#please dont read

[kathyrealmstales]

Okay, it's late where I am, and I should be asleep, but instead, I'm posting this, with a tired brain, because my brain won't let me sleep, til I make this, so I'm sorry, I'm warning it's a long post.... Read if you want to go insane.

Anyways-

WHY THE HECK, DID I THINK OTHER FRANKIE COULD BREAK HIS CHAIR???

I was like, "oh haha! He is too big for his chair! Just look at him vs the baby chair!"

But then I realized-

I HAVE THE CHAIR AND I KNOW ITS WRONG!!!

Proof, this is my chair:

For the reasoning why I have it, the answer is, this was my chair from when I was 5 years old. I'm a kleptomaniac and so I kept it for I think 16 to 17 year, maybe more? (I can't do math right now-) either or, I have kept it... BECAUSE IT CANT BREAK!!!

I swear, this chair is so indestructible, I have used it as a stool, I have had really heavy stuff on it cuz I needed a surface, I have thrown stuff at it and it at things and both ways, the item was more damaged, then this bloody chair.

These chairs are so just-

There is no way, Other Frankie could break this chair, he could throw it into the incinerator and it would probs come out fine!!!

SO! For anyone else who thought like me, and was like, oh yeah, that chair would break because its so small and he is a giant robot, no he wouldn't, that chair would kill him before he destroyed it.

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So now art idea for me later.... Lucky beating Other Frankie up with one of these chairs.

Yay....

[isacksteban]

More — Strollini

The bedroom was dim and quiet when Luca woke, the only light on was the bedside table lamp that bathed the room in a soft, orangeish-golden glow. His head was pillowed in Lance's lap and his fingers were petting over his hair in a comforting, rhythmic motion, his hand blessedly cool when he smoothed it over his forehead. It would have been a nice way to wake up, Luca considered, if only he hadn’t felt so horrifically sick.

“It’s still snowing,” Lance whispered, instinctually knowing that his normal speaking voice would be too much for Luca's current state. 

“Mmm,” Luca hummed in brief agreement. The window curtains were partly opened so Lance could look out the dark window; the street lamps outside illuminated the fat snowflakes drifting through the air and collecting on the window sill in a white, fluffy pile. 

Luca weakly pushed himself up from his boyfriend’s lap and onto his elbow. Lance's hand gently moved down his head to rub little circles over his shoulder blade, lips ghosting over his temple.

“How are you feeling, mon amor?” 

He groaned in response as a wave of nausea rolled through him from simply sitting up. Breathing in and out, Luca tried to push down the sick feeling, but very quickly realised that it was a battle he wouldn’t win. The too-heavy blankets twisted around his legs as he attempted to hurry toward their bathroom, only for an arm around his shoulders to stop him. 

“Right here, amor,” Lance whispered, easily halting his efforts and reaching for the basin he’d placed there earlier that morning. “It’s alright.” 

Luca didn’t know how he possibly had anything else in his stomach at this point as he leaned over the basin and threw up once more. After heaving up little but water and bile, he spent several long minutes dry-heaving. Each round of heaving drove the dull headache that’d been plaguing him for the past three days to a searing pain straight through his skull, bringing tears to his eyes. 

Terrible chills racked sharply down his spine as Luca weakly spit into the basin, lowering himself back onto the bed. A pair of painful sneezes ripped their way out of him, jarring his head even more. Squeezing his eyes shut, he felt the hot tears leak down the side of his face and drip onto the pillow.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Lance soothed, placing the basin back on the floor beside their bed and sliding down to his knees so he was at Luca's eye level. He reached out a hand and cupped Luca's flushed cheek, brushing his fingers delicately along his boyfriend’s jawline. 

“I feel awful,” he rasped.

The combination of tears and his sore throat rendered his voice nearly inaudible, but Lance heard and planted a kiss on his blazing forehead, simply whispering, “I know.” 

Gathering the blankets closer, Luca took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Crying wasn’t going to make him feel better, he lectured himself. Four days ago, Lance dragged him to the doctor right away when he entered his office and found him near-faint at his desk. The IMF doctor had quickly diagnosed the Italian with the same flu that was affecting half of their friends — and that was partly Luca's own fault anyway since he was normally excellent about getting his flu shot every year. Still, he was so busy with work and training that he forgot. The doctor left him with strict orders to rest, take ibuprofen for the fever and body aches, and take the prescribed cough medicine as directed with the assurance he’d be back on his feet within a week. He was being silly, Luca told himself, to get so upset about a stuffed-up nose, a slight fever, and a little bit of nausea. 

