you have a boyfriend?! I'm so happy for you cammy!!!!
Not annoying at all if you wanna talk more about him you can!!!
Also take a break from studies you must be tired!
Love,
~sunshine
Yes, I do! Me and @obknoxious-overstreet haven't been dating for long, but I'm really, really happy to be allowed to call him my boyfriend. The word alone makes me feel like I'm floating.
Yesterday, while we were watching Neil's performance, he held my hand throughout the entire show. I don't think I've ever blushed for such a long time. Though, it felt nice. And really comforting.
Don't give me permission to talk more about him, I fear that if I started I wouldn't be able to stop. I could fill books with the thoughts I have of him.
Thank you, sunshine. I promise to take a break from studying soon :)
I havent sent an ask in a while but I think i need some advice here
So I'm in 10th grade, before my a-levels and I'm currently considering switching schools because of bullying and other issues with my school
I have two options, both schools would allow me to work at a higher level than I have so far, and I could work at my own speed instead of having to wait up
One of the schools is pretty elitarian and I'm not completely sure I'll even get in, because there's a whole application process and you need to do a lot of work, and the end of application is late December I think
So i would have to do a lot of work now, on top of what I already need to finish up for school assignments because I was ill a lot these past few weeks
It just feels kind of impossible to even do, not even cus I'm not good enough to get in but because it's so much in so little time and I don't know if I'll manage that
I guess the reason I'm telling you is just to get some reassurance and maybe if you have any, some tips on time management
Thanks❤️
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Hi!
Honestly if you are able to apply without completely stressing yourself out, I think you should.
Personally, I HATE what-ifs, and not applying leaves you with the question of 'what if I applied' you know? If applying will be super stressful, then I get it, but if it's worth getting that what-if out of your brain, then I think you should.
not a hallucination but i once dreamt about dr. Ratio listing off all kinds of intelligence after i had said that i was an idiot. he told me that, although i lack mathematical knowledge, that doesn't translate to me being stupid, but it just meant that i did better in other areas and began explaining why and how all of that made sense.
instead of thanking the poor man for cheering me up i got irritated and punched him. what is wrong with me !! needless to say, i woke up very confused. ;;
not sure why I'm saying all of this but i thought it would be interesting. i really hope Childe genshin impact will one day appear (as a dream or hallucination) and cheer you up.. cheer us up.. cheer everyone up actually ! 🫶 i feel like an encouragement from the ginger will instantly boost my morale.
anyways happy (late) holidays ! have a good day !
- sunshine anon ☀️
i have a drawing of ratio taped to my notice board right in front of my desk with him saying "get back on the grind the bread aint gonna get itself" or something along those lines, so sometimes when i feel disappointed in myself for being dumb i look into his eyes and think of how absolutely horrible it would feel to be disapproved by the veritas ratio and get back to work
but yeah i agree that childe would be better at lifting morale but if that ginger did manifest in my life in any way i would genuinely start tweaking out like that one scene of giorno giovanna rolling on the ground tweaking out. that man belongs on the other side of my laptop screen 🗣️🗣️🗣️
perverted stepdaddy awsten hiding in your closet waiting for you to get back from school, you’ve had a stressful day so when you get back you lock your door and slowly start rubbing your cunt. hands coated in slick, you get up and walk over to your closet to get your dildo; as you open the door, your stepdaddy instantly shoves his palm over your mouth so you can’t scream, and pushes you back onto your bed.
“my dirty little girl, why do you need a toy? daddy’s here, i’ll make you feel better.” an evil smirk washes over his face, “take my cock out.”
you shake your head and cry, unable to overpower awsten’s strength but not giving in. awsten aggressively yanks your wet panties down your legs and stuffs them in your mouth so you still can’t scream, no matter how hard you try. he slaps you across the cheek and his smirk has now faded into an anger-filled scowl.
