about i'm looking for friends
As you are (doing whatever you're currently doing), you suddenly feel the urge to pee. You stop and get up. As you make your way to the bathroom, you notice the lights are off. Being the person you are, you walk in backwards, hit the light switch, and spin around.
"Who the fuck are you?"
You are met with your 18th recent download.
"Who the fuck are you?"
You are met with your 18th recent download.
about wrote a fanfic
the street lamps dimly reflected upon the cobblestone walkway as the rainfall noisily poured and made it’s existence known. it’s bliss and burden, laughter and sorrow, tragedy and narrative were collectively vulnerable as it fell unfalteringly from the dreary cloud-filled evening autumn sky. it was as if it had a story to tell, one with an undeniable sense of boundless sorrow and a touch of gentle obscurity.
though you had an umbrella over your head, you felt as if the thick woeful spirit of your surroundings were actively trying to surround you and pull you under, drowning you soundlessly and seeping deep into your very bones without letting you let out even a single cry. feeling anxious, you tighten your grip on the handle of your umbrella and quicken your steps.
as you approached your apartment, you looked up and couldn’t help but slowly come to a stop as you saw a familiar silhouette standing in your walkway. he was drenched and without an umbrella, and had obviously been waiting for awhile. they see you and their face immediately lights up. you can’t help the tremble that pulls waveringly as your heart.
you open your mouth and your voice quivers. “barry...?”
barry b. benson. he was the last bee you wanted to see right now. against your will, however, all the feelings you had for him that had been hid away now crashed back to you in waves, as if a dam had been broken and had no way of being repaired.
barry’s antennae quaked at the sound of your voice. “...y/n.” his eyes flicker over you from top to bottom, and inexplicably you feel your body heat up under his state. he speaks again, coughing awkwardly. “you look good.”
hearing that you look down at the ground, thinking that if he suddenly saw the look in your eyes, you’d have no way of explaining the emotions that shouldn’t have been there any more. “why are you here?”
“y/n... i-i wanted to apologize. i know i don’t deserve to say this, but i can’t get rid of my feelings for you. i’ve never been able to.” he lets out a stiff laugh to cover up the silence you give him in response. “i don’t need you to feel the same, i just—”
“what about adam?” you interrupt him, finally meeting his gaze. your knuckles turn white from how hard you’re squeezing the umbrella handle, but you don’t seem to notice.
he looks gloomy at this question. “i don’t think i ever really loved him. no, that’s wrong. i definitely never loved him. i just— y/n, i was wrong.” his voice fades into a whisper. “i was wrong. i’m sorry.”
this time, you’re silent for a long time. barry seemed ready to open his mouth again, but you stopped him, shifting awkwardly under your umbrella. “...it’s cold out here in the rain. let’s go in and.. help each other warm up.”
hearing this, a beast-like fire emitted from barry’s gaze, like a quenched man who had finally seen water. he hungrily takes in your image at this moment, as if wanting to sear it into his memory for an eternity.
he swallows, his voice coming out increasingly husky.
“okay.”
though you had an umbrella over your head, you felt as if the thick woeful spirit of your surroundings were actively trying to surround you and pull you under, drowning you soundlessly and seeping deep into your very bones without letting you let out even a single cry. feeling anxious, you tighten your grip on the handle of your umbrella and quicken your steps.
as you approached your apartment, you looked up and couldn’t help but slowly come to a stop as you saw a familiar silhouette standing in your walkway. he was drenched and without an umbrella, and had obviously been waiting for awhile. they see you and their face immediately lights up. you can’t help the tremble that pulls waveringly as your heart.
you open your mouth and your voice quivers. “barry...?”
barry b. benson. he was the last bee you wanted to see right now. against your will, however, all the feelings you had for him that had been hid away now crashed back to you in waves, as if a dam had been broken and had no way of being repaired.
barry’s antennae quaked at the sound of your voice. “...y/n.” his eyes flicker over you from top to bottom, and inexplicably you feel your body heat up under his state. he speaks again, coughing awkwardly. “you look good.”
hearing that you look down at the ground, thinking that if he suddenly saw the look in your eyes, you’d have no way of explaining the emotions that shouldn’t have been there any more. “why are you here?”
