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ONE THING THAT FUCKING KILLS ME ABOUT IVAN AND TILL SINGING MY CLEMANTIS THAT I'M NOT SEEING ANYONE POINT OUT??
IN THE ORIGINAL MY CLEMANTIS MIZI AND SUA SING THE FINAL “MY CLEMANTIS” TOGETHER BUT IN TILL AND IVAN’S VERSION IVAN SINGS IT ALONE???
You know. Because. Unrequited Feelings and All.
THE FACT THAT HE SINGS THAT LINE AFTER SINGING "Oh my Clemantis, please stay by my side"
TILL DOESN'T EVEN SEEM TO HUM THE LAST PART WITH IVAN, NOR DOES HE SING THE LAST LINE WITH HIM LIKE MIZI AND SUA DO TOGETHER. HE FUCKING DOESN'T STAY BY IVAN'S SIDE
ALSO. IVAN'S VOICE TREMORING AT THE VERY END OF HIM SAYING THE FINAL "CLEMANTIS"
I FUCKING HATE IT HERE
Am i the only one who hates reader inserts? Like I read this cause I wanna escape the problems in my life, not have to envision myself having a spectacular variety of other fucked up problems!
I Hate It
Fandom: Star Trek: Lower Decks
Rating: Teen and Up
No Archive Warnings Apply
Pairing: Tendi/Rutherford
Summary: “After the events of "Parth Ferengi's Heart Place", Tendi finds herself sleepless and thinking of how much she hated fake-dating Rutherford. Or at least, telling herself she hated it.”
"uhm actually 🤓☝ sigma is 3 years old so siglai is a proshi-" *gunshots*
In fact some people who dress wild and crazy are the most boring ppl ever
"writing is fun" "writing is therapeutic" until you randomly forget in which tense you're writing so you have to go back and change all your verbs
What’s a food from your culture that u HATE #hatersonly
Every second that I'm looking at him I lose 50 points of my sanity.
You know last year I had planned to make my first day of senior year a big heathers thing and I fuckin forgot and I think about that all the time and it makes me so mad
just heard someone say "revision is just doubting you knowledge" and i cant stop thinking abt it
having a functioning uterus knowing you’re never gonna use it is the biggest scam ever
quick shitpost i promise i draw better than this normally
Hey, so it's me again, I absolutely loved the Teddy fic you just wrote, it was sooo good! Great job! Anyway, you totally do not have to, I just get a lot of prompt ideas and I don't see a lot of writers writing for Teddy so I just wanted to request another, it's pretty similar, but Teddy is a kid and he wakes up sick in the middle of the night and his dad is the one to take care of him. It's a little different but I feel like we don't see much regarding his relationship with his dad and I feel like it would be a really sweet one. No pressure, if you're not up to it you don't have to but I just wanted to send the prompt. :)
Family First
"You'll live forever, right? You won't ever leave...?"
[Platonic Son Teddy X Father Doug Pierce]
Word Count: 0.8K
Warnings: Fluffy, Angsty (cuz we know what happens in the film), Mentions of vomit, Vomiting (somewhat detailed), Crying, Mentions of death, and sorta Foreshadowing into the details of the movie.
I do not write like this at all, but I am willing to try it! I normally do only Xreaders, but I step out of my comfort zone every once in a while. So for you I'll try! We don't know much about his father so it will most likely be OCCish. BUT I tried so yeah please don't EVER stop sending requests. It's like the only reason I have been writing recently so thank you! But anyway, enjoy my efforts.
It had only been a few days since Teddy's first break of his kindergarten year. That was his first time being a "big boy," and he was loving it! He got to play all day, they learned some stuff, but they got to go outside and play and play inside too. He loved the trucks, and he told all his friends his dad had one of the firetrucks, and he got to go in one. A small bluff, but his dad said when he was older, he could go in one, he just had to wait a bit. Sadly, the first day of Christmas break he woke up in the middle of the night, with a strange feeling in his tummy. He knew that feeling. He had the feeling before. Many times, before, anytime he had something his father told him not to eat.
He tried to make it to the bathroom, like his mother told him. Really, he did, but he couldn’t stop it. He managed to crawl out of bed and open the door on his tip toes. He walked down the hall towards his mommy and daddy’s room and the bathroom. He couldn’t hold it. The back of his throat burned as he gagged. The late-night chocolate milk he had before bed spilled out of his mouth. The brown liquid is chunky and disgusting. A person could only wish it had the same delightful taste coming up. The brown liquid chunks hit the carpeted hallway with a soft plop. After a quiet moment, he finished up. Tears welled in the small boys' eyes. Climbing over the puddle of brown liquid chunks, he tiptoes over to his father’s room. His mother was out at work. She had kissed him goodbye, now it was only his father laying in the huge bed.
He stood in the doorway for a bit, just standing there. His arms to his side, the small light in the bathroom shone into the room. His father groaned. Sitting up slightly, to see his son, Teddy, just standing in the doorway. He looked guilty. His eyes had tears, and the poor boy was barely holding back. What had happened? So, Doug sat up, “What’s wrong, buddy?” He asks worriedly. He didn’t know what happened but if he was so upset, it had to have been something bad. Teddy started crying before crawling onto the bed, staying at the end. “I- i threw up,” he slurred a bit; his speech and vocabulary were very good at his age. But he still couldn’t say some words correctly. He had been in speech for a while, though.
