The terrifying realization that you may have bought your friend a shirt a size too small, but just hope that it fits anyways.
The terrifying realization that you may have bought your friend a shirt a size too small, but just hope that it fits anyways.
Realizing I've never been led by my thoughts or rational side, it feels more like all the things I learn support my ability to care for others and work through my emotions.
I love reading so much because it makes me feel more connected, and idk I guess it makes me feel more human lol! Experiencing abuse and a really uncaring education system as a kid was honestly really dehumanizing and alienating.
And feeling connected to other people, and learning about the systems that harmed me helps me feel more like me. Learning more also means I can understand other people better and do better social justice work.
It's like that James Baldwin quote about how reading helped him realize other people were going through similar experiences to humans that he wasn't alone in the world.
I just published "CHAPTER 17" of my story "I BELONG WITH YOU". https://www.wattpad.com/1132560906?utm_source=android&utm_medium=other&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=AnnaStephen1&wp_originator=cS1gUqZMHg%2B%2FeuLgMH24JUkjyR0BT36b%2FbZTsjdB9ogBuy6VZOUS%2BpBte%2B2B9XDcktfT4Z%2BJX7EyOGpA%2BjjYesZJCiATgDNWMg%2FLUOls3fm1G59Abi0Xvc3DBLsUwRjH
my humor is literally this LOL
i accidentally made ats*shi the biggest scumbag ever in the batb au LMAO
Operation "Kill the Mother" is in effect!
In the original Japanese story of Diary of a Step-Sister, Shuichi Saionji is 180cm tall.
In Love 365, he is 181cm tall.
Something I commissioned from the light and salt of the earth Gabi, @somewillwin I fucking love you so much bitch. I'm 👁👄👁 I love you omgg ruiabfjsbdhd I'm so ready for Queen B tomorrow. All the poppy simps I can't wait to see yall tomorrow.
This is so fucking good I'm crying. @playchoices make Poppy a LI PLEASE
I remember when I thought I was straight and would always write hetero romances... but from the first person POV of the guy 🙃
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Love is the sparkling sensation in your presence
Void feeling in your absence
Silence becomes the love peck stuck on my lips
since your absence feels like the world is stopped for me
my own words turns out to be stranger to me
where the sunshine becomes shadow
rains touches like fire droplets
Love is not compromising yourself selfishly
tis' compromising yourself selflessly
the rain showers of love pecks pours down on our albums of memories
In the crowd of sadness , I am getting lost with your hand entangled in mine without any worries
The fragrance of love is locked in our breathes
like a jasmine tied in my locks of hair silks
Hugging your careworn heart
drunken in the song of love
leaving the permanent scar of our love poetry making the Cupid blush
by watching the two souls' crush
As your loud silence is tearing me apart like a paper
I set sail our love ship in the vast ocean of life amidst the storm of differences
chilled out to be ice of similarities
dipped in the addictive wine of love
mixed with minute poisons of jealousy
bubbling out the small fights out of furiosity
squeezing the sour lime of rants
stirring some sweetness of prunes
on the background of dreamy tunes
for the heart gave birth to love
which became my comfort cove
My eyes gleaming in your eyes
This mysterious feeling is unmeasurable like the infinite twinkling stars in night sky
Love is like Ocean waves fiercely hitting and crossing the shoreline but always coming back to heart cave like a fly
Hell, I feel the undervalued shit inside you more than you know yourself
which I adore to define myself
Moon goddess witnessed our love tension
I heard your heart whispering my name without any mention
Love is an enigma yet to be unravelled
Love cannot be defined
Indeed , its the most difficult feeling to be confined
What do you think? There’s a big difference between educated intelligence versus the intelligence you acquire through experience. Should you let people believe you’re not as intelligent as you really are? Not everyone appreciates intelligence, especially if it shows up their lack of it.
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"Okay, what is wrong with you?"
"I don't know what you mean, Dean."
"Yeah, sure you don't know." Dean huffs and this isn't the gentle approach to the situation he wanted to go for, but he is certain something has been up with Cas since they had their second beer at the bar they went to tonight, and he wants to help him.
Castiel sits down in front of the tv, he turns it on, staring annoyed at Dean when he picks up the remote and turns it off once again, stubbornly refusing to drop the subject. He sits down too, with a tired sigh, "just talk to me, please. I want to help, that's all."
Castiel, that usually can't look away from Dean when they talk, is now doing all he can to avoid his gaze, "I," he pauses, for a brief moment that feels like an eternity to Dean, he is starting to worry he was the one to cause this, always ready to mess shit up, "there is no need for you to," he starts again, " try and help me get intimate with any waitresses or women at bars." That wasn't what Dean was expecting, at all.
"Huh," he replies, eloquently, he soon rushes to say something else, to apologize and try to make it better "I'm sorry I made you feel uncomfortable, Cas, I really am, I was just trying, well," he doesn't know what to say next, what was he even trying to do? Get Cas to loosen up and have a good time? Maybe. Prove to himself once and for all that he isn't enough for Cas and that the angel will never see him that way? Probably. He needs to stop hoping, because hope brings pain, the sooner the pain of rejection arrives the sooner he will get over it. Sometimes he thinks he is just torturing himself, pushing everyone away, because he is poison, he brings pain and death with him, and Cas doesn't deserve that.
