I SWEAR TO GOD I AM GOING TO SOUND LIKE SUCH A FUCKING ASSHOLE RIGHT NOW BRO BUT I AM AT THE END OF MY FUCKING ROPE AND HAVING A PANIC ATTACK
So this man who talked to me for an hour and a half when I was selling things outside and was trying to convince me that I should let him bring a stump to my "studio" that I dont have
And I politely told him I couldn't afford to do that
So since then he has fucking emailed my professor
AND now he has joined the art club discord and left this. Which not only contains my name AND pics of me
BUT ALSO IM THE ONLY FUCKING PERSON THERE WHO DOES WOODBURNING
I am so fucking embarrassed right now jfc
FUCKING ALSO: MY PRONOUNS ARE HE / HIM AND MY NAME IS SPELLED WITH A FUCKING Y I LITERALLY SIGNED WHAT HE BOUGHT BRO IT WAS NOT WORTH THE 3 DOLLARS FOR ALL OF THIS
Im crying and hurting so. Take this aggressive fluff.
Your boyfriend broke up with you weeks ago, and you hadn't sleep well whatsoever recently. You'd sleep, wake up anywhere from 4-6:30 in the morning, then get all anxious and upset and somehow startle awake in a way.
Now, someone texted you about two hours ago from a random number. You'd been so tired, emotionally, physically. You couldn't keep up with anything and you were always anxious and it made you not eat unless you were home. You'd shrunken in on yourself, hood up head down, get through the last week of college before your transfer.
You were struggling, you felt like you were drowning everyday. Going back to your text, it read, "I see you. I see how bad it is. Let me in. Don't look at me, and I promise I will make it better."
Against your better judgment, you left the door unlocked. You were so desperate for sleep and comfort, that you just needed this to work. You heard footsteps in your house and you unsurprisingly didn't get a surge of anxiety. You physically couldn't anymore, be anymore anxious that was.
He knocked on your bedroom door and spoke. "C'mon. Close your eyes. Then I'll come in." His voice was deep, rough, comforting. It felt safe and warm. You closed your eyes. "T..They're closed.." Your voice was timid, but you hadn't been speaking much to anyone ontop of being so anxious.
Your door opened and he sat beside you on the bed. Then, like he knew your room like the back of your head and like he owned the place, he laid down on your bed. He pulled you down onto his chest. He was warm, his heart beat soothing. Safe.
He pulled the blanket, your special favorite comforting one, onto both of you. His left hand came up and held the back of your head, scratching and rubbing your scalp softly. He played with your hair too. His right hand rested on your lower back at first, then came up and started rubbing your back. His voice came out again, murmering softly.
"Shhh baby. I'm so proud of you. You're doing so good surviving and doing your best. I love you so so much pretty boy. God I'm so so proud of you. It's okay, you're safe with me. Just let yourself relax and fall asleep."
His left hand moved down to the back of your neck, just rubbing his thumb and being comforting. You felt yourself dozing off halfway through his sweet nothings, and finally, you slept. You slept good and you felt safe for the first time in weeks. Your nervous system finally relaxed, you finally slept well for so damn long.
ive been seeing sentryagent and john x ava ships (stalker?) idk the name i forgof but i just wanna say i fucking love it bc omg remember the time when tfatws came out we all just hate him then thunderbolts* came out we tolerate and accept him now we’re going in the phase of welcoming him to a ship making him a main character and no longer a supporting character/enemy. love me some character arc
(Sono qua solo per dire "found ya!!!" Non userò tumblr e non leggerò: nulla di quello che scrivi. Quindi tranq, ti voglio bene e ci sarò sempre, in modo diverso ogni giorno.)
