BRO IT'S A STUPID SHOW ABOUT GODDAMN CELLS WHY THE FUCK IS IT SO SAD!??

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at this point i just think my type is anyone that can keep up with my talking.

i get told so many times to slow down because I'm talking too fast.

I'll take anyone at this point if they can understand and keep up with me speed running vocabulary like im reciting the dictionary with a gun to my head.

or if i forget words they'll just sit there patiently and if im still struggling they'll give me the word im looking for and let me continue yapping

my standards have gotten so low yet so high ;-;

demon pokedex

Rin would absolutely believe whatever ChatGPT tells him

bro i think did sum wrong, why does everyone elses go together so well and mine looks so random??

also bonus thing i found lol:

Hi my friends! I am both interested about my moots and need a fun distraction in my life right now. That means a tag game>:3 MWAHHAHAH those who get tagged are invited to answer there questions below ⬇️ I’ll start!

Go to Pinterest and Search:

1. Color of your phone case + aesthetic

2. Fave animal + aesthetic

3. Name + core

4. Favorite movie + aesthetic

5. Name of favorite song + aesthetic

6. Your birth month + core

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please send me asks ;-; i wanna prod yer brains.

I'll do drabbles, one shots or whatever. you can even just say hi god this sounds really desperate

I'll literally write for anything, or just random writing (like my random thoughts very short series)

Thomas shelby x male reader drabble thingy idk

I've started watching peaky blinders and Im ill which made me think of this and it wont go away so now it's everyone else's problem too.

I've only watched one season so far so might bot be accurate to his character but im trying ;-;

warnings?: mentions of war, scars (not SH), possible PTSD stuff?? violence, alcohol, swearing...im really bad at warnings but i think that's everything unless you need a warning for the french too (jk)

Thinking about Thomas Shelby who owes you a favour. You own your own little group of miscreants but you dont deal with guns or betting, you grew a hate for guns after the war and made a rule to anyone who entered your pub that no guns were allowed. And you didn't do betting because there was too mich competition and dick measuring going on.

What you did deal in and make a living off of, was information, connections, you knew how to get things and what people had done behind closed doors, you were the eyes and ears in the walls. So of course Thomas had come to you for information, but he knew you wouldn't give it for free which is why he offered you a favour.

"anythin you want...any time, just for the information on the blokes I wrote down on that paper"

He says to you, and you take the offer, having the favour of a peaky blinder was valuable.

But what you weren't prepared for was how you'd use this favour.

It's late at night, your group had gotten into some trouble, a fight with another group that you'd prodded the bear with too much. You loose a few of your men, and that bothered you but what shook you the most out of your calm composure was the use of guns in that fight, the ringing was still in your ears as you stood outside Thomas Shelby's door.

When he opens the door you dont even greet him, just blurt out.

"im cashing in that favour. "

To which he raises an eyebrow but lets you in anyways, waiting silently as he tries to neaten his hair, messed up by a rough sleepless night.

"fuck......can i stay?...just for the night?"

You quickly realise how that sounds and sigh before trying to fix it.

"shit, not like that...i just...i just need to hear a heartbeat that isn't my own"

And somehow you got the great Thomas Shelby to agree on your favour, he convinces himself that it's just a favour, that it doesn't mean anything. But the fact you came to him instead of anyone else almost warmed his cold heart. He knew how it felt when the war wouldn't leave, when it made a home in your head and buried itself deep into your bones so that when they creak all you remember are the cries of your comrades.

So there you are, settled on his bed with your head on his chest, listening to the soft thuds of his heart. Your arms are tucked closely to yourself, trying to have the only contact being your head on his chest because this was humiliating enough as it was.

Your eyes close as you focus on the sound of his heart, it drowns out the sound of guns from both today's fight and the war, the sound of your own heart beating too fast because your body seems to still think there's a frenchman nearby and waiting with another gun.

You don't even realise you fell asleep until you wake up to the unfortunate reality that people tend to move in their sleep, finding your arms entwined around Thomas, your legs tangled with his.

Thomas himself was just as surprised when he hadn't heard any shovels that night and then awoke to see his hand ever so gently cradling your head to his chest, almost as a reflex he brushes his thumb across your shortly cropped hair. His eyes trail down, only now noticing the scars from war across your back and arms, he almost touched them and would've if he didn't know that it would probably wake you up.

You both untangled yourselves and lay apart and in silence when you were more awake.

"....this never happened."

You both agree in silence, knowing what would happen if anyone found out as well as the risk of getting attached which was never even thought about by either of you.

It was never spoken of again, both of you going back to just business, you almost forgot about it too.

Until you were sat in your pub, drinking peacefully with the chatter of the men, only to be disturbed when Thomas Shelby walks in, looking more unnaproachable than usual, he makes a beeline for you and murmurs something you weren't expecting.

"i need a heartbeat"

and it clicked, it was like an accidental secret code because no-one else knew what happened that night.

Thinking about greek statue dudes again.

His face set in a firm and stony beauty, he's perfect. His face looks just like a greek statue, slightly imperfect nose that only makes him more perfect, lips just the right size.

But his eyes....his eyes have that empty look yet somehow so filled with pain that it looks like his perfect stone shell might crack.

You can see the way his cold eyes compare to the rest of his perfection, most would call it a flaw "he looks so scary with those dead eyes" they say...but you know, you know that they're not dead, they're not stone, they just feel so much that it ruins their view of his 'beauty' but you know. That the real beauty is the sorrow in his eyes.

Late night thinking pt 1/?

He had the kind of beauty that could only be found in those broken greek statues.

The kind where they're always reaching for something yet they are tragically frozen in place, unable to move, unable to reach that goal they dream of. Yet to everyone else they look beautiful, almost angelic.

It's tragic thats someones pain, someones curse is considered art to most. The romanticized suffering of those trapped forever.

y'know that episode where morgana controls Merlin? he doesn't wear his usual blue or red shirts, he wears purple....and morgana wore a lot of purple.

It took me a hot minute to realise. do you think it was a coincidence?

did no-one in Camelot see Merlin and go 'wtf, he's wearing purple???' maybe that was something that made gauis suspicious, he was probably wondering where tf Merlin got that shirt from.

ayyy its me!

i used this https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2212965

bro my neighbours dog never shuts tf up, like constantly barking and howling that it sounds like a kid throwing a tantrum, it's creepy and annoying. And now some prick started fireworks right outside my damn window (not legit but like a house across, too bloody close anyways) and now the dogs gone off again 😤

is there a holiday just for arseholes tonight or somethin?? normally i love fireworks but not tonight ig.

this was me at the ass crack of dawn and i have no regrets and shall continue to do so.