"Just stop please, it's all I'm asking." Castiel gets it, of course he gets it, Dean sees those women in a way he will never see him in, and he wants Castiel to understand that without having to say it out loud, "I could never be interested in any of those men or women anyway," he is sure he can see a shift in Dean's expression at his choice of words, Castiel is a fool for believing it looks a lot like a spark of hope, "because they aren't-" he winces, catching himself just in time. They aren't you. They are strangers, Castiel could never feel a connection with them, not even at a simple physical level. Dean is staring at him, waiting for him to finish, "they are strangers." He doesn't see the appeal of the kind of exchange Dean seems to enjoy so much, the emptiness and coldness of it, the lack of a feeling behind it all. He doesn't say anything out loud, not wanting to make Dean believe he is judging him, even if he can see Dean is not one hundred percent satisfied by his answer.
Castiel simply refuses to fill the hole in his chest because of Dean's clear lack of interest with quick counters with people he has never seen before or will see again when morning comes, he craves the intimacy and closeness, the touch, but not empty of a real meaning, he wants those things with Dean, the man that is so keen on playing matchmaker for him.
"Look, I get it," but part of Cas knows he doesn't, not completly at least. Castiel gets up and busies himself preparing the clothes he changes to for the night even if he doesn't need to, he is more than happy Sam decided to go visit Eileen once they were done with the case, not ideal to have this type of conversation with an audience, " I won't do it again, unless at some point you want me to."
"They will never be you, okay? So no, I don't want you to do any flirting for me, not now, not in the future." He raises his voice, he regrets it the moment it happens, he regrets his words even more, he is gripping his bright orange t-shirt tighly, refusing to look at Dean, even when he hears the telltale sounds of him getting up too to face him instead of looking at him over the back of the couch. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lose my temper like that, I will leave if you want me to." Of all the ways he had pictured having this conversation with Dean, in the long hours of the night, daydreaming while waiting for the world to wake up again and for Dean to make breakfast and explain to him again how to make their coffee machine to function, behind the steering wheel, daydreaming away from home that things could be better when he came back, none of them went as poorly as this one. The real one. He always has to find a way to ruin everything.
"What did you say?" Castiel finally looks up, Dean suddenly looks so small, standing there, the couch between them, so far, he looks shocked, but there it's again, that shift in his expression, and Castiel would be a fool if he didn't believe what he is seeing is a spark of hope.
"You heard me." Yeah he heard him, loud and clear, doesn't mean Dean dares to believe his ears, he was starting to think it was simply an angel thing, he was sure Cas just feels things in a different frequency, without any common points with Dean's own experience.
But now he has to accept he was wrong from the start, "no, I don't want you to leave," he hears himself saying, his voice sounds like he is far away, as if he was experiencing all of this from outside. Nonetheless, it was the right thing to say, Cas relaxes a fraction, dropping the t-shirt he was about to rip in half, Dean takes it as his cue to try and move closer, slowly closing the distance between them, every step reminds him of those images of astronauts walking on the Moon, like they take a year instead of a second, but soon enough he is facing Cas. "Why didn't you say anything sooner?"
"I didn't want to put an unnecesary strain on our friendship, I didn't want to burden you, both of us, with the uncomfortable weight of this secret." Castiel gives him a look, blue eyes big and sad, and before Dean can think twice about it he is impulsively wrapping his arms around Cas, and then Cas follows, and they find themselves standing in the middle of the room, holding each other tighly like it's the end of the world. "You don't have to do this, you don't have to pity me, we will forget about what I said and-"
"Shut up, Cas," Dean interrupts, abruptly, but with a gentle tone, "I don't want to forget about it. It's not fair, you know?" He dares to press a kiss to the side of Cas' head, the arms around him hug him even more tighly, and it feels like coming home, and his heart is about to jump out of his chest, "It's not fair that I asked you why you never said anything when I did the same thing." Castiel takes a shaky breath, he shifts, resting the side of his face on Dean's shoulder.
"You mean...?" He doesn't finishes, doesn't need to, he looks up instead, and Dean finds himself missing the perfect way they fit together in their embrace, like two pieces of a puzzle. Dean nods firmly, still not ready to say it all out loud. He isn't worried, though, Castiel knows him, he understands him, what he says and what he doesn't.
"I'm bad news." He moves back, just enough to press his forehead against Castiel's, breathing in, breathing out, mind reeling, trying to process all that has happened in the last twenty minutes. He has to be honest with Cas, he is going to try his damn best, but maybe that will never be enough. One of Castiel hands reaches out to touch the side of his face, his gaze so tender it hurts.
"And still, announcing that you were saved were the best news of my whole existence."
A First Love Story is seriously just the coziest BL. I feel blessed 😥🥰
Drew this on Roblox the other day lol
Kissing triggers her
**DISCLAIMER: Hey y’all, if you’re not familiar with this story, I tend to jump ahead sometimes. We went from Hope barely talking at her birthday party to her back-talkin her daddy in the back of a Bentley. SO: In the timeframe of this story, she’s a preteen. A tweenager if you will. I could go on to explain how the aging in this game goes from diapers to elementary school to acne, but I won’t. Just know that I am an adult and a parent so this is not meant to be gross. Hope is about 12 here and 12 year olds talk about and maybe even experiment with kissing. The end.
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