But he was just so tired and sick. 

He swallowed down the sob that was crawling up his throat, squeezing his eyes shut against the pounding in his temples. 

“It’s all right, baby,” Lance soothed, “I’m right here, you’re going to be okay.” 

Luca blinked his eyes open to look at him. Dark circles were beginning to form underneath his eyes, but his expression was soft and gentle. Guilt gnawed at his insides, knowing he was the reason why his poor boyfriend looked so exhausted. He was already stressed with his own job, and Luca hated to add to his list of worries. 

A choked sob escaped his lips as he apologised in a strangled voice, “I’m sorry.” 

Lance's thumb gently brushed a tear off his cheek. “Why are you sorry?” 

“I’m keeping you up,” Luca croaked, hating how small his voice sounded. 

A smile tugged at Lance's lips and he shook his head. “How many times have you stayed up with me when I was sick? Or when any of us are injured?” 

But that was different, Luca wanted to argue. He was supposed to be the strong one; whether that be nurturing Lance back to help when he injured himself last year or helping out whenever one of his friends needed someone, ensuring that their little family was safe and protected. That was his job, and he adored doing it.

All Luca managed to convey of this was, “I’m not supposed to get sick.”

Lance's lips curled in a barely contained smirk as he let out a breathy laugh. 

Luca felt his own lips twitch into a smile despite his efforts not to. “Don’t laugh at me.” 

The bruntette's smile broadened. “I’m sorry.” 

“No, you’re not,” he sniffled, sounding like a petulant child. 

Lance winked and crawled under the blankets, pulling Luca into his arms. “You take such good care of everyone, mon cœur. Now it’s my turn to look after you and I’m very happy to do it.” 

A lump formed in Luca's throat, but he swallowed it down. “Grazie,” he whispered. "Grazie mille, Caro"

Lance tapped his nose fondly in reply, which made him laugh and then promptly triggered a coughing fit. 

“Easy, amor,” he remarked, rubbing his back until the fit passed. “No more laughing until you’re better.” 

Once the coughing settled, Luca snuggled against his boyfriend and let him wrap him into his capable arms, his head pillowed on Lance's chest. Maybe he was just imagining it, but his body seemed to ache less and his nose less stuffy as their limbs intertwined underneath the blankets. 

After a few quiet minutes, Lance asked, “Do you think you could manage another dose of meds?” 

Luca's stomach churned at the thought of the disgusting, cherry-flavoured cough syrup. He shook his head against Lance's chest once, firmly. 

“Could you at least try some water?” Lance asked again, a hint of a pleading tone bleeding into his voice. "Or I'll go get you a sprite."

Luca shook his head again, “Not yet.”

Sighing, Lance hugged him closer, if that was even possible. “You’re starting to worry me, chéri.” 

“I’m alright,” he croaked, pressing his lips to Lance's collarbone. He felt like a miserable, sure, and like a soggy, pathetic mess, but he didn’t think he was in any serious danger. 

Lance pressed his nose into Luca's hair, kissing the top of his head. “Get some sleep,” he whispered the instruction. 

Luca didn’t need to be told twice, snuggling closer to him with his head pillowed on Lance's chest. Combined with the feeling of his heartbeat under his ear and his grounding embrace, he drifted off in only a minute.

When Luca woke again, this time to early-morning daylight than snow, his nose was less stuffed up and his stomach felt blessedly settled, but he was sweating profusely and the sheets and pillows felt amp. Lance had fallen asleep beside him, arms still wrapped tightly around him and their limbs entangled. Pushing himself weakly against the mattress, Luca rolled on top of him and Lance grunted awake at the moment.

“What are you doing?” the blonde agent asked, his voice still raspy with sleep. 

“My side’s all sweaty,” Luca muttered, hooking his arm around his neck so he could roll Lance over with him. 

“So you’re leaving me with the sweaty side?” Lance asked, sounding more awake and with amusement now replacing the sleepiness. 

“Mhmmm,” Luca hummed.

Lance chuckled and even though he wasn’t quite awake yet, he still thought that the sound was the most beautiful one in the entire world.

“I think your fever broke,” he remarked, kissing his forehead. The thermometer was right on the nightstand, where it’d been the past couple of days, and yet, Luca preferred his way. 

“That’s good,” Luca sighed in acknowledgement, billowing his head on Lance's chest and hugging his boyfriend closer to him. The other man just let himself be used as a pillow, chuckling again and trailing his fingers down Luca's back. 