“y/n... i-i wanted to apologize. i know i don’t deserve to say this, but i can’t get rid of my feelings for you. i’ve never been able to.” he lets out a stiff laugh to cover up the silence you give him in response. “i don’t need you to feel the same, i just—”
“what about adam?” you interrupt him, finally meeting his gaze. your knuckles turn white from how hard you’re squeezing the umbrella handle, but you don’t seem to notice.
he looks gloomy at this question. “i don’t think i ever really loved him. no, that’s wrong. i definitely never loved him. i just— y/n, i was wrong.” his voice fades into a whisper. “i was wrong. i’m sorry.”
this time, you’re silent for a long time. barry seemed ready to open his mouth again, but you stopped him, shifting awkwardly under your umbrella. “...it’s cold out here in the rain. let’s go in and.. help each other warm up.”
hearing this, a beast-like fire emitted from barry’s gaze, like a quenched man who had finally seen water. he hungrily takes in your image at this moment, as if wanting to sear it into his memory for an eternity.
he swallows, his voice coming out increasingly husky.
“okay.”
about wrote a fanfic
you attempt arson on a playmobil shop after one of their staff members told you that Lego Santa wasn't real but then all of a sudden you see your long lost lover sonic inside
What do you do?
What do you do?
about wrote a fanfic
He hugged you tightly as he hears your sniffles, he softly rubs your back .he then ask you to look at him, as he look into your face he couldn't help but kiss your soft lips, after a while he then says this to you
"I know it's hard, but you have to go through this for me and you, it hurts me seeing you cry, take care of yourself more and please accept the fact that im don't exist in your life y/n"
"I know it's hard, but you have to go through this for me and you, it hurts me seeing you cry, take care of yourself more and please accept the fact that im don't exist in your life y/n"
about confess to your crush
i passed out twice because i stayed up for 2 days straight, working my ass off with only a 30 min nap...i was to busy reading bl/yaoi to go to sleep ╥﹏╥
about get to know you
according to twitter it's """transphobic""" for lesbians to not be attracted to dicks.
???
isn't that the whole point of being a lesbian??????
???
isn't that the whole point of being a lesbian??????
about get to know you
so this just happened twenty minutes ago and i need other peoples opinion on this to make sure i shouldn't overthink it. i've only known my step dad for a few months and he just recently got married with my mom and moved in. and so i needed to go to the toilet and he was coming up the stairs and i think it was clear that i was going to the toilet. so i sat down and started to pee and i'm pretty sure i locked the door but after a minute or so of sitting in the toilet he opened the door and was staring down at me but we both quickly apologized and he quickly shut the door. idk i just feel weird because i thought he saw me go in and he didn't even knock even tho my mom is always like how i should knock everytime i go in so shouldn't it apply to him? should i tell my mom or should i just leave it?
about school is stressful
Women are compared to actresses, porn stars, and insta models, all of which have an entire makeup team and photoshop to back them up. They know their angles, they were quite literally trained to look pleasing to the eye. Your average woman doesn't have that. We have to be naturally pretty, cause who wants a woman with too much makeup, right? We have to be thick, while simultaneously having a flat stomach, big tits, and a big ass.
Women have to have picture perfect hair at all times, no acne, no cellulite, no tummy fat, perfectly clear skin, can't be too tall, can't be too short, can't be too skinny, but you can't be too fat either.
And this isn't even considering the racial component. The world is held to eurocentric beauty standards. Which means if you don't have white skin and a narrow nose you're much more likely to be considered unattractive.
And istg if any of y'all are in the replies like "wHaT aBoUt Men!!11" then make your own damn post, we're talking about women.
Women have to have picture perfect hair at all times, no acne, no cellulite, no tummy fat, perfectly clear skin, can't be too tall, can't be too short, can't be too skinny, but you can't be too fat either.
And this isn't even considering the racial component. The world is held to eurocentric beauty standards. Which means if you don't have white skin and a narrow nose you're much more likely to be considered unattractive.
And istg if any of y'all are in the replies like "wHaT aBoUt Men!!11" then make your own damn post, we're talking about women.
about school is stressful
I have habits that I do when I’m nervous, which is all the time.
Do yall have any nervous habits?
In pre-K, I chewed on the insides of my cheeks. In first grade, I bit my arms and hands. Things like that.
My favourite one was when I would dig my fingernails into my arms to I could make smiley faces.
Now I have three habits. Ripping the skin of my right thumb’s cuticle, cracking my bones, and pushing my fingers against my lips and then biting my lips.
Now I’ve got another question, is it normal for my bones to crack this much?
I mean, I know I crack my bones a lot, but I got a bit concerned when I breathed in and my back cracked. I crack my bones around three times a day, I think, but maybe a few more times for my knuckles and a bit less for things like my shoulders and knees.
Do yall have any nervous habits?
In pre-K, I chewed on the insides of my cheeks. In first grade, I bit my arms and hands. Things like that.
My favourite one was when I would dig my fingernails into my arms to I could make smiley faces.
