I'm So Lonely - Blog Posts

please I need someone to talk about fairy tail origins too. I don't have anyone irl and it a minecraft rolplay so idk who wants to here about it. once or twice a year I remember its a thing and go fucking feral. Honestly I'll talk about/watch the others too I just like the fairy tale one the most.

I really want to have someone in my area be a friend or a boyfriend to me. The interest isn’t the safest place ofc but I’m so fucking lonely dude, this isn’t fair.

I just want to hug and cuddle someone.

me and who?

God, I wanna play d&d so bad but I have no one to play with... WHYYYYYY!!!

No thoughts just her feeding me McDonald's sprite by the spoonful when I'm sick and bedridden like that one scene between Raskolnikov and Razumikhin

at this point i fear nothing will revive the pierre and natasha shippers. where have they all gone? i literally never see anyone talk about them anywhere. an occasional tiktok at best.

I want what Blake and Ryan have so fucking much…just without the kids bc I hate children 💀

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pairing: tangerine x reader

tw: nothing, fluff, cussing

message: to the ones who seek to be comforted whilst the outermost layer of your uterine wall sheds.

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The rain outside softly hit the window, making sounds that could make even a colic baby sleep peacefully. Bonus is that it's cold and dark outside. Your stomach felt like the battle field when they were fighting for Helen of Troy; the Trojan War. You were in your soft bed in fetal position with a warm quilt over you, watching the raindrops fall onto the window sliding door that lead to the balcony of your apartment. Your phone was on silent, half because you couldn't muster the energy to converse with people, and also because you didn't want to.

Suddenly you heard the front door of your apartment slam open.

"Y/N!!?" A fimilliar voice yelled out, he sounded concerned. You furrow your brows and use all the core strength to sit up in bed. "Love are you here?!" He yelled out in concern. You rubbed hands against your face and laughed into your hands. The door to your room slammed open with a very distressed and worried Tangerine at your door.

"Hi" You smiled at him sheepishly. He let out a breath he was very obviously holding in. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a shirt with your face on it (initially it was a joke, you had given him the shirt on his birthday - not the only gift you got him - but maybe it isn't a joke anymore).

"Baby, you're not answering my texts or calls, I was worried" He said softly as he closed the door and made his way to the bed, he sat down beside you and put a hand on your cheek. You sighed and leaned on his hand.

"I know, I'm sorry. I was on do not disturb, didn't feel like replying to people" You sighed and closed your eyes slightly. He furrowed his brows, concerned.

"What's wrong?" He asked as he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I got my period" You whispered and looked at him with tired eyes. He relaxes his brows and nods.

"Do you want me to get you anything?" He asked generously, you shook your head and lied down into your pillow softly. You grabbed his hand and tugged it towards the other pillow on the bed.

"Cuddle me" You said and opened your arms and made grabby hands towards him. He ran his hand through your hair and kissed your forehead then stood up.

"I'll be back in a bit" He said then left the room. You turned around and covered yourself with the blanket and got comfortable. After a bit he came back, your back was turned to him. You felt the bed dip and him lifting the blanket slightly and you felt his cold feet against yours. You took in a sharp breath.

"Tan you're feet are cold" You said hiding a small smile. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to his body. You turned around and wrapped your leg around his hips and burried your head into his chest, taking in his scent. 

"Why'd you leave the room?" You asked.

"Locked the front door and turned the lights off" He explained, getting comfortable. You hummed and nuzzled your face into his chest. You pull away slightly and look at his shirt and look back at his face.

"What?" He asked innocently.

"Take the shirt off" You squinted your eyes at him. He let out a small laugh.

"You sure you want to?" He asked, hiding his smirk as he sat up and took his shirt off and threw it on the floor before going back to laying in bed. You softly slapped his chest and buried your face into his chest.

"No I just don't want to stare at my face when I cuddle you" You laughed into his chest. He chuckled and pulled you closer.

"You know I wear it when I'm away for work" He said as if it was a fun fact.

"Good to know you miss me while you're away" You joked.

"I'm always missing you" He added and put his hand up your shirt -well his shirt- and traced circles on your back.

"Really? I always thought you flirted with other women while you're away" You smirked and lifted your head slightly to see his face. He tusked and glared down at you. You smiled at him and he kissed the top of your head. Then there was a silence. A comforting silence. The sound of the rain hitting the window, the sound of the wind blowing outside. It was the perfect weather, and laying beside a perfect man. Life couldn't get any better.

"You know how you have the keys to my place, and I have the keys to your place?" Tangerine started, still tracing shapes on your bare back. You nodded, too tired and in pain to respond properly.