“Are you feeling better?” Lance asked.

Luca nodded against his chest. 

“Do you want anything?” he asked again. 

“No.”

“You want to go back to sleep?” 

“Mhm,” Luca hummed again in response. 

“All right, go back to sleep,” Lance whispered, his voice tender and affectionate. 

“Ti amo,” Luca muttered, his eyes closing on their own volition before he forced them open. 

Lance's hand stroked over his hair, which was damp from sweat. “Je t'aime aussi, Luca. More than you could ever know.” 

Luca wanted to respond, to tell him that he knew, because he loved him just as much, maybe even more. But his eyelids felt so heavy and talking seemed like just an awful lot of effort. Luca would tell him after he rested for a few moments, he promised himself.

He was snoring less than a minute later.

[sleepyz-circus]

Tw: ideation. Vent

I've already thought of overdosing myself more times than I can count. I just want to curl up and die. Cease to exist.

[i-am-the-gay-shit]

Roger Meddows Taylor is newly 16 and ready to go out and make a name of himself as a beginner witch. He must journey from home and settle in a completely new place as well as over come the obstacles thrown at him. Abiding by all the rules of magic, he will struggle with the option of keeping his powers or eventually letting them go.

New solo Maylor story I’m working on. Please read<3

[maknaes-and-hyungs]

Study Hard(Crack Version)

Pairing: Namjoon X Reader

Group: BTS

Genre: angst, fluff, Crack au

Description:Y/N needed help getting her grade up, so she kidnaps biggest boyband leader Kim Namjoon??? Hilarity ensues 🤪 (Renfox)

**Warning: Kidnapping is contained in this**

Note: A normal version will be coming when idk and im sorry that after 3 months this is what i’m posting. It’s not my usual style or thing but um i guess enjoy~Rin

“Oh shit ya girl got a 69!!!!!!!!”You walked into the common room of your dorm and dabbed aggressively as your roommates all silently prayed for your health. One of them, your best friend, slapped you in the back of the head and you fell face first into the floor.

“Dumbass. If you fail this class you’ll be behind on credits which means no more soccer even if it’s just pick up and you won’t be able to be keeper.”

“I’m already a keeper,uwu!” You did a peace sign over your eye and avoided the pillows thrown at you as you went into your room. As much as you joked you knew she was right and you had to do something. Of course it wouldn’t be studying more that hadn’t worked so far. If you’re roommates weren’t as dumb as you maybe you could get help, but alas you guys were the dumb ass squad.

You put your phone on the charger and started playing BTS from your computer. Namjoon’s solo reflection came on and you instantly knew what to do. He was supposed to be smart right, why not just kidnap him? There was a fansign today only one block away where you worked and you could probably get in easily.

“Alright well what bad can come of this?”You quickly changed into uniform and made sure to cover up with a long coat. It was normal for you to show up on your days off cause you always forgot one thing or another so your co-worker watching the door, to keep out waiting fans, let you in without question.

Whenever talent was doing a fansign or whatever they always stayed in the backroom before heading out. Before going in there you ditched your coat in the staff room and put on a serious, what you would describe as a work like look and strode in. All 7 members looked up to you and you had to catch yourself from accidentally saying fuck me.

“Hello. Your manager says he needs to talk with um...Namjoon I think it was?”You scratched the back of your head as if you were embarrassed to not who they were. The leader looked surprised but set down his phone, thank god, agreed to follow you. However you told him his manager had went out back to get more privacy and you led him to the rear exterior door.

You didn’t know what you were thinking when you had rushed into this whole thing without a plan more defined then just kidnap. You sure as hell weren’t strong enough to knock him out and you hadn’t even grabbed anything heavy to do that with. So you did the next worst thing, you stepped out with him letting the door shut behind you and blurted out the stupidest shit ever.

“I PEED MYSELF!”Namjoon slowly turned to you with a look that could only be described as what the fuck.

“I-I’m sorry?”

“It happened after we left the backroom. I haven’t had a break all day and thought I was gonna be okay. I was gonna take you to your manager but I didn’t want anyone to see me like this.” Your hands flew to your crotch as you covered up the lack of a wet patch and he looked before realizing what you were doing and his eyes snapped back to yours.

“I’d give you my jacket, but its back in the room. Just let me get it and-”He tugged on the door handle but it just clanged loudly without budging, it had locked.”Do you have keys?”

“Only managers have keys and I’m just a regular old employee.” Thank god those thugs had been hanging out back here again. The manager had decided to lock the back doors to make sure they wouldn’t try getting in that way.

