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SUE ME i wanna be yeah!

[catssluvr]

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“i got a bad desire

cat. s!her. queer. pop music enthusiast. love coffee, tea, books, ts and snoopy. tpwk. 16+

oh, i’m on fire”

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no dni, but there’s always a warning so pls be responsible with that

[catssluvr]

spain i’m trusting you with this pls

[purpleandredlavalamps]

What i think Dr Robby's apartment would look like 𑣲.

[sad!robby] i just finished the pitt and my heart hurts for this man, so i had to let it out by making everyone else sad too.

entryway:

his entryway is bleak with nothing much going on. the skirting boards are scuffed from his boots and the door's paint is chipped in places. a singular jacket hangs from one of two hooks. he installed two when he moved in, thinking that he would of found someone by now to use it. he gets a slight throb in his heart when he sees it empty, but can't get himself to remove it.

kitchen:

his kitchen is dark, a large window looking out to a brick wall on the right side. his decorations are minimal except for some cacti that were gifted to him from Dana. she persisted on getting him a gift for his birthday, even if it was as small as a plant. his sink is filled with pots that he hasn't had the time or motivation to clean. there's a polaroid of him and Denis stuck on his fridge, sometimes he stares at it, tears welling up in his eyes. he imagines what it would be like to cook dinner with Denis; soft jazz playing in the background as they laugh and talk about their day.

living room:

Michael would have a couch, yes, but he'd only use the arm chair. he sinks into the chair with a heavy sigh after a long shift, staring out into space whilst he fails to hold his head up from tiredness, eventually falling asleep in it; waking up with a sore back. he doesn't really have the time for watching tv, so he just has the old box tv from his childhood bedroom. the corners of the room are filled with books gathering dust.

bedroom:

his bed is unmade, laundry piles high and there's a thick layer of melancholy floating around the room. the room doesn't provide anything for him other than a place to sleep if he hasn't already conked out in his armchair. in his bedside table he has a box containing memories from past relationships. he sometimes pulls out the watch that Collins got him for his 45th birthday. he inspects it with half-lidded eyes, feeling the leather between his finger tips. the engraving on the back says "for my grumpy man". those nights would be the hardest. the nights where his mind would be loud. he knows they ended for the best, but sometimes he wished they worked out so he wouldn't feel so alone.

bathroom:

his bathroom would be simple, no dressy decor or scented soaps. just toothpaste, toothbrush, razor, soap and shampoo. he would spend a while in the shower, letting the hot water run down his face as he closed his eyes and tries not to focus on the pain in his chest. the shower would provide enough noise to stop him from listening too hard to his head. sometimes, when the florescent light of the bathroom hits at a certain angle when he's stood in front of the mirror, he sees just how deep his eye bags have grown, how much his hair needs to cut and how his beard has grown out. he would just look at himself in the mirror, tiredness and depression wearing a heavy weight on his shoulders.

thank you for reading! i hope this broke you just as much as it broke me. i was listening to a lot of sufjan stevens whilst making this so take that as you will.

requests are open! | masterlist

[catssluvr]

WOOF WOOF I LOVE THIS SMMMM, actually feral over denis putting a polaroid of them in the fridge

[jaime-lannisters]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON — 3.01: Salt and Sea, Fire and Blood (2026) JOHN EVERETT MILLAIS — Ophelia (1851-1852)

[judblanc]

[benoit blanc voice] pardon the freudian slip father it's just that you look sooo tortured and crucifiable sittin' beneath an evocatively framed handrail like that

[v4mpqu33n]

Oh I’m not hungry

[catssluvr]

i can see you, nancy wheeler

nancy wheeler x fem!reader (1k words)

in which you have your first sleepover at nancy’s house. as her girlfriend, of course.

warnings: previous friends to lovers, kissing, fluff!!

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The bathroom is foggy once you step out of the shower, slipping into your comfy pajamas as quick as you can. Both because you’re growing sleepy and you’d never want to make someone think you’re that guest who hogs the bathroom.

You fold your clothes carefully, feeling a little awkward. Not because it’s a new environment, you’ve been to the Wheeler’s house countless times. But this is your first time sleeping over as Nancy’s girlfriend.