"Well I've been thinking for a while, and we've been dating for a long time" Tangerine started.

"Where are you going with this?" You asked lifting your head.

"Move in with me" He said simply looking into your eyes. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. Moving in with each other was a big deal, but what was the point of dating if it's not going anywhere?

"What do you say?" He asked still looking at you with hope in his eyes.

"Don't you live with Lemon?" You asked.

"He lives next door. He's just over a lot when you're over there because he loves you" Tangerine rolled his eyes, but you know that it's fake annoyance. He loved that the only other person he's ever cared about approves and loves you.

"Only if Lemon approves" You teased.

"Please he'd be the first person to help you move your things over there" He scoffed. You laughed and laid your head on his chest again.

"Well I'll have to pay off the rent for this month for this place" You explained and started worrying.

"I'll pay it off" Tangerine shrugged as if it was nothing.

"Fuck no" You lifted your head and glared at him.

"My love please" He sighed.

"No I am an independant woman, in a modern world and you, a man, are not going t- mmmph" You started your little speech about feminism but he cut you off with a kiss. Once he pulled away you slowly opened your eyes to see him with a cheeky smile.

"Some feminist, letting a man shut you up by kissing you" He teased. You glared at him and opened your mouth to say something but he beat you to it.

"Baby, you know I support women, I respect women, but please let me do this for you. I'd do anything for you, whether you'd like for me to or not" He said and kissed your slightly pouting lips.

"Okay" You whispered and laid back down on his chest.

"But only this one time, once I get my name on the lease at your place, I pay for half the rent" You explained.

"Lemon put your name on the lease already" Tangerine whispered, hoping you wouldn't hear.

"WHAT?" You sit up and stare at him.

"I told him to, it's been there for three days now, I just needed to find the courage to ask you" He gave your a sheepish smile. You laughed, but it turned into a wince when a new cramp hit.

"Woah take it easy" He sighed and made you lay back down on him.

"Tangerine, the man who kills for a living, the man who came home from a bullet train job with a bullet hole in his neck, the man who has countless of times slept with me, was nervous to ask me to move in with him?" You giggled into his chest.

"Alright" He mumbled and rolled his eyes with a smile on his face. "You're just asking for it now" He warned.

"You wouldn't, not when I'm literally bleeding out" You giggled.

"Oh yeah?" He threatened. You nodded. He started tickling your stomach making you fall into fits of giggles.

"S-stop Tan" You laughed as he continued to tickle you.

"I warned you" He laughed.

"S-stop I'm gonna piss my pants" You laughed, making him laugh even harder.

fin.

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Anybody else spending Halloween alone 💀 I hope one day I will have a group of friends that I can celebrate and make new experiences with 👻🎃

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"so wHY DONT YOU GIVE ME ONE MORE

chAAAAAAANCE"

-Gumball Waterson

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(before we get started i know none of this is whimsigoth but this is the only social media i have to show my trip to yall im so sorry plz dont crucify me)

GOOOOOD nothing like being in a different country and having the urge, no, the NEED to text an ex or flirt and sext, amirite ladies? FUCK.

Also! The red and white striped clothing you see woman wearing in some pictures are called Güipil. They are woven and worn with a traditional skirt (same weaving method is used but an entirely different pattern and style is used for skirts) by the Triqui people, which I am half :)! We are a fascinating group of indigenous Mexicans so if you have any questions please please ask away!! I wanna talk to yall about my people (or you could just google us but i miss you all :( so)

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Yknow, you only really hug the skin. Maybe the other organs are touch starved? Please hug a local liver, It’s feeling a bit lonely.

You know what’s fucked up to me? That I feel the need—now want, but in the beginning it was a feeling that it was my onus to fight. I grew up too fast, faced and burdened by the cruelties of the world. As a kid, I never wanted anything more than simplicity. Now? I feel it’s my duty—a chore, it seems at times—to worry myself to insanity over people I don’t know. I turn on the news and you know what I see? Chaos. Not controlled chaos. No. Pure, unrelenting, pain-fuelled chaos. My aspirations are now to go to law school instead of become a teacher or something simple that I’d enjoy. Not because of the money, no that’s not why I want to be a lawyer, but because I feel I owe it to the people who take the hate and violence I’m too scared to admit I should be shouldering too. These people came out and, even though there was the chance—almost guarantee—that they’d face violence, prejudice, hate, and be stripped of basic human rights. I should still be able to be a kid. Not because of my age or immaturity. But because I should be able to enjoy life; not fear it.

I miss the stinging feeling. Even how days after i cut, it still stung if u touched it or moved the wrong way. I miss being distracted by the way the pain made me feel.