarcastic, and judging me for not being able to grow up like a proper adult. When the truth is, I don't even want to?

And I mean the type the adult my mother and father became...

The corporate job, that you don't even like going to, but you do it because you gotta pay bills, wash your ass, cook, clean, and pay at restaurants because you wife likes to be dined out and took on trips every so often to feel loved and appreciated. Then there's the kids and their automatic dysfunctions to wanting to chip in or help out. All the while, when you come home, you're so tired and worn the fuck out, you can't even build on the dreams or the projects your ass retired to think about doing outside of work because your wife made you cut your hair and be somebody you weren't before you met her.

That's why I don't like marriage. Because I hate being controlled. But I know I need to if I want to settle down and at least have one freaking kid (which I admit took me a long time to even adjust to the idea of having kids at all, until much recently) because kids need to grow up within the first 8-10yrs with 2 parents to grow up with a secure attachment style. And I'm starting to fear, I don't wanna end up a workaholic like my mom who barely even had enough time for me working all the time to cover the household, and then now my dad is the one taking over that role and I see the difference in my sisters now, the lack of their father being able to emotionally support them, like he used to do with me. Cause when mom wasn't there, he was, and I'm glad he was. But now, I keep thinking that maybe if I didn't feel so fearfully attached to my mother to where I became anxious-avoidant, maybe I would have had a healthier relationships with my more feminine relationships and I wouldn't have started to feel like a low life about her not loving me, kissing me, or hugging me enough as a child, like I needed her to be there. It wasn't just me looking for attention or just whining for no reason, I remember crying to myself at night sometimes because I was afraid to call her to my room to help me. Because she was always at work.

And now you think I'm overthinking, but this is just an example of what my brain starts thinking within a whole hour and I just woke up. And by the way I hate the idea of being a depressed mother, postpartum-depression, my mother had it, but I've seen other mothers with it and how it affected the children to see their mothers sad and they became overpleasing, overworked children who blamed their mother's conditions on the reasons why they can't stop people pleasing and stop being too nice all the time, because they grew up in a southern background with biscuits, rice, and eggs that taught their children to serve and serve the mother and father as part of the household.

Sounds like slavery right?

What bout teamwork, cooperation, fairnesss. Not tyranny.

And that's where the loop starts all over again. Because I just came out of situation/unofficial relationship/bdsm-sex-slaveship/non-giving-a-fuck-cgl/toxicship/friendship that was ran by a tyrannist and a colonist working and then not working me to death, putting me on hold, expecting me to wait without a collar of endearment or commitment, and then getting mad when I leave to go find real love, but then my heart keeps fucking beeping like the little reservation alarms from Outback that HEYYYY BITTCHHHH YOUUUU FEEELLLL SOMMMMEETHHHIMGGGGGG THEERREEEEE FORR AAA REEASSSONNNNNNNNN! FUCKING STUBBORN YOUTH BITCH, YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH THEMMMMM!

And this is when I get into a fight with myself, because it doesn't even fucking matter because clearly the Co-Captain, Jay, doesn't wanna be involved with us, nor do we know if they were actually playing a role to please HITLER or they really are an abusive, retarded, bastard who doesn't deserve shit, because you know why....

YOUU RANNNN AWAAAYYYYYY TOOO AVOIIIIDDD HEARRRING THISSS DUMBB MFFFFF SAY GOODBYE TO YOU IN PERSON AND NOW WE DONT HAVE ANYYY FUCKKKKINGGG CLOOOSSURREEE AND YO ASSS ISSS STIIILLLL GETTINGGG BLOOCCKKKEDDD

And I hate when I delegate with my personalities, yes, I said personalities, but they mostly feel like masks, because it was an imaginary coping mechanism that my young version of me did to adapt to school, my house, my friends in FL, My friends in MS, and then of course my friends here, I'm always changing and customizing myself like a GTA character in the shop, ready to just take a fucking shower and lay in bed alll day to exhaust my engine, because I downloaded too many computer programs and learned too many parts about someone else's vagina that I wasn't just about to get ready to eat and now Im switching as I talk......

See what I mean. I go from writer nostalgic rant, to aggressive, over freak that just wants to get down, get nasty, get drunk, get high, and go see other people so I can just get over this fat jerk, that (we dont know if they even love us, but nancy drew wants a straight up confession not controlled by their institutionalized gf that hawks their phone and their mind everyday. THEY REEEKKKK OF THEIR FUCKING GF INFLUENCESSS. THAT MANIPULATIVE ASSS FUCKIING WHHOOORREEEE), but most obviously (school Ky talking) this person absolutely does not love me or her enough to respect both women, but especially me, as they disrespect me the most, block me to abandon me, an treat me like a sexy can of green beans to eat later in their storage cabinet, so yes they just see you as a casual sex option to go, no longer respects you, your mind, your body or whatever your opinion is.....because their off marrying the wicked witch of the Midwest as we speak....it could be any day now.

(Mad ky) Why the fuck haven't they got married yet? 2yrs is wayyy too fucking long to be engaged to somebody if they're saying they're gonna get married at the courthouse. Like wtfff just do it already, I can't hold this fat ass bitch any longer from running back to this mf house. Like Ky, leave this nigga alone, damn! We can find a finer ass nigga, with a better job, and a better heart, emotionally available to love you and respect you the way that you need to be treated, fuck that mf.

I hate this bitch (Love Ky) but why don't we just go over there and see if they'll talk to us.

HELLLLLL NAAAHHHHH I DONT EVEN FUCKING TRUST THAT HOE AND FUCKING HITLER ASS GF SO FUCKING PETTYY SHE MIGHT EVEN TRY CALLING THE COPS ON YOU CAUSE SHE DONT EVEN LIKE YO ASSS AND SHE FAKKEKKE ASSS FFUCCKKKK LIKE A MF KARENNNN YO

Forget that hoe, we out mf.

We can't even tell this mf that we even moved in between grand rapids and Flint because mom tried to push us down the stairs and had to live with our grandma who don't even want us there so now she keeps making up excuses because she has OCD and likes her house a certain way, her and her only.

Its been a month since I even got into it with her about a fucking hamster, now my ass is still in flint. Not even wanting to go see grandma till I have a fucking job, cause she always yelling at me about stupid little shit and I only got to stay there for a month. She even got on me about some canned collard greens, man do I highly dislike that mf mother too. Sorry, grandma but you a pain in the ass to live with too.

I hate my life rn....

And its so hard to stay positive. My life sounds like a cartoon that I didn't even write. My looney toon ass need a psychiatrist, but I can't even afford therapy until I find a job with actual healthcare insurance.

Cause my first ever therapy session was $188 that I haven't even been able to pay off yet, because a mf aint got no job, Tommy.

Like wtffff

I need a vacation. From my brain. And my body. My family.

Then there's that good ol' American Television called escapissmmmmmmmm

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