An important PSA to remember!
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His hands 🛐💖
I'm just a girl 😫
“One more night, and then you’ll finally be back in my arms.”
“Your last emergency call was you crying over not having any more sweets at your place, so excuse me for being distrustful.”
“I wish you were here with me.”
“Could you just… stay on the line? It’s weird having to fall asleep without you.”
A quick call to confirm that they got home safely.
“I know I said you could call me anytime, but… It’s the middle of the night.”
“You’ve been holding the phone to your ear this whole time?” “...Yes? How else would I have been able to talk to you?”
“You’re two rooms over. Why are you calling?”
“Pick up, pick up, pick up.”
“Now?”
“I know we said we’d take a break from us, but I miss you. You and your love for cacti and weird bedtime stories.”
“Take your fucking late-night calls elsewhere! I’m trying to fucking sleep here!”
“You pretending that cushion is me?” “Maybe I did. But then I had to realize that it’s a better cuddler than you are.”
“Sorry. I had my phone on silent.”
“We saw each other earlier. Why didn’t you tell me then?”
Getting a call from a hospital/police station/etc. late at night.
“Then why do you keep picking up?”
“You still there?” “Mhhhmmmm.”
“Did you really think you could run away from me, [name]? No, I will find you everywhere.”
“Can you– Can you pick me up? Please?”
“Let me get this straight: You’re calling me at 3 am, disrupting my beauty sleep on a workday, to ask me out?
“Are you alone?”
“I know it’s stupid, but I needed to hear your voice.”
Threatening to hang up on the other every time they mention something specific.
“What are you wearing right now?”
“Ugh. I knew it was a mistake to give you my number.”
“Why are you whispering?”
“...The only reason why I did pick up was because it’s you.”
“Are you seriously suggesting there are benefits to not sleeping next to me?” “You always steal my covers! I almost had forgotten what it feels like to sleep through the night, all sound and warm.”
“Call me cheesy or a fool, but I needed to wish you sweet dreams.”
“...I thought you forgot about me.” “I’m sorry. Today has been… a lot and I– I wish I could have called you sooner.”
Please, spread this for those who might need it right now
U.S. suicide hotline: call or text 988 (available 24 hours)
U.S. trans lifeline: (877) 565-8860 (when you call, you’ll speak to a trans/nonbinary peer operator. full anonymity and confidentiality)
Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration (SAMHSA) National Helpline: 1-800-662-HELP (4357) – provides 24/7 confidential support and referrals for individuals and families facing mental health and substance use disorders, including panic attacks and anxiety.
LGBT National Help Center: (888) 843-4564
Trevor Project: Call (866) 488-7386, text START to 678-678, or chat online.
Take care of yourself and each other. Please stay safe ♡
Love of…by Hozier. An unreleased gem that’s on repeat today.
🎥Deborah Bennet: YT
This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.
Chronic clumsiness: Tripping, stumbling, and knocking things over with comedic regularity.
Absurdly bad luck: Experiencing a series of comically unfortunate events.
Exaggerated laziness: Finding increasingly creative ways to avoid doing any work.
Uncontrollable laughter: Breaking into fits of giggles at the most inappropriate moments.
Inability to keep a secret: Accidentally blurting out confidential information or gossip.
Extreme forgetfulness: Frequently losing belongings or forgetting important appointments.
Obsessive-compulsive quirks: Engaging in peculiar rituals or behaviors for no apparent reason.
Social awkwardness: Saying and doing the most cringeworthy things in social situations.
Over-the-top dramatics: Reacting melodramatically to even the smallest of inconveniences.
Excessive talkativeness: Rambling on endlessly without realizing they've lost their audience.
Compulsive lying: Fabricating outlandish stories to impress others or get out of trouble.
Food obsession: Constantly eating or talking about food, even in inappropriate contexts.
Nervous tics: Displaying quirky mannerisms or habits when feeling anxious.
Paranoid tendencies: Jumping to wild conclusions and imagining elaborate conspiracy theories.
Uncontrollable curiosity: Snooping around and getting into trouble due to a relentless need to know.
Over-the-top superstitions: Believing in absurd lucky charms or rituals.
Excessive hypochondria: Constantly diagnosing themselves with imaginary illnesses.
Silly phobias: Fearing utterly ridiculous things, like rubber ducks or clowns.
Inability to tell time: Consistently running late or showing up at bizarre hours.
Ridiculous fashion sense: Sporting outrageous outfits or hairstyles that defy all logic.
These flaws can turn your funny OC into a lovably eccentric character, bringing humor and charm to any story or situation they find themselves in.
Not the "see how good that feels?" Praising the audience for following directions??? Sirrrr?? Excuse me!! 🥵🥵
When the To Be Alone singalong doesn't go as planned.
There's something so terrifyingly beautiful about mind control.
Just imagine- a Whumpee who knows about Whumper's ability. As soon as they end up alone with them and realize what's going to happen, they panic. They attempt to get away, to stay out of Whumper's reach, to fight.
When that fails, they resort to choked pleas, backing away though they know it's futile. Their eyes warily scan the grinning Whumper, who is walking towards them at a painfully slow pace, aware of the fact that they have them cornered. As their back presses against the cold wall, and Whumper's hand delicately makes its way towards their face, Whumpee freezes.
Whumper's fingers gently brush against their face, the cold touch causing them to shiver.
"Don't fight me."
Their voice is sweet as they speak, so much so that, if they didn't know better, Whumpee would think this was their medium. But as Whumper's hand settles on their cheek, and their mind starts becoming foggy, that idea is discarded.
"You'll feel so much better afterwards, you'll see. Just let me in."
Whumpee grimaces, desperately trying to hold onto their thoughts. their thoughts. their, their, THEIR-
"There we go."
As Whumpee's facial features relax, their breathing slows down, and their expression goes blank, Whumper knows they've won.
Whumpee's mind is theirs now.
no more alone or myself could i be
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