Now I have three habits. Ripping the skin of my right thumb’s cuticle, cracking my bones, and pushing my fingers against my lips and then biting my lips.
Now I’ve got another question, is it normal for my bones to crack this much?
I mean, I know I crack my bones a lot, but I got a bit concerned when I breathed in and my back cracked. I crack my bones around three times a day, I think, but maybe a few more times for my knuckles and a bit less for things like my shoulders and knees.
about school is stressful
i just wanna see what y’all come up with because some of y’all concern me.
on how people here just asks questions without looking at the thing they're asking on
about have a shower thought
I remember that day before i went to school, my mom pinched me so hard that i bled out and needed to go to the nurses office the second i got to school because i pissed her off (for being on my phone all the fucking time. Well what do you expect me to do to keep sane? I can't even focus reading on a damn book) now i kinda wanna do it again... Caused by myself this time
Don't worry though! My family is completely fine! It just happened when she was really stressed so i don't blame her!
Don't worry though! My family is completely fine! It just happened when she was really stressed so i don't blame her!
*Yamaguchi walks in to the empty classroom*
Yamaguchi: Y/N?
*You walk in to the big classroom full of empty seats to find Yamaguchi waiting for you*
Y/N: Yamaguchi!
*Yamaguchi turns to the other side of the classroom to create eye contact*
Yamaguchi: Ah! There you are!
Y/N: Wanna go now?
*Yamaguchi turns his head towards the windows of the room to see the sun slowly set*
Yamaguchi: Yeah.
-you and Yamaguchi are now in the school parking lot with only a couple of cars-
Yamaguchi: The sun seems to be going down..
Y/N: That's why I told you to meet me at 4! So we could go to the park at sunset!
Yamaguchi: Oh- okay!
*Yamaguchi lays a surprised smile on his face*
Y/N: Yama?
Yamaguchi: Ye~s?
Y/N: what's it like having a salty prick for a boyfriend?
Yamaguchi: Hm..-
*Yamaguchi holds his hand to his chin thinking about the question*
Yamaguchi: It's weird. You know that he only likes you and not everyone else so it makes you feel special, but at the same time he's also salty to you.
(I'll finish this later I'm tired)
Yamaguchi: Y/N?
*You walk in to the big classroom full of empty seats to find Yamaguchi waiting for you*
Y/N: Yamaguchi!
*Yamaguchi turns to the other side of the classroom to create eye contact*
Yamaguchi: Ah! There you are!
Y/N: Wanna go now?
*Yamaguchi turns his head towards the windows of the room to see the sun slowly set*
Yamaguchi: Yeah.
-you and Yamaguchi are now in the school parking lot with only a couple of cars-
Yamaguchi: The sun seems to be going down..
Y/N: That's why I told you to meet me at 4! So we could go to the park at sunset!
Yamaguchi: Oh- okay!
*Yamaguchi lays a surprised smile on his face*
Y/N: Yama?
Yamaguchi: Ye~s?
Y/N: what's it like having a salty prick for a boyfriend?
Yamaguchi: Hm..-
*Yamaguchi holds his hand to his chin thinking about the question*
Yamaguchi: It's weird. You know that he only likes you and not everyone else so it makes you feel special, but at the same time he's also salty to you.
(I'll finish this later I'm tired)
about be a dumb bitch
Mangago bitches be slapping dumbasses left and right with like roasted chicken
about confess to your crush
Do some of y'all live in vienna? Wanna meet up? And walk cause covid pf
about school is stressful
https://twitter.com/staceyNYCDC/status/1264005641867276300
“some of y’all do a whole lot to have a husband.”
“some of y’all do a whole lot to have a husband.”
about school is stressful
you can't claim "representation matters" and "fiction doesn't effect reality".
if you agree that good rep of marginalized groups can help marginalised groups then you inherently have to accept that fiction does effect reality. and conversely how bad rep can effect marginalised groups.
if you agree that good rep of marginalized groups can help marginalised groups then you inherently have to accept that fiction does effect reality. and conversely how bad rep can effect marginalised groups.
about having friends
i need to know what yalls comebacks for uh- youre stupid or sumn cuz like- release your inner demon. oh-
what about your mom hates you or...at least my mom/dad/parents love me or sumn
what about your mom hates you or...at least my mom/dad/parents love me or sumn
about confess to your crush
do you ever feel so much anger that it feels so much heavy in your chest and it makes you wants to hurt someone physically? but you know you will feel bad and its not a right thing to do so you always hold yourself back and then just cry because you cant hurt someone/them? idk if its called "anger issues" but i do sure know that when im too angry i want to k word myself. do you guys sometimes feel this type of way or??