“useless fucking slut” awsten pants, “i’ll fucking do it myself then.” he unbuttons his jeans and pulls his fly down, pulling his cock out and rubbing it against your dripping cunt, lining himself up with your tight virgin hole. he slowly pushes in, and tears of pain drip down your stinging cheek as he stretches you out.
“oh, fuck— see baby, this feels better than that toy, doesn’t it?” stepdad speeds his thrusts up, moaning louder in bliss, but your pain keeps worsening. he pinches and twists your nipples, his smirk returning as he sees you wince in torture. “such a nice fucking hole for your dad— fuck— i wish we’d done this sooner. oh, fuck baby— daddy’s gonna cum, oh, shit— yes” awsten growls as he empties himself into your hole, filling you up with his warm semen, the unfamiliar sensation making you feel queasy.
awsten pulls out of you and watches his load drip down your abused hole and all over your bedsheets. he tosses a roll of toilet paper to you before buttoning his pants back up and walking towards the door. “your mom’s gonna be home soon, clean yourself up before then. and if you dare tell her or anybody else about this, i will kill you.” your stepdad threatens, before closing your door and leaving you in tears.
i just want to be andy’s little plaything that he can use whenever. pulling me i to closets, bending me over his drum kit, using me as a cocksleeve while hes gaming. just. ugh.
him humiliating me in front of the band by telling about how desperate and willing i am, and then proving it by pulling me into his lap and making me ride his cock right there until im a drooling whiny mess and i cum all over his legs. and then after quickly pumping a load into me, he pulls me off of him and takes me to get cleaned up while the guys pick their jaws up off the floor.
but as soon as we’re alone he gets all jealous and possessive because he saw me looking at patrick so much and says that trick couldn’t stop staring at me. how he bit his lip and rubbed himself over his jeans while i was getting fucked in front of him. if i wanted to fuck patrick so bad i should have just asked him for permission because of course he would let his best friend borrow his little pet <3
hi hi hi, how are you today? how is you day going? 💛
I can't believe this year is over, especially in the swiftie side of tumblr it feels a lot has happened that my brain cannot even comprehend 🤯
would you mind sharing with me three things you are grateful for from this year? :)
also, would you mind sharing what were your favorite blogs this year? Just trying to spread some positivity ;)
- ☀️
hello!!!! i’ll call you sunshine anon. but my day was good!!! i saw my friend and we got lunch and watched miss americana
but three of my favorite things was seeing the eras tour with my sister, going to a taylor swift night with my friend alyssa and being runner up in lip sync battle, and going to my friend’s wedding in san francisco (she was so beautiful)
and some of my favorite blogs!!!!: @kurumiimaris @iknowitwontwork @stood-onthecliffside @anervousmirrorball @silkchifffon @wouldvebeensweet @daenerys-targaryen @youareinlove @youreonyourownkid @deathbyathousandcuts @decoratedlawns @doublesdare @cages-boxes-hunters-foxes @thesonofneptune @fullmetalswift @longlivestv @tiwtdafs @singlethread @persaephone @whydoifeelthisquiet and a lot more i can’t think of right now but i genuinely love everyone on here and they all made me so happy this year
have we considered,,,,, neck kisses with one din djarin,,,,,,, sir I would just like to take a moment—
my sweet sunshine 🥰😍 thank you for sending me this lovely thot ✨ Your love for one (1) touched-starved man was the reason this got carried away💕 ...sorry to my stack of other wips, sunshine sent me this soft!din idea and it consumed me bc that man has exactly one (1) weak spot and it just happens to be on his neck and if he lets you find it he’s a goner..
Din Djarin x gn!reader
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Warnings: hurt/comfort, mild angst, as the ask suggests, this is all yEARNING and fluff
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The first time it happens, he’s sitting with you underneath the dappled leaves of an enormous tree with one arm curled around your shoulders.
It’s the middle of the afternoon and the kid is playing in the grass, climbing over your legs, tripping over his own feet in his pursuit of a fluttering insect.