And as much as you don’t think anyone has a clue on what is happening between you two, you feel yourself threading more lightly.

You also feel like you have to make this whole new impression on her. Being a best friend is different from being a girlfriend — there’s no denying in that.

You’re sitting by the edge of the bathtub pulling on your fuzzy socks when there’s a gentle knock on the door, your girlfriend’s head peaking inside once she’s sure you’re okay with her coming in.

“Hi.” She throws you shy smile, sweet honey voice. Her own hair is damp from the shower you insisted she took first, curls adorably falling over her forehead.

“Hey.” You smile back warmly.

“Thought we could get ready for bed together.” Nancy suggests, your toiletries bag on her hand.

“Course.” You pull yourself up, taking it from her with a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thank you.”

You could get used to this, doing your skincare beside her as you sneak looks at her through the mirror. The headband on her head has you holding back a smile, floral scent of the shampoo she used filling the stuffy air of the bathroom.

The silence is comfortable, both of you tired from the day you spent together at the mall. Your eyes feel droopy as you brush your teeth, elbow knocking against hers when you stumble.

You both giggle as your eyes lock on the mirror, toothpaste foam on the corner of your mouth making you feel silly.

Nancy grabs your hand once you’re both done, cold sweeping through once she opens the door and you quickly make your way back to her bedroom.

“It’s freezing.” You rub your arms, goosebumps on your legs that are uncovered by your shorts.

Her feet pad all the way to her wardrobe, pulling out a pink sweater that you’re already accustomed to see on her before handing it to you.

“Your favorite?” You ask with raised eyebrows. “I feel special.”

She answers with a light push to your shoulder, grabbing your shoulder to pull you right back. “Don’t push it.”

You’re guided towards the bed by her soft hands, siting on the corner as she settles behind you. Her fingers work through your hair carefully, never pulling too hard as she fixes up a braid.

Her lips press on your shoulder once she’s finished, doe eyes peering at you over your shoulder. “C’mon.”

You feel giddy once your back hits the pink cushions of her bed, realization of this being the first time you’re sharing a bed with her as a girlfriend.

“What are you so smiley about?” She teases, crawling towards you until she practically on top of you.

“Just happy.” You hum, pressing a kiss to her knuckles as you hold her hand that comes to rest on your chest. “Is that allowed?”

Nancy traps her lips between her teeth, holding back the smile that she’s gotten used to having around you. She looks comfortable, eyes crinkling under the dim light and skin glowing reminding you too much of an angel.

“You’re so pretty.” She whispers, nose nuzzling against yours in affection.

It’s new to have her expressing her thoughts about you so freely, still takes the breath away from your lungs. So you settle with pressing your mouth to hers, arms wrapping around her to press her close.

The fabric of her tank top is smooth against your fingers, leaving you feeling like you’re in the clouds with her sweet taste invading your mouth. It doesn’t help that she’s just as eager as you, rubbing the skin that peaks from the colar of your shirt with her thumb and leaning impossibly closer until your legs tangle with her.

She’s a little breathless once you pull away, slightly frustrated but not ready nor with the energy for anything else.

“You just stole all the lip balm on my lips, thief.” She pretends to be annoyed, snuggling against your neck.

“Sorry, sweet girl.” You chuckle, because you really don’t sound sorry at all. If anything, the strawberry taste that lingers on your lips makes adds up to the warm feeling on your chest.

You spent too much time borrowing it from her and pretending that somehow it might feel a bit closer to what kissing her would be like.

“Liar.” You feel her smile against your collarbone, cheeks warm at the pet name.

You don’t answer, reaching to turn off the bedside lamp before swiftly pulling her back on top of you. She shrieks in surprise, setting against you nevertheless.

Your hands settle against her back as you run them through it, occasionally squeezing her shoulder gently and pressing kisses against her hair. To which she hums contently, face hidden in your neck as she relishes in your smell with legs still intertwined with yours.

“Nance.” Your whispers comes after a moment of silence, fingers tracing the space between her shoulder plates.

“Hm?” Nancy hums, sleepy state overtaking her.

“I really am happy.” The statement is soft, almost inaudible.

