[th3pumpkinqween-blog]

I think I'm done writing. Not just in roleplay but as a whole. I'm done begging for consistency just to be told over and over and over, "I'm going through a lot." "I'm tired." "I don't have any motivation." For literally months and months. I may sound insensitive but I can only hear that so many times before I stop believing you.

I don't know what I do wrong. What I did wrong. I am nothing but understanding a majority of the time and I've started to notice that people take advantage of that. People go through stuff. I get it. Writer's block is a real thing, I get it. However it's different when your talking and writing and interacting with everyone else just not a certain person. You may think they don't notice but they do.

I'm tired of being used. I'm tired of my kindness and empathy being taken advantage of. I'm tired of being excited when no one esle is. I'm done.

I'm done. Just completely done.

[awriterfaraway]

Writer core:

3pm: "Who the fuck wrote this shit? It's me? I fucking knew I sucked at this. Nobody would even buy this for free. "

3am: "GOD! I'M THE BEST WRITER IN THE WORLD. I am literally the hidden gem of literature. Stephen King who?! "

[tv-and-movie-quotes]

Motherland: Fort Salem (2020–2022)

[missmargomuse616]

@norvstforthvwickvd

[norvstforthvwickvd-blog]

I can see this happening whenever Bo's had to go undercover for a whole and finally returned home to Margo haha!

[norvstforthvwickvd-blog]

" Are you new around here? " ( ellijah )

"Uh, yeah, I guess you could say that. It's my first time in New York and I didn't expect everyone to be so...blunt." The word rolled off her tongue like an insult, despite that not being what she meant.

@missmargomuse616

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Captain Flint (via letsbeloneytogetherr)

[xosiren]

Sabrina Carpenter 2025 Tour Outfits

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— william wordsworth (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles as Mark Meachum COUNTDOWN (2025) | 1.04 – “Bite 'Em Down”

[norvstforthvwickvd-blog]

He's so pretty I want to cry

[norvstforthvwickvd-blog]

There is not shit to celebrate when millions of people, children included, are going to lose basic human rights. There is nothing to celebrate when ICE is actively kidnapping legal citizens. There is nothing to celebrate when a woman, a DECEASED woman, was still forced to carry a fetus and then they cut it from her DECOMPOSING BODY.

The 🍊 is on a power trip. If you do celebrate today and it's for the right reasons, those reasons being one day that this country won't be run by old white men who don't give a damn about anyone but themselves and the people who look like them, I hope you have a wonderful day surrounded by the people you love and who love you.

If you're celebrating because you are actively choosing to ignore the things that are happening because it isn't effecting you, YET. I really hope you don't think that just because you voted for T, that you're exempt from his bullshit, then I hope you have the day you deserve.

[losthavenmine]

Jensen Ackles as Mark Meachum || Countdown - Happy Birthday Final (1.03)

[norvstforthvwickvd-blog]

Bo would have so much fun with Mark Meachum. In more than one way.

[norvstforthvwickvd-blog]

Bo had to smirk at his response. It was always the ones who thought they hid their problems well that always got angry when someone like her was able to see right through it. Analyzing people was what she did for a living, and Tom was probably the easiest person she's ever figured out. "No," she said simply, "I can't fix you, Tom, as much as I wish that I could and maybe you too." Her shoulder pressed against the frame of the door, her arms crossed as she eyed him in the chair. "And I know those pills don't help. Not like they used to, anyway, right?"

@exxcrucior

[norvstforthvwickvd-blog]

Bo pushed off the doorframe and took the seat across from, her arms still crossed, mirroring the way he was sitting. "I think you need a different psychologist and psychiatrist. If whatever they're giving you isn't helping, or has stopped helping, maybe you need a second opinion. Or third or fourth, I'm not sure how many you've seen." Ever since they got kidnapped and tortured together, they had surprisingly stayed in touch. It was a miracle they both made it out of that house alive.

@exxcrucior

[norvstforthvwickvd-blog]

Plotted|Closed Starter for @furiousdinosaurdestiny

Living near the water had its ups and downs. On the upside, beautiful sunsets and sunrises. A nice breeze would come off the water during really hot days. You were able to take a dive off the dock during the summer or simply enjoy the landscape by the shore.

The downside was the storms. They were more like monsoons—high, violent winds, rain, and sometimes hail. It wasn't something you got used to very quickly. It was definitely an adjustment. Today, however, something weird was coming off the mountains: a thick mist sitting and floating on top of the water. Regardless, Paige didn't have time to worry about it. Her mother needed groceries, and her window patched up; a tree branch had come straight through it.

"Really wish you would just let the maintenance guys come and fix it," Jane, her mother, pleaded with her daughter from her wheelchair. Her live-in nurse, Fatima, was there helping Paige with the cleanup. "Oh, please, Mother. This would be so much faster. Let me run into town, get a tarp, and some duct tape, just in case they don't make it around to us today." So, Paige set off after kissing her mother goodbye and telling Fatima she would be right back.

The grocery store was absolutely packed. Power was still out, so more people were panicking, even those who didn't carry cash or a checkbook. Paige made her way to the home improvement aisle, grabbing a roll of duct tape and a large tarp. Not paying attention as she scanned the shelves for what else she needed, she accidentally bumped into someone. "Oh, god, I'm so sorry; excuse me," she said, laughing it off as she looked at the man she had bumped into.