“Okay well we can just go around front-”

“The fans are out there and I don’t know if you realize but I can’t be your bodyguard. I live a block away if you’ll escort me I can get changed and give you a disguise to get back in.”

“Why don’t I just call one of the guys to come get us? Except your problem and...okay lets go lead the way.”Thank god he was such a considerate human being or else you were about to be fucked to kingdom come. Thankfully you had about five minutes to figure out how you were gonna keep him at your dorm long enough to help you get smart.

Just as you were coming upon your door an epiphany hit you. Last october your friend had went as a sexy cop and she had borrowed her dads real handcuffs. Of course she lost them and got in big trouble, but what no one knew was that you had found them stuffed inside your peanut butter jar in your room. Since they had already been written off and it wouldn’t help her out you kept them cause why not.

“I have roommates who are big bts fans so we need to be quiet.”Not to mention this is technically a kidnapping so wouldn’t want to wake him up.You laughed to yourself at the terrible joke and opened your front door slowly. The coast seemed clear so the both of you crept in.

Your room was the first on to the left, but you had to access it thorough the lounge which was the hub. Sadly the lounge never seemed to be empty unless it was 3 am and it was currently around 11 am. Thankfully it was your roommate you all called bitty. She was the laziest out of all of you and wouldn’t move even if the whole building was burning. Unless there were hot wings, then nothing could stop the ravenous monster she turned into.

“OMG IS THAT MY HOT WINGS!!!”Bitty jumped up on the couch and turned around and got into a pounce ready stance. In your panic all you could do was rip Namjoons glasses of his face and through them into the open bathroom door. You heard a plop, oh well shit happens.

“Hey biterino.”

“Never call me that again. Also who is that?”Like you said, dumbass squad,”Oh this is just scott.”

“I thought he looked familiar but I guess not,” Dumbass.Squad. With that over you thought you were safe until another roommate of yours,charlie, walked in from the kitchen. This time you were in front of your door and you shoved Namjoon inside not caring for his safety.

“Y/N tell Bitty to share the couch.”

“Just pee on her and assert your dominance. We have talked about this so many times why don’t you just do it.” The death glare you received let you know you weren’t wanted and you were finally able to escape into your room. Namjoon stood in the center awkwardly looking around at everything.

“You can sit over here.” As Namjoon followed you to the chair you reached in your drawer and pulled out the handcuffs. Within a second you had his arm connected to the chair and he wasn’t going anywhere.

“What the hell? You’re a saseng aren’t you? You don’t even have a stain on your pants. Please don’t hurt me-”

“No I’m just stupid when it comes to computer sciences and your smart so I thought if I kidnapped you that you could tutor me.”

“I DON’T KNOW SHIT ABOUT CODING!!!!!!!” You rolled your eyes and grabbed an extra chair near your dresser along with your back pack.

“So? You’re smart and can teach me how to be productive. Also I gotta week before my exam and I need to raise my grade to a C. I gotta 69″ You wiggled your eyebrows at him not reading the situation at all. You had just kidnapped a man who was a celebrity and was always being threatened by crazy fans. Still 69 was a sex number and you were legally obligated to make a joke or a face whenever it was said.

“If I help you can you let me go? All I can do is give you study strategies I hope that’s enough.”

“I don’t know where the key to these are but I have a blowtorch in my underwear drawer so I guess I can let you go.” A few moments went by where you blankly stared at Namjoon and he looked like he was about to hemorrhage from sheer confusion,” Oh why do I have one of those? Well I needed to cook grilled cheese and I was using my pan as a trap in the cleaning supply closet. And well no one besides me ever cleans so it took a while for it to be set off.”

“You hit one of your roommates with a pan?”

“No. I forgot I put it there and I needed to clean up a spill in the kitchen. I was in the hospital for a couple of days, but now I am up one blowtorch so you tell me who really lost here.”

“Y-you?”

“Anyways lets get back to the matter at hand. Me getting a good grade in computer sciences. I’m usually smart and get A’s but I we took a quick break and I found this site where a killer whale follows your mouse,”Namjoon nodded slowly really not following where the story was going,”so I’ve spent the entire semester trying to get it to dance various kpop dances and rating them based on viability. I have a whole spreadsheet with various graphs, points of data, a code that predicts success rate and a comprehensive-”

“You did that all for a stupid whale but you cant get a passing grade.” You nodded and he groaned loudly wishing he could be anywhere but here, “Okay I am gonna show you how to study and maybe apply this whale thing to your class since you can’t seem to get past it.” You went for a celebratory fist bump and he reluctantly did it before getting started.