The tranquil warmth seeping into his skin isn’t from the breeze tickling his face and ruffling the edges of his hair, it’s not from the sun sparkling off the lake in the distance.
It’s from you.
With you tucked into his side like this, nothing bad could ever happen. This is what it’s like to live in the safety of your arms, your fingers laced between his, your face nestled into his neck, your breath soft. your voice, even softer.
And your mouth. Stars, your mouth.
Who knew there were so many different ways for lips and teeth and tongue to catch on bare skin. He’s not even aware of the pathetic sound in his throat until he hears your delighted little laugh.
‘Careful with that mouth, or we’re gonna end up on Grogu’s blanket over there’
‘Yeah?’ you grin, ‘you feeling a little sleepy too?’
A broad hand digs into your waist as he rolls his weight into you, preventing you from wiggling away, playful retaliation smothering your happy carefree squeal.
‘Sleepy is not the word I’d use, no.’
He feels your warm hand curl around his bicep as you twist and sit up, looking down at him with those big soft eyes. His knuckles brush down your cheek, something he’s done a hundred times before. He’s sure of it.
He starts to wonder why there's a line of worry on your brow, why your voice sounds far away, echoing from every direction, why his vision’s gone fuzzy around the edges.
Grogu’s giggling fades into dull metallic beeping.
Then he blinks and when your face pulls back into focus, it’s through his t-visor, permeated by the blue glow of the cockpit. The sound of rustling leaves and chirping birds is sucked away into the low hum of hyperspace.
There is a beat of silence when he realizes your hand is still there, on his arm, the heat coursing through his arm. Another hot breath inside his helmet at the sight of your plush lip caught underneath your teeth, a smudge of blaster grease on your forehead.
In your eyes, he can almost see the brighter flecks of pigment, the ones that had glittered with mirth before he’d kissed you… when you’d smiled and-
“You’d sleep better in your bunk, y’know.”
His heart starts hammering despite the fact there’s no way you could know the things his subconscious had just conjured up.
There’s no way you could know how his eyes fill with stars every time you touch him, every time you’d push a dish of steaming food into his hands and urge him to eat, every time you’d patch up a wound. Particularly, no more than a minute ago, when your fingers spread through his hair and you pulled him down to kiss you.
He swallows hard around the squeeze of his heart.
He tells you he’s fine, gruff static scraping from the vocoder, grateful you cannot see his scalding cheeks or the heart-shaped smudges left behind in perfect sharp relief on his neck, grateful you don’t know the empty ache lodged in his chest over a silly dream.
Because that’s all it would ever be. How can someone so soft, with so much light inside them, possibly love someone who's done such monstrous things.
He can’t seem to get enough air into his lungs.
//
The second time it happens, there is dust and dirt smeared into the gash down half your face. The welt on your other cheekbone is already purple, mirroring the precarious state of things. You’re breathing. That’s all that matters.
His cape is ripped off and draped across your limp shoulders and he’s folding you into his arms and off the ground.
He’s halfway to the ship, mind whirring, calculating how much bacta it would take to erase every last tremor of pain and where he’d be able to find enough of it when your eyes flicker. The pained gasp that follows makes his stomach twist. He tightens his hold on you, moving faster.
Lifting a shaky hand, you reach for his pauldron, fingers catching the edge with a strength he does not expect and relief fucking bleeds into his heart.
Words come through chattering teeth. ‘They- they're all dead...’
‘Yes’ he rasps, soothing the terror now evident in the whites of your eyes.
‘You did good’ he reassures in a soft voice, despite the determined pace of his steps.
Safely on his bed, your eyes stay don’t waver from him as he desperately searches through the medkit beside you, cleaning and carefully bandaging, hoping the single hypodermic will reach the injuries he can’t see.
Seated beside you, the armor comes off. If he notices your fingers anchored in one of the belt loops at his waist the whole time, he doesn't reveal it. But his flight suit needs unzipping and for that he needs to stand.
