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to all of you

[strangeinternetnut]

i hate being ignored by my friends. Wish i never know what it feels like. When it happens once or twice i try to ignore it. But when it happens again and again i feel like i’m worthless yk? There must be something wrong with me if it keeps happening

[leighlew3]

ALL. OF. THIS.

[strangeinternetnut]

i don’t know what to say

username is from my tt and insta

[strangeinternetnut]

it’s summer sooo it’s fear street time!!! 😋

(it’s off beat😭)

[strangeinternetnut]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH TO EVERYONE OUT THERE!!! 🏳️‍🌈

I myself live in a homophonic country. And basically I’m illegal in my own home. It’s sad and scary but it’s never gonna change who i am. So every queer person out there who’s scared, confused and maybe angry. You are not alone. Everything is going to be okay.

[strangeinternetnut]

it’s really basic and bad 😭😭😭

and it’s the third video i’ve the last two days wowzer!

[strangeinternetnut]

finally did it!!! wanted to make this for so long omg

(username is from my insta and tiktok)

[t3ktic]

max caulfield, the girl who waited so long to text back that the guilt calcified into silence. max caulfield, who left arcadia bay and spent YEARS carrying chloe around like a ghost in her chest. max caulfield, who freezes when emotions get too big because what if she says the wrong thing? what if she hurts people worse? what if it’s already too late?

and then the universe itself tells her:

you must let chloe go.

and for the first time in her entire life max says no.

because max could leave chloe once.

accidentally. fearfully. silently.

but she could never survive doing it twice.

[sock-is-cool]

I hate whenever I go to check on fics for a character and it's all smut, like they are more then that

[hellsofhearts]

okay fine! you caught me! I'm soft!

I just want someone who truly loves me to hold me close. to have my face buried in the dip of their neck while their hand holds the back of my head. their other hand rubbing slow circles on my lower back cooing in my ear

"It's okay baby, it's all gonna be okay." "You're safe."

and the feeling of their warm skin against mine.

[ilikepjo24]

Hot take: If Jayvik adopted Powder, Viktor would absolutely not be the strict dad. Out of the fics I've read, I noticed the trend of "Viktor is the responsible parent, Jayce won't be able to resist Powder's puppy eyes," No. You're incorrect

Viktor grew up in the Undercity, he'll have tolerance for Powder's antics. She'd walk around alone at night in Piltover and he'd be fine with it because if she can walk through the streets of Zaun and not die, she'll be just fine in Piltover by night. He's fine with her cooking up dangerous things in the lab, because he did the same thing at her age. He doesn't mind her manners because hey, at least she's not picking fights or stabbing people, she's fairly tame for s trencher kid, so she'll be fine.

Jayce grew up as part of the upper-middle class of Piltover, then started working for Piltover's elite. He probably thinks overcooked toast is a health hazard. He doesn't want Powder messing around in the lab by herself because what if she gets hurt and accidentally cuts herself with a piece of metal and gets tetanus. She hasn't had any of her shots. The common cold could kill her! She sneezes and Jayce has a panic attack. She says something out of pocket to Caitlyn and Jayce is like "Pow, you can't say that, that's my boss' daughter!"

Viktor is not the overprotective, overbearing dad. Jayce is.

Thus proven.

[s0ftice-cream]

Feeling like a niche tumblr celebrity

[strangeinternetnut]

this song suits her so perfectly

And i posted this on tiktok and insta a weak ago or something, so why not here too ( ◠‿◠ )

[cassiopppeia]

my first art

[strangeinternetnut]

Taking care of you

Pairings: Natalie Scatorccio x fem! reader

Summary: You got sick and miss your home.

Warnings: Sick reader, there isn’t much thought, established relationship, i forgot how to write, english is not my first language so there will be mistakes. No AI used. F*ck that shit!

Word count: 877

Note: Oh my gosh i haven’t written anything for a couple of months. And it’s bad sooo…

Back home being sick meant being taken care of, a break from school and basically getting spoiled. It was kinda cool, well not including the part that you felt horrible, weak, tired and taking like million medication your mom insisted on.

