Vilf (villain I'd Like To Fuck)

"We are fortunate that President Trump has indicated that he will work with us on a solution to reinstate TikTok once he takes office. Please stay tuned!" how about you go fuck yourself

maladaptive daydreaming is serious

it’s insane to me how most people don’t take maladaptive daydreaming seriously and just think it’s too much daydreaming. like… they can’t even imagine how weird it is to feel so connected to fake people and worlds to the point you don’t even care much about real life anymore, every waking moment of my life I’m in that world with those people, reality now feels strange and uncomfortable to me. I feel like a piece of meat carrying a consciousness floating in space, just strange. I’m never fully aware of the world around me either. living feels like a chore, but daydreaming makes me feel real and alive. like it’s my home and I  belong there. My parame’s age feels more real to me than my real one. I even mistake the two sometimes when speaking to myself.

I logically I know these people in my mind are not real, these worlds, but my brain, my subconscious doesn’t undestand, if they’re not real why do they make me feel alive, make me feel more emotions than the real world. it’s like I’m in a denial stage that never goes away. I can’t comprehend they’re not real. my brain doesn’t compute. 

my paras get me, they understand me more than anyone else and they’re more close to me than anyone else. I feel more close to them than my friends or family and that feels so pathetic to say. it almost feels like they have a mind of their own. it’s ruining my life but I can’t let it go because it’s most of my life, even my real memories feel distant and fake but my daydreams don’t. 

I feel so alone because most people don’t care and will never understand, even on social media madd is just romantisized and people spread misinformation. only here I feel heard. at least other disorders are taken seriously, and people know about them. all i could ask for is more understanding. I want people to actually research this thoroughly and figure out what the hell this really is. from what i know, madd is very similar to DP/DR.

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anyone who thinks they’re in bucky barnes’s arms instead of going to therapy clap your hands

Hey :) hope ur doing good! I was wondering if maybe you could do something about tasm!peter parker where reader is upset because she always has difficulty falling asleep and he's just really soft with her trying to calm her :)

hi tysm for ur request here is some fluffy hurt/comfort for you

"What's wrong?" Peter asks you, breath warm on your cheek. 

You look at him out of the corner of your eye from where you'd been staring at the ceiling dejectedly. 

"How do you do that?" you whisper. 

"How do I do what?" 

How do you know when I'm upset, even if you're asleep? You don't ask. 

Fingertips on your face. You shut your eyes as his fingers climb from the corner of your mouth to the edge of your eyebrow, a sweeping, featherlight line that makes you shudder. 

He chuckles under his breath and does it again. 

"How do you know-" you sigh and turn your face, disrupting his teasing. His eyebrows are creased softly in concern. "Can you tell, when I'm…"

"Upset?" 

You bite the inside of your bottom lip. What you can see of him in the dark you adore, the bump of his nose, the hill of his cheek. His cupids bow; the little well above his lips you've kissed a thousand times. 

"I have a sense for it." 

You roll your eyes and turn back to the ceiling. "Right. Your Spidey sense." 

Peter's hand comes up to your shoulder. He kisses your cheek. "No, baby. This one's full Peter Parker. I call it my 'I love my insomniac girlfriend' sense." 

"S'a mouthful," you say, words all squished with terrible smugness, pleased by his affectionate tone. 

His nose is pressed to your cheek, words warm against your skin as he talks. "You'd hate the original name then." 

"I dread to ask," you say, smiling at him. He pushes up onto his elbow to hover over you, pressing his hand lightly over your chest. 

"Yeah, I liked 'My gorgeous darling love of my life can't sleep and the unhappiness burdening her becomes my unhappiness through the power of my adoration alone' but the board's still out." 

"Board should stay out. That's awful," you murmur, eyes squinting from the force of your lovesick smile. 

"I know," he admits, dropping his chin in embarrassment, "I didn't have much time." 

"Leave it to me. I find myself with an abundance of free time," you say theatrically, edged in bitterness. 

Peter's hand climbs from your chest to your neck. His thumb brushes against the bottom of your throat, fingers wrapping around. "Have you done your checklist?" 

"Yeah, Pete." 

Hand moves up again, fingers at your chin, fingers at your mouth, pulling down your bottom lip, gliding across them. He pauses, eyes looking all fresh honey sticky, before he leans down to press a chaste kiss to your frowning mouth. 