When he gently extracts your fingers from their tightly curled spot, your panicked, ‘Stay with me,’ slices into his chest. In your scramble to cling his wrist, to anything, warm hands settle on either side of your face.
‘Hey’ he breathes, ‘I’m not going anywhere.’
Left in his thermal layers and helmet, he dims the overhead brightness of the bunk and slowly stretches out beside you.
In your delirium you curl into him, clutching his shirt, burying the uninjured side of your face into his shoulder and then closer, like you need him.
he curls his fingers around your knuckles, pressing them to his chest. It feels instinctive, easy, like it’s the most natural thing.
Where he is uneven and rigid, you are soft. Like he’s been specifically built and cut to fit into the shape of you.
Like you belong there.
In your drowsy state, your mouth grazes across fresh goosebumps, pressing blooms into exposed skin, drenching his veins in warmth.
He feels you inhale, eyelashes fluttering like silk against his neck. Tipping your nose up, your chest expands again and then slowly deflates, your body growing heavier as the analgesics take effect.
And that’s where you stay.
Your breathing slows to a steady rhythm as sleep takes hold of you and for some reason, his hands decide that now is a good time to start shaking.
The spots under his jaw still blaze where your mouth touched bare skin. Tendrils of heat that reach underneath his collar and kiss down the length of his spine, pulling at his limbs, making them heavy. Telling him to keep you here inside his arms for the rest of the night.
He does.
//
It’s dark the third time it happens.
so dark you can’t see where you end and he begins but you don’t need to because the trust between you glows brighter than any sun and you want to soak him in it, admire him the way he deserves, slowly, on purpose.
The countless times you’ve imagined how it might feel to hold him is nothing compared to being right here… just like this. Learning what snags his breath and tangles his words. Memorizing how he yields under slow fingertips, the high-strung sound he makes when your nose drags under the sharp line of his jaw and brushes the bottom of his ear…. it all feels so… familiar. Like you’ve been here a hundred times before.
But you know that’s not true. You would have remembered the clear intention in his touch when he’d sat facing you on his bed and cut the lights.
You would have remembered the overwhelming kick of your heartbeat when he lifted your hands and placed them on either side of his helmet, his palms over top, guiding you, helping you lift it off...
...shrinking your entire world down to the smooth sound of his voice, the way it engulfed you in the darkness, pulling you closer, so warm and deep.
The way your brain came to an absolute grinding halt when his mouth caught yours, leaving you giddy, unable to speak, both hands clinging to his one-sided smile.
You would have remembered the strong hands around your waist, taking your weight like nothing as he brought you down to the pillows with him; the soft scratch of his mustache and the long span of his neck, his shuddering sighs and soft little moans under his breath, the warm scent of his skin when you followed the skip of his pulse down to the hollow of his throat.
You would have remembered telling him how good he tastes, and the unsteady pitch of his voice filling the air.
‘Please… don’t stop,’ the admission barely makes it out of his mouth, stunted and dangerously weak.
‘I won’t,’ you promise.
Sliding your fingers through the curls behind his ear, you sink your mouth into the thick cords at the bottom of his neck, savoring a spot that causes a muscle down his back to buckle beneath your other hand.
That low rolling rasp from deep in his chest sends shivers down your spine, your heart soaring high as a kite.
You’d sell your soul to hear it again.
‘You’ve ruined me, I hope you know,’ he whispers hot and desperate into your skin.
The pulsing want in his voice and the heavy press of his knee between your legs should leave you too lightheaded to think straight. And it does. But you’ve also just reduced this ruthless wall of armor into a helpless mess with nothing but the wet glide of your tongue and you may never come down from that.
Softly pulling your mouth off his bottom lip, ‘how ruined are we talking… exactly.’
His throat works like mad beneath your lips where you are taking your time, sucking a mark over his thumping pulse.