“Buddy, come here," his father said, pulling him onto his lap and comforting the poor boy. "It’s not your fault, ok? I’ll go clean it up. You just stay here.” Teddy didn't want to sit there. He felt bad. The boy was waking his father up before the clock on the timer said 6, something his parents had told him ever since he got his big boy bed. He didn't follow the rule. He always followed the rules, thats how everyone has a fun time. At least thats what Mrs. Baker, his kindergarder teacher, says. Still babbiling through tears his father set him on the bed. As he stood up and walked out of the bedroom to the bright light of the hallway.
After what felt like forever, Doug came back. His large frame was in the doorway of his room as he walked in slowly, believing that Teddy was asleep. He was, in fact, not. His tiny frame was on his father's warm spot on the bed. "Daddy..." Teddy spoke up softly, like he was scared he would get scolded. Doug would never. Never ever in millions of years would such. Well, maybe if he stole a car or something, he would never. He sat on the other side of the bed, sliding over the covers over his body as he tucked in the small child beside him. "Yes, teddy bear?" A long silence followed. One that was too long. Uncomfortably long. "You'll live forever, right? You won't ever leave me?" His heart broke for his baby boy. What happened to make him believe that? Yes, firefighting was dangerous, but he would always make sure to get out. For Teddy. For his family.
"Teddy bear, I'll always be here for you. Always. You have nothing to worry about. Let's just sleep. I'll make your favorite pancakes in the morning." That made the little boy smile. After some thought, that was faked. That kid would do anything for those famous pancakes. His mom never cared to learn to make them. Doug was always there. "With chocolate milk." He laughed. "Yes, with chocolate milk." There was only a while notice before that small Teddy fell asleep. The darkness of the room blended with his falling eyelids. Dreams filled with those sweet pancakes.
Sorry, it took so long, I just have like no motivation. Not to mention the erm English essay that I had due that I was supposed to be working on last time I posted. This was rushed, and I hate it, but whatever. It's so sad to think his dad died after he told little Teddy those words. That's why I made him say them.
…….I’m just gonna…. Go…. Scramble into bed and sob….
Have a nice day everyone…
some of yall have never had to crawl around on the floor like Velma looking for your glasses and it shows
I hate when people ask me stupid questions, "which one?" Gary please theres a label, were not illiterate just read it man. And then i realise im a prick and spend my day being mad at my self and do it again next week
Nobody understands the bond between a girl and the mediocre book she read when she was 13 years old.
Ikrrr, like leave me alone, this is supposed to be my comfort zone, my space to release my pain ughh😭😭
౨ৎ‧₊˚ they'll message you after a post talking about how sad and ill you are too?? can they just be normal 🙏
do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.
hey chat
shout out to thyroid issues for fucking me over my tummy hurts and my heads killig me. am alost aways feelings sick
when tumblr makes a change
^^ me
Yikes
I fucked up and deleted all of my blogs
Fuck me right?
~ Dari
hehe made this for a school tutorial
Yass queen
also sry for not posting again
Oh how much I love perspectives!
God I've fell in love with Atlas. Who knew you could get so attached to an oc?
(I don’t own this picture btw) DUDE IM ON MY PERIODS AGAIN TWO TIMES THIS MONTH WHATS GOING ON
Heyyyy not my usual humor but something more serious, skip if you want
But I'm so frustrated with clothes shopping. Like, okay so I'm a bit more on the big side - but I should still be able to shop at stores like pacsun and hot topic and other stores for clothes. I should be able to go to Kohl's for shoes, but I can't
Like for example; a pair of shorts I got at pacsun, they were so cute!! Black and white flowers. And they were a size 30, so I assumed they'd fit well. Well fuck me in the ass with a chicken and color me surprise when I discover that they are too small
I, wear a wide 14-16 in normal jeans. So why can't a size 30 fit me? It honestly makes me feel like crap.
Not to mention underwear, oh my fucking god I just want to buy underwear that covers the entirety of my ass cheeks without buying underwear too big. I buy boy shorts panties and still half of my ass is hanging out. I should not look and see my butt cheek popping out like it's a neighbor coming for a cup of sugar I should see that shit quarantined like it's still covid lockdown
It is a pain to find clothes and shoes in my size, and I know many others have it worse when it comes to clothes but it's still fucking frustrating. I should be able to wear ripped jeans from a store like pacsun and be able to do a squat in them without feeling like someone tied plastic around my thighs and belly to extract blood.
I should be able to wear ripped jeans and shorts without my thighs or legs popping out further than the fabric itself and making me look like a damn balloon animal freshly tied. And for God's sake it's even WORSE when I get tights and they look fucking see through on me when they're my size
That's all, just some frustrations about my body and clothes shopping
Stores, do better.
Wtf happened to my tumblr HELLO. Why has everything changed im gonna bounce off my FUCKINGWALLS