[norvstforthvwickvd-blog]

She playfully stuck her tongue out at him when he laughed at her for cringing. Paige wasn't much of a drinker; it just wasn't her thing, but at times like this, it wasn't something she dwelled on too much. "Well, thank you." She giggles quietly. Her own eyes scanned over the store, seeing more familier faces. Even Missus Harrison. Holy Harrison as people called her. She carried around a Bible and claimed everything that happened was God's Will no matter what it was. Even the smallest of things. Like someone killing a fly all the way to a pet getting hit by a car.

She took the bottle back from Dean, a warm smile on her face. "You're sweet." She says. "Don't meet a lot of stranger willing to help out with no pay. Even though I will pay you for fixing it." It would be wrong not to. Manual labor wasn't an easy job. And this was a busted window.

@furiousdinosaurdestiny

[exxcrucior]

&& ❝ look at me. ❞ (from paige)

&& just like that the ghosts of his past reached him at last, coming back to life  from that bleak place concealed deep inside him. as usual, tom had been a dick to @norvstforthvwickvd who wanted nothing more than to aid him, so, of course they had fought — again. that was all there was to their complex relationship; peace didn't seem to be an option. but there was something in the way her palms took hold of soft, freckled cheeks, cradling his face like you would with a hurting child, that made him weak in the knees. a sudden, uninvited gesture in the heat of the moment . . . tom hated it --despised feeling like this, especially because it was her. must've been the wounded part of himself attempting to break free. one can only endure so much before crumbling.

so there he was, exhaling a quivering breath he hadn't even realized he was holding, brows knitted over his forehead && the fire in his eyes half lidded. hand reached out to grasp her wrist --most likely to push her away-- but his body couldn't seem to follow. grip tightened around tan skin, holding the latter in place, but that was about it. chapped lips sealed in a thin line to stop the trembling. he wanted to scream, let me go,  but instead, he stifled a barely audible murmur. ❝ . . . don't. ❞

[norvstforthvwickvd-blog]

Paige's heart pounded against her chest, the sheer force making it so you could almost hear it if you listened close enough. It wasn't out of fear. Tom hadn't ever hurt her before. Still didn't mean he wouldn't if he really wanted to. Maybe it was because she was expecting him to this time. Expecting him to shove her away, hit her, something. She could always see the way his hands shook with adrenaline whenever they got into an argument, but he hadn't raised them to her.

His grip was tight in her wrist, not enough to hurt, but enough to keep her in place. "Don't what?" She whispered.

@exxcrucior

[norvstforthvwickvd-blog]

Cont.

She looked up briefly at him before taking the pills and water. Astrid called Dean the gruff one, just due to his voice and general demeanor—a playboy with a tough shell and a heart of gold. She used to hunt those down, too, when she got bored. They were a lot more fun to play with. "Thanks."

Astrid opened the water bottle after putting the pills in her mouth. She took a quick sip to swallow them. She shook her head in response to his question about whether she was hungry.

Surely, she would be at some point. She currently had on an old white t-shirt that Sam had covered her with during the ritual. "Yeah, I think that might be a good idea." She moved to stand from the bed, slowly and on wobbly legs.

@unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men

[norvstforthvwickvd-blog]

Her eyes lit up at the mention of people watching. At least this way she can observe how women act. If she took after Dean and Sam, she might look a little strange. They entered the diner, the smell of food making her stomach growl more and she giggled, covering it with her hands. "That feels so weird." She tells Dean as they sit down in a bright red booth. A tiny version of what she remembered to be a jukebox sat against the window. Looked like you could play whatever song you wanted.

@unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men

[norvstforthvwickvd-blog]

❝ i never know whether you're insulting me or not. ❞ / to andie.

"Alwyas assume the former unless stated otherwise." Andie says, a shrug of her shoulder and a giggle following soon after. She sat a top a black painted ledge that stuck out from the bar wall, a cigarette in her hand. Smoke swirled between them "Haven't seen you around here in a while. Thought you had packed up and left."

@exxcrucior

[held-heart]

❝ sorry, what was your name again? ❞ (From Stormi to Kate Beckett)

"I'm Kate," the matchmaker went on to reply then looking back at the other woman. "It's okay. Trust me, I've been there. I meet tons of people at work often daily. So it happens."

[norvstforthvwickvd-blog]

"No, I just misheard you the first time. I thought you said Kat." Stormi chuckles. "I'm Stormi. And I don't work here actually, I was just admiring the book you had and I wanted to ask you about it."

@held-heart

[held-heart]

"I can handle it myself." (From Andrea to Declan)

"Alright," the contractor went on to remark next giving in to the woman. "Do as you like. I was only offering...trying to help you. Nothing more." Declan tried to tell her next.

[norvstforthvwickvd-blog]

Andie sighed then, punching the bridge of her nose. She was snapping at literally everyone today. Hell, even her pets who did absolutely nothing wrong and now this guy who was just being kind. "I'm sorry. I'm just- I'm having a day and it keeps getting more overwhelming and busy as it progresses. It's starting to get to me." She took a breath then and finally looked at him. "I would like your help, thank you."

@held-heart