You actually started to get somewhere and could see why he was so smart. Hours passed and you both forgot that he had even been kidnapped. It took so long that you went to get snacks and found the key in the silverware drawer so you released Namjoon when you got back. He didn’t leave though instead continuing to tutor you.

“Okay so if you keep your colors limited and leave spaces for later you can test yourself later.”

“Why would I test myself when I already am tested in class.”

“I want to strangle you.”

“Go ahead daddy.”You smirked at him and he let his head drop onto the desk with a thud that told you it had hurt,”Damn can you hit me like that?”

Namjoon started to raise his head to, presumably, murder you when another one of your roommates threw open the door,”This bitch empty yeet.” and proceeded to throw herself down on your bed. In the background you heard someone haw and no investigation was needed to figure out who that was.

“How do you live here and get grades higher than 5 like-”

“Wait isn’t that...does Tabbs know that namjoon is in your room.”Harmony stared eerily quiet as you said nothing for a few seconds.

“Um...This is scott. He has aids and really has to go.” You pulled namjoon up and pushed him out of your dorm and down the stairs. Hopefully he wouldn’t call the police.(im sorry i rushed this ik its bad)

For: @sableaura @harmony991721 @hopeless-reckless-but-so-lovable @charlie-hatsune @kawaii-ing

[glitter-tornado]

//Have you ever felt like everything you ever say or do to someone you just met is the absolute wrong thing and that their always judging you? Because I feel like that a lot. It’s hard to explain, but I need to get it out. I’ve been medicated for my anxiety for months now, but now my anxiety is feeding into my self doubt and self loathing and such.

Part of the problem, I think, is that at college I had friends to go to every dinner time. They were good friends and I had a great room mate too. But now those friends are in a different city and I’m trying to make friends here, but I’m so bad at keeping in touch. And I’m an introvert, so I like being at home. And no one contacts me first. And I feel like I’m not making other meaningful connections. ANd one that I did make I feel like I somehow ruined, but I don’t know how. And I want it back. But what if she doesn’t want me back?

And now I have my first full time job. At the humane society, which is great. But we just switched rooms and I had to get one of the biggest rooms, plus one of the smallest rooms, plus I was supposed to help clean the Isolation room. But I was so busy that first day we shifted with the first two rooms that I couldn’t help. Then the next day the same thing happened. And one of my co-workers seemed pretty irritated about it. I didn’t mean to be late!! And then the next day I did better! I was at least able to feed and re-feed the isolation room, but I wasn’t able to help clean again. And I felt so bad. And that morning I tried to talk to my co-worker about it and she said that she felt it wasn’t fair that I left her to do Iso, again I didn’t mean to. I don’t know why I was so slow that day. I’ve been trying to get faster.

And I feel like every time I open my gosh darn mouth that I say something wrong. Or I try to smooth it over and I just say something awkward. Or I don’t say anything at all. My boss says it’s okay if I’m a little slow, but I want to be part of a team.

I’m sure part of this is me over thinking it. Which isn’t helping. I just wish I could relax more. I dunno. I hope no one reads this. This is pathetic.

[thinkinpoink]

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Legit dont read im just venting

So my partner i had a discussion turned screaming match/fight, now we are on a 24 hr break and tomorrow I text them to say either we go to couples therapy or we arent going ng to be a couple anymore. Im so tired and they just dont get the thi ng s that they do are toxic. Literally at the end we were just sitting in silence and they say that I shouldnt expect them to go to work this week cause they just cant with all this emotional upheaval going on, and I just say 'thats not my problem'. They had the audacity to look shocked and hurt at that like, bro do you not see how toxic that is? Thats literally emontional manipulation to make me feel bad . I cant say anything more right now but im so done

[thinkinpoink]

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Legit dont read im just venting

So my partner i had a discussion turned screaming match/fight, now we are on a 24 hr break and tomorrow I text them to say either we go to couples therapy or we arent going ng to be a couple anymore. Im so tired and they just dont get the thi ng s that they do are toxic. Literally at the end we were just sitting in silence and they say that I shouldnt expect them to go to work this week cause they just cant with all this emotional upheaval going on, and I just say 'thats not my problem'. They had the audacity to look shocked and hurt at that like, bro do you not see how toxic that is? Thats literally emontional manipulation to make me feel bad . I cant say anything more right now but im so done