just tired of listening to people whine

Practice Buddy (pt. 1)

Originally posted by sugutie

Characters: Jungkook x Y/N, Jimin x Y/N
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Word count: 5k

MASTERLIST

You were Jungkook’s best friend-practice buddy for his crush in college, but when you attempt to get into a relationship with someone new, Jungkook can’t help but to feel hurt.

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How You Sleep/Cuddle

How you sleep/cuddle and someone catches you and takes pictures of the cute moment

 h/t stands for hometown 

 Scott McCall 

 You were at Scott’s house and didn’t bother to knock because you had a key, and Scott was expecting you to be there at some point in time that day. You walked in the living room to see he’d fallen asleep on the couch. Shirtless you might add. You couldn’t help but stare at the sight and get a little turned on. That was until Scott mumbled “its rude to stare you know.” “Not staring…… admiring.” You told him while smirking. Then walked over and laid on top of his back. You didn’t need a blanket since Scott was like his own freaking furnace. You fell asleep on top of Scott. You don’t know how long you slept but it must have been awhile because you were awoken by the click of a camera and opened your eyes to see Stiles and Melissa with cameras giggling like little gossiping school girls. You were snapped out of your thoughts by “y/n you drooled all of my back.” Said Scott in a whiny little kid voice. Stiles laughed so hard he fell and Melissa had to sit down.

 Stiles Stilinski 

 You were going on a long trip all the way across country to visit Stiles family that couldn’t come to you’re wedding. You and Stiles decided to see his family a day after the wedding and then fly down to The France to visit Isaac and go on your honeymoon, the fly back and drive home with John, Stiles father since he went with you to see his family. John was driving at the moment since you and Stiles were both still tired from your wedding the day before. Stiles was in the back seat asleep and you were in the front quietly talking to John. It had been a few hours since you last stopped so you stopped at a gas station to refuel and take a potty break. Stiles shuffled into the bathroom. You giggled when he came out he had a very sleepy face and a little drool on his cheek. His hair was a mess and he was looking at food. When you finally all were back on the road Stiles whined from the back seat “Y/n” he dragged your name out. “I need someone to cuddle.” “I’m talking.” You tried to tell him but he wouldn’t quit so John told you to get some rest and kissed the top of your head before you climbed back there. You laid you’re head against Stiles chest and he played with your hair until you both fell asleep. When you woke up, it must have been at least 7 hours later. You heard a bunch of “AWWWWS” and camera’s clicking. You and Stiles looked at each other before he said ignore them and held you closer and tried to go back to sleep. “Stiles.” You started sweetly knowing you would have to sweet talk your way into him letting go. “I love you and your an amazing husband.” He grumbled knowing where this was going. “I really have to pee.” You whined. He mumbled something incoherent but let you go and got out of the car and went straight to the couch and fell sleep. 

 Jackson Whittemore 

 You and Jackson liked to cuddle when you sleep. It didn’t surprise you because he had always been a very touchy feely person. You guys usually slept with with you’re face buried in his neck and him playing with you’re hair as he held you tight. This night was like every other night except your parents had come to visit from your h/t. You and Jackson always had a tendency to wake up late in the day since you stayed up late at night. Well you were half asleep when you heard giggles then grunts from beside you then more giggles. Your mother had come up to check