You would get to stay home under the warm blanket and with your mother fussing over you. She would make you black tea with 2 slices of lemon and one spoon of sugar. Maybe even add a little bit of honey if you were feeling too sick.

She would’ve change your clothes if it’s needed, brush your hair out of your face. And you used to feel like the most loved person in the world.

So when you wake up with a headache and sore throat you stupidly waited for your mother’s voice and hands. You even waited for her complains about how the other day you were dressed lightly and that she saw this coming.

You waited for her to check your temperature with her hands on your forehead. And you waited for her to make you take your medicine.

But none of this was gonna happen. Because she wasn’t here. No one was.

Nobody to take care of you.

Nobody to save you. To save everyone.

So this time you woke up to the girls voices. You heard Lotties prayer group, Misty and Crystal singing some familiar song, Tai and Vans muffled voices.

Letting out a small sigh you opened your eyes. You felt like you were run over by a car.

“Hey sleeping beauty! Thank you for finally deciding to wake up.” Mari said with a tease.

If you weren’t in your state right now you would’ve said something in return.

But you couldn’t.

Without any help from girls, not like someone offered you some help, you begin to stand up.

At least tried to.

After what feels like a century you finally succeeded.

Without any medication or real food all you had was hot water. And your own company.

Some of the girls turned their heads to you but said nothing. You looked really bad.

But nobody wants to risk their lives and get sick.

After your breakfast, which was water, you returned to your sleeping spot. Without nothing to do you watched others for a while. Van and Tai playing cards at the table. Mari, Gen, Lottie and few others were talking quietly. Coach Ben was probably in the bedroom doing god knows what. It’s not like he had lots of options.

Only people that were missing are Travis and Natalie.

You know that they were out there, risking their lives outside in cold trying to find food for everyone.

But as you felt yourself getting worse you selfishly wished for her to be here with you.

****

When Natalie and Travis finally returned without anything, you were out sold.

You were curled up in your spot, arms wrapped around yourself, nose runny, sweat covering your skin, shiver running through your body.

First thing Nat noticed was you, not disappointed eyes of other girls.

Making her way through everyone she sank down beside you.

“Hey… what’s wrong?” she said as softly as she could.

All she got as an answer was some mumbling she couldn’t understand. With the back of her palm she touched your forehead.

“Jesus fucking christ”

Taking off her jacket and covering you with it hoping it will help you with shivering, she turned her head to others.

“You guys haven’t checked on her?”

Everyone got quiet bot knowing how to handle this.

“She is sick. She shouldn’t even be in the same room with us. We could all get sick. Especially Shauna here. I’m not gonna die because of her.” Mari said with her usual “I’m gonna say what others can’t” voice.

“Well then maybe you should’ve helped her!” Natalie was irritated and angry.

“If you need it then you do it.”

Throwing one more glance at you she stood up. She needs to help you.

She found some towel in one of the cabinets in kitchen, filled a small bowl with crystal clean snow and she was back next to you.

“You can take the bedroom Natalie.” said Ben from his spot near the fireplace.

Without wasting any minute she slipped her right arm under your back and her left arm under your knees. Carrying you wasn’t that hard, considering your living conditions here.

As she gently placed you in the bed you stirred from your sleep but didn’t wake up.

She wasn’t sure if it’s a good thing or bad thing.

Using water from snow she dumped her towel in it, then placed cold and damp towel on your forehead. It breaks her heart seeing you like that and not being able to help.

Then she did what you used to do to her when she would get sick back home.

Laying down next to you and playing with your hair, giving you some kind of massage.

In your barely conscious state you felt her hands, heard her soft voice whispering something in your ear.

Yes, you weren’t technically home, didn’t have your mother to take care of you, no medicine to take.

But you did have her.

And you felt like you were finally home.

[thearchercry]

[herbluefire]

oh to have a rich girlfriend