#pettyaf

[pettygirlsguidetopetty]

When they act like you are the bad guy so you become one . . .

Mix pettiness and spite and you get a villain, Captain Petty

[shitpostingisanaesthetic]

I’m one of those people that if a child sasses me, I will sass that child back. 

e.g. My little cousin: “who are you?” (she knew who i was) 

Me: “I’m your cousin.” 

Her: “I didn’t know you existed,” *insert dirty look*

Me, like any rational adult talking to an 8 year old, sipping on a large glass of moscato: “Neither did I, babes.” 

[peachesandpetrol]

Writing Challenge No 1.

Revisiting old fanfic concepts. ADOPTED Sibling relationship between Daryl Dixon and self insert OC (it’s purely platonic)

gif is not mine :)

Tw: deer hunting, animal death

You’re only ever keenly aware of your actual age when it suddenly becomes the for fronted center of attention. When arbitrary actions become a strenuous task, like carrying a deer back to camp. Rick or any of the others would’ve had no problem carrying this deer back to camp, but you find yourself limited in capabilities as a result of your small size. Was it malnutrition? Probably, even before the fallout everyone would’ve described you as frail.

But where were they now? Your curiosity replaced itself with pity - watching the last bit of life drain from the deers eyes. Starlight carried away into some distant land - away from the silence. You’d gotten lucky. Lucky Daryl Dixon hadn’t put an arrow between your eyes, lucky they took pity on kids. Part of you wondered if they’d still pity you if they knew what you were capable of.

Your grandfather had taught you the basics before finding yourself in that poor excuse of a community center - taught you the feeling of being at home with your finger on the trigger like a master of your own destiny. A clean kill thankfully-

“Try not to have it bleeding out next time,” Rumbled Daryls voice from behind you that made you keenly aware of the poor aim you’d had. A neck shot, not ideal, but better than losing the catch.

“At least I took the shot,” You challenge, eyes narrowed as you study the face of a man who never really liked children to begin with, but tolerated you none the less. There was a mutual respect of staying the fuck out of each others way. Eventually he grows tired of the unprecedented staring contest, and grabs the deer, slinging it over his shoulder without a second thought.

A/N: hey everyone! Kind of new to the writing scene on tumblr :3 but I’ve been an active writer myself since I was about 11 years old. I’ve decided to use my blog as a bit of an outlet and maybe get feedback. All constructive criticism is appreciated especially when it comes to grammar! (I’m so bad) hate comments or just general negativity will be ignored/deleted. Thank you :3

[dblohginger]

Reporting my boyfriends photos if he’s hotter than me >>>>>

[satansphatass]

How about some fluffy Wilbur? Just let your imagination go wild, your writing is awesome btw :) very pog

WOOO #APPRECIATION?!?!

I’m sorry this is legit the plot to every fluff story ever

This won’t be great because I’m a bit of an angsty boi😈 🥀🥶🔪

Warmth - Wilbur Soot

Trigger warnings: none

Fluff

Summary: cretin gives affection

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Y/n slowly slid from the sofa to the floor, hoping to get some attention from Wilbur. Maybe if he heard their body drop to the floor, he would finally come and see them. He had hardly spoken to them today as he was busy with work, he had been streaming for the past two hours and they were starting to get a migraine from the mass amount of screaming coming from his room.

Why did mcc have to be so long?

Clearly he hadn’t heard them drop to the floor, either that or he didn’t care 🙄✋

They craved affection so badly. His hoodie that absolutely drowned them could only provide so much warmth. They stood up to go get some painkillers and make a hot chocolate in their little kitchen, making sure to put extra whipped cream and marshmallows so that there was none left for Wilbur 😌

They checked his stream as it was hopefully coming to an end, his eye bags speaking measures. Unfortunately his team hadn’t won mcc but they still came in the top 10. 🤠👍 good job will.

Peeking out from their cocoon of blankets they saw a very tired Wilbur come out from his streaming room. He immediately perked up at the the sight of them swaddled up with a cup of hot chocolate. He rushed over and flopped onto the sofa, leaning into their side.

Y/n weaved their fingers into his long fluffy hair, gently massaging his scalp, causing him to shut his eyes in contentment.

“How you feeling?”

“Got a headache,” he responded, “Tommy’s so loud.”

Tommy did have a tendency to give people headaches, unfortunately they’d had the misfortune of being introduced to him while he was in a very hyper mood.

They shuddered at the thought. 😔

Hoping to take their mug out to the kitchen, they removed their fingers from his hair and slowly stood up. Their efforts were quickly thwarted when Wilbur dragged them back with his long ass arms.

“Stay pls.”

How could they resist this stupid bastards puppy dog eyes?

They placed the mug back down and cuddled up to his side and he instantly wrapped them up in his body heat, their forehead leaning against his chest. Even after knowing each other for so long his heart was still pounding a mile a minute.

They still had it. 😌✋

Both fell asleep with the sound of gentle breathing and the vibration of each other’s loud as balls heart.

sorry this is shit lmao I was speed running writing while sleep deprived again so if it doesn’t make sense just shhhhhh

I think I spoiled it in the end there - got too sappy for my lonely ass.🧍‍♂️🤠

[stupidty-with-a-blog]

I’m glad I can’t hack into smoke alarms because the amount of petty I could release would be unbelievable

[madartz15]

One of these days I'm going to be really petty and just stitch the holes of all the shirts someone owns so they can't put them on and them be confused for 10 seconds about why they can't put their shirt on.

[pettygirlsguidetopetty]

When people you told to stop talking to you reach out . . .