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Some of you might think im just a sex obsessed freak. Well i am. Youre following a pervert. Have a nice day.
ME TO ALL MY SHIFTING MOOTS ASF‼️🪄💫💕💟
I love my shifting moots they give me life omgggg
"when you come back, tell us about your DR—"
EXCUSE ME??? COME BACK????????!!!!!!!!!
no, babe. i'm not coming back. i'm perfectly fine with my hot s/o (🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦) by my side, living my dream life. why would I return to this shitty realityy??!?!?!? nuh-uh, no wayyy. bye byeeee lmaooooo xoxoooo
Come back, I have to tell you the plot of a fic I’ll never write and get you excited about it so we can all be disappointed with me later
getting fucked by that fictional man 7 ways till sunday would actually save me btw like it would heal me in every way i need rn
every friend group needs at least 1 bird person I'm not even joking you need somebody where you can just take a picture of the most blurry feathered beast on the sidewalk and go "hey amanda do you know her?" and you get the most enthusiastic detailed reply about how wonderful and precious and dear this bird is followed by "and they sometimes stab other birds' eggs for fun :)"
started watching 911 and tbh at first I really was like "ah it can't be that bad!!" about buck and eddie. it is. it is that bad. what do you mean they had a textbook rivalry to best friends arc. what do you mean buck is basically a second dad to christopher. what do you mean he would get legal guardianship of christopher because no one would fight for christopher like him. what do you mean hes living in eddies house. what is going on. why has buck looked at eddie like that from day fucking one what the shit
So much imposter syndrome you could call me the NotThem
People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.
I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.
I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.
There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me
Kisame is loved by sharingan uses he just has this magnetic charm
Obito lying in kisames lap sulking and Itachi comes and says something like: "you in my spot" or the other way around
ahm.......well
I had fun.
I have nothing to say in my defense.
let them cuddle ◔__◔
drawing Obito until my hand falls off, day 19!!
listening to mcr makes we wanna write music so bad, then i remember i have no musical ability whatsoever
so embarrassing to get obsessed with your own oc but it doesn't fuel you creatively or motivate you at all you just sort of sit there. like yeah I've been thinking a lot about blorbo from my mind. no images of them exist in the world and they have maybe 3 personality traits so far. I would rather die than attempt to write about them. I've spent the last 48 hours rotating them in my brain though
