Correction:

the self care industry will sell you face masks and teas and whatnot so i'm here to remind you not to forget the most important self care activity which is masturbation

New ask game:

Reblog if you want your followers to tell you what your trademark ™️ is. Like, what’s that thing that really identifies you.

Eddie is such a pitiful, simpy boyfriend—he hates your stuffed animals, they get more cuddle time than him.

God forbid you have one big one you like to sleep with, he'll roll away from you and pout, muttering out a poor, extra shrill imitation of your voice, "Oh, Eddie, I love you so much—just not as much as I love Mr. Gordo. Mr. Gordo takes precedence. If I were the captain of the Titanic, I'd tell all the officers to say, 'Women, children, and Mr. Gordo first,' just so I could leave you to drown and start a new life with my true lover."

The trope I appreciate very much

Hey OP? I want you to know that this post changed my life. I have seen it three times now, and while life is still pretty hard, I have focused on increasing my calories and gaining some weight because you know what? You're right.

not to sound bitter but i hope hurting me haunts you for years

You ever look at some art your mutual made and you just sit there in stunned silence and awe that one of your friends is out there making jaw-dropping beautiful art just for the hell of it

How it feels when your friend who you have wacky and silly conversations and jokey-joke haha times with makes something that's so good it changes your brain chemistry

me messaging a casual acquaintance: hello, how are you?

me messaging a best friend w/zero lead-in:

thinking about him

⟡ Honey, Lemons, And Apple Pie ⟡

(Alpha!Doctor!Steve Harrington x Omega!Fem!Reader x Rockstar!Alpha!Eddie Munson)

You’ve always known in your heart and soul that you are destined to be an omega, scent matched to your bestfriend, Eddie Munson. No matter how hard you try, you can’t shake that feeling. Even Eddie gave up on you. Even if you are almost 30 and still haven’t presented. But when you meet a sexy, goofy doctor, things change drastically. And fast. It doesn’t help that your past is coming back to haunt you.

Warnings: Angst between Eddie and reader(but he makes up for it I swear and Steve is there being sweet and perfect to soothe the burn), best friends to lovers, alpha!Eddie Munson, Alpha!Steve Harrington, Omega!Fem!Reader, mentions of Reader being in therapy in the past and it’s implied that she has shitty parents, soo much flirty banter, pet names, typical omegaverse behaviors, knotting, scenting, marking, heats, rough unprotected sex, minor Steddie, one mention of blood, spanking, choking, pussy eating, hair pulling, face fucking, Eiffel Tower, cum eating happy ending! WK: 17k💀 18+MDNI!

You’ve made a nice life for yourself. You have a good job at a social media advertising company and you were able to save up enough to buy yourself a small two bedroom house. You have your cat, mochi, and your best friend, Lina. Who's also your personal assistant. You have lunch together every weekday and brunch on Sundays. Your life isn’t boring, per say, it’s comfortable. But no matter what you do to try and make yourself happy and secure you always feel like something is missing. What makes it even worse? Is that you know exactly what that void inside of you is and you have no idea how to fix it. 

Ever since you were old enough to understand what secondary genders were, you knew you were an omega. Everything in your body and soul told you so. But you’re almost thirty years old and you’ve still yet to present. You thought at first maybe you were just a late bloomer, trying anything and everything the doctors suggested to get your omega to come out. Not only did you not want to disappoint your mother who always assumed you’d be an omega because she is. You also knew for a fact in your heart of hearts that your best friend was meant to be your alpha. 

I think this covers all my in-real-time emotions and reactions, in order of appearance, while reading the downright dastardly dirty deeds in this fic! 😍

Thank you so much for this insanely angsty, fluffy, sexy piece of art you beautiful human! 🫵🏽❤️

come play blorbos with me

we can do tghis. our touy

Secret Garden, Disregard my Heart.

Yeah. I know. Random. Bound to happen. No, I still haven't seen the movie. Yes, I will very soon. This is a short little thing for (and because of) @glassbxttless (also, I get to see Spiritbox today, so this title is a little nod. And I kind of love a lot of Spiritbox songs for Michael? Maybe if I write more I'll use some others.)

Pairing: Michael x female!reader

Warnings: the gif? no, but seriously; 18+ only, your roommate is willing to help however he can; cuddly sex, breeding kink if you squint

Again, I haven't seen the movie yet, just a series of clips. This is probably so grossly out of character and makes no sense, but it's here. I'm sorry.

Miserable.

That was the best way to sum up your day. Your head felt like a dumbbell, with all the pressure of a balloon on the verge of popping. But there was nothing for it. You just had to wait it out.

There were things you could have tried to alleviate the symptoms, but who on earth had the energy for all that?

No. Vegetating on the couch was the preferred option.

YAY! Tara!? I knew you were working on great things and we'd be blessed soon but DAMN!!? 😍😍😍 I also have not seen this movie, but from the snippets and other fics I've read with Michael...flawless delivery! 😭❤️

the intensity of his stare really got me in this! I loved how it was a bit awkward/spur-of-the-moment but sexy and impulsive just like Michael! SO well done! 😘