You feel a little of the tightness between your shoulders loosen. 

"You want me to make you something?" 

The tears you've been fighting start to win. "No," you say quietly. 

He hums. "And you had a bath?" 

"I did the whole checklist, Pete." 

He frowns at your glassy eyes. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, wiping the first tear away with the pads of his fingers. 

You shut your eyes and turn your face from him. "I just want to sleep." 

"I know, bub," he says, slipping his hand between your cheek and the pillow you're hiding in. 

"I'm really, really tired." 

"I know." 

"You can go back to sleep if you want to," you say miserably. "Sorry. I shouldn't keep you up." 

"You're not keeping me up. M'just spending time with my girl."

His niceness has an opposite effect. You curl in on yourself and feel a childish whine building in your chest. You're so tired of being tired. 

Peter lies back down in the space where he'd been and pulls your back into his chest, wrapping his arm around your front. You're instantly comforted - his arms are a safe haven. 

He dots a kiss on your shoulder. "It's okay. We just have to ride it out, yeah? Like we've done before." His hand spreads over your heart. "Try and calm down," he says soothingly. A second kiss to your shoulder. 

You bring your hand up and put it over his. He turns his own and threads your fingers together. It's not the kind of problem that can be solved by love and affection, but it certainly helps. 

the amazing spiderman.

lost backpacks. lab explosions. comic books. parkour. sarcasm. quick quips. exclamation points. breaking the fourth wall. science puns. skateboarding. late night patrols. skyscraperdiving. film cameras. layered clothing. fake glasses. no one seems to grasp the concept of the mask. record stores. record player. uncle ben’s vinyl collection. webshooters. naps on web-hammocks near the ceiling. phone out of battery.

[marvel masterlist]

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sunflowerazula masterlist (updated 1.28.2021)

Multi-Chapter Fics

rotations. (zuko x f!reader)

y/n grew up as a wealthy aristocrat. in this fic, y/n realizes the negative affects her home has had on people all over the world. but she has a big decision to make: will she remain loyal to the one person she’s ever loved, or will she give up everything to do what’s right?

pt1 / pt2 / pt3 / pt4 / pt5 / pt6 / pt7 / pt8 / pt9 / pt10 / pt11 / pt12 / pt13 / pt14 / pt15 / pt16 / pt17 / pt18 / pt19 / pt20 / pt21 / pt22 / pt23 / pt24 / pt25 / pt26 

bonus chapters: 1 (light smut) / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 */ 10 * / 11

* = not canon to rotations.

beneath the moon. (sokka x f!reader)

y/n never felt like she belonged in her home nation. after losing the most important person to her, she has to cope with the incident while also trying to figure out what her purpose in life is.

pt1 / pt2 / pt3 / pt4 / pt5 / pt6 / pt7 / pt8 /pt9 / pt10 / pt11 / pt12 / pt13 / pt14 / pt15 / pt16

reminiscence (unknown x f!reader)

y/n shows up on mako’s doorstep with no memories of her past. the new team avatar knows exactly who she is, and not everyone is happy about having her back in republic city. plagued by questions, y/n is desperate to find out what her past is, how she’s connected to team avatar, and why someone would take her memories away in the first place. 

pt1 / pt2 / pt3 / pt4 / pt5 / pt6 / pt7 / pt8 / pt9 / pt10 / the end.

modern!aus

groceries (sokka x f!reader)

like i do (sokka x f!reader) pt2

campus (asami x f!reader)

zuko

burned

dreams

y/n is a fire dancer and meets zuko

y/n takes azula’s lightning instead of zuko

y/n is katara’s twin

y/n stumbles into the tea shop

zuko is a secret admirer

sokka

sokka and y/n bicker

sokka and y/n flirt

sokka has nightmares and y/n helps

just a little jealous.

azula

banished.

bolin

dating bolin headcanons (mildy nsfw)

hungry. 

comfort.

bridal style.

ice cream. (smut)

hold me.

arms. (smut)

mako

dating mako headcanons (mildly nsfw)

handcuffs. (smut)

drive.

dry humping headcanons (nsfw)

warm hands. (rewrite).

iroh ii

dating iroh ii headcanons (mildly nsfw)

welcome home. 

NON ATLA FICS

hades game. 

below the surface (zagreus x f!reader)

pt1 /