But the smile you feel pressed against your neck tells you she heard it just fine, breath fanning your skin in a slightly ticklish way.

“‘M happy, too.” Her words slur a bit as she speaks, breath starting to even out as she falls into slumber.

Your head feels fuzzy as you lay there, girl that you’ve dreamed about countless times laying on top of you like you’re the most comfortable pillow she’s laid on. Sleep comes after you soon enough, more at ease than ever.

[catssluvr]

just cried my eyes out cause my brother told me trinity santos is an horrible person (i feel like her half the time)

[catssluvr]

SUE ME I WANNA BE WANTED

SUE ME I WANNA BE TOXIC

[mxmmyprentiss]

hi, everyone. i'm so sorry for asking for another help. i need to buy meds (for my PMOS and GERD; as well as for my two cats with mouth ulcers) and pay some bills which cost around $310. i only got paid 6k php (roughly $97) for the past two weeks because i missed a couple of days of work when my girlfriend had blood transfusion.

i am not expecting to get the full amount as i know everybody's struggling too. even a little would actually help me out a lot. reblogs and shares are welcome.

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i would also like to thank everyone who helped me in the past, whether by donating and/or reblogging/sharing, i appreciate it a lot. i hope life would be better to you for helping a friend or a stranger on the internet. ❤️

[catssluvr]

I peed a little

deyjer u freak

[catssluvr]

i dont feel like trying too hard to be feminine like when i like other guys, am i cooked or am i cooked

[catssluvr]

okay walk with me for a sec…

i’m obsessed with fluff blah blah blah and im obsessed with cassie mckay #duh

so what if u wrote something like reader & cassie dating and it’s their first time spending the night together and it’s just very cozy and cute!!! and then in the morning cassie wakes up first and feels like she could cry tears of happiness (even tho she said she can’t remember the last time she cried, she’s just so overcome with joy and love!) because she never thought she would have such a sweet love after everything with chad!!!

i hope ur picking up what im putting down!! i just binge read everything on your profile since i haven’t stumbled across u in so long! u are a freaking genius❤️😊

- 🐞

find it here <3

yesyesyes we love fluff 🙌 i lovedddd this idea and i loved writing it even more 🩷

MY SWEET BUG ILY ILY u are the genius here

[catssluvr]

something in the way she woos me, cassie mckay

cassie mckay x fem!reader (1.1k words)

in which cassie sleeps over at your house for the first time.

warning: none its just fluff

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Cassie is exhausted.

There’s really no other word to it. This shift is something she wants to forget and not think about the next one until she has to. All that’s giving her some peace is knowing you’re waiting right outside for her.

She’s doing her best not to look tired, because although the last thing she wants is to have a date at a restaurant, she really wants to spend time with you. And she doesn’t have the heart to tell you about the restaurant you so thoughtfully planned.

Just as expected, you are on the parking lot waiting for her. Your back against the hood as a smile makes it’s ways to your lips once you spot her walking over.

“Hey, baby.” You greet excitedly, hands reaching her shoulders and pressing a peck to her lips.

“Hi.” She hums into it, her own hands settling over your sweater covered waist.

“Excited for your hot date?” You ask, though she notices a hint of something behind it — knowing maybe.

“Always.” She tries, regretfully of the way her overly happy smile doesn’t match her tired eyebags.

“Such a liar.” Your retort comes with a gentle smile, letting her know you’re not mad at all that she feels this way but that you were aware she did even before talking to her. Maybe the daily pics she sends to you aren’t a good idea anymore. You could be a profiler.

Cassie huffs, forehead slumping a little against your shoulder. “M’sorry.” Because she knows you’re not letting her get her way.

“Don’t be.” You reassure with simplicity. “Can i suggest something?”

“Sure, honey.” Her voice is laced with affection, making your stomach erupt in a thousand butterflies.

“Stay over today? We can have dinner and sleep early.” Your fingers work on her shoulder as you speak, massaging the tension in them away. “You kinda can’t say no cause i already cooked and i’m gonna think you hate me.”

You’re so sweet she wants to aggressively shove you in her pocket.

“I don’t have pj’s with me.” She reasons, very inclined to accept anyway.

“So what? Wear mine.” You’re quick to come up with a resolution.

“Okay.” Your girlfriend relents easily.

With a happy grin you pull her to you, lips to her forehead before opening the door to the e seat for her and closing it only once you’re sure she’s comfy.

Your apartment is still a little unfamiliar to her, way tidier than hers and definitely cozier. Though she does try to make hers looked lived in and happy. You just have the gift to make everything look so you, she thinks. It smells good too, a mix of the candles you keep and the homemade meal you prepared for her.

While she puts on something from your wardrobe you set the living room, tv turned on in a low volume and meals on the coffee table. Her stomach grumbles as soon as she sees it.

You somehow (not really) end up paying more attention to her than the food, plate forgotten before you’re even halfway through your meal. Your legs are thrown lazily over hers, cheek squished against her shoulder as you feel particularly in the mood to annoy her.

Without much thought your finger find her brown hair, carding through it like a second nature.

“You need to cut your bangs.” You state with a twirl of her hair.

“I do.” Cassie hums before bringing another forkful of rice to her mouth.

If she’s bothered by your crowding and slouching over her, she doesn’t mention it at all. In fact, she seems quite unbothered by it. Her hand rests on your calve when it’s not holding the fork, head leaning towards your hand without noticing.

“Just don’t let me do it i’ll leave you bald.” You joke, teasing her.

“I can cut them.”

“You cut your own hair?” You pretend to be surprised, nose nudging her jaw softly. Though she really does seem like the type to cut her own hair.

“Sometimes, yeah.” Her shoulders shrug slightly, picking up the napkin to dab at the sauce on the corner of her lips — which you eye for too long.

“Woah so handy.” You exagerate, arm slipping around her shoulders. “Really need to thrim them.” A little lower.

“Just say if you don’t like my hair.” Cassie grumbles, though it’s not heartfelt. She’s not mad at all, throwing herself into your dramatic antics.

“Shut up.” You hit her shoulder without force, pouting. “How would i see your pretty eyes if they were covered?”

You’re mostly teasing, but she feels the heat rush up her cheeks anyway. She doesn’t think she’s ever been with someone who compliments her so openly. It makes her overly giddy.

“Such a dork.” The nervous chuckle she lets out is enough to let you know how she feels.

You nose her jaw and cheek again, pressing a soft kiss soft next to her eye once you reach it. “I love your hair, promise.”

“I know, sweet girl.” Her fingers squeeze your leg, pet name leaving her mouth way too easily by now. It’s taken her a bit to get used to it. “You should eat.”

“I’m not hungry.” You answer honestly, having spent too much time cooking and trying the food.

She hums, taking note to have you eat something later before bed. And to make you a nice breakfast in bed as a payback for your loveliness.

You both go to bed not late after, lazily doing your skincare and brushing your teeth side by side in front of the mirror.

Cassie falls asleep to the feeling of your hot wet kisses against her neck.

When she wakes up it’s several hours later — nine or ten she thinks. But she’s happy from the moment she does, warmth pressed to her chest and comfortable coverts wrapping her in a soft hug.

The sight of you has her softening inside, hair mussed from rolling around in your sleep and face more relaxed than ever. Your pajamas rumpled, neckline of your shirt drifted to the side and exposing your collarbone. She presses a kiss there impulsively.

You hum, still asleep but scrunching your face softly and pressing closer to her with the sweetest pout on your lips.

Her eyes suddenly waver with tears, heart thumping against her chest as she watches you with what she’s sure are heart eyes.

Though she doesn’t remember the last time she cried, this really does feel fitting. She doesn’t remember ever knowing someone who treats her as nicely as you, so soft and gentle.

“You okay?” You ask with a groggy voice, eyes only half open but alert at her wet cheeks.

Cassie nods in reassuring, guiding your face back into her neck and squeezing you with strength. “Very okay.”

You press a kiss to her skin, not questioning her tears as if you know they’re not from sadness.

She settles that she could probably die happy right here, her sweet love right on her arms.

[skywalker-swift]

and one day taylor swift gave us 'the bolter' and somehow that was everything.

[twinxleaf]

:3

[catssluvr]

nothing like feeling so tired when it’s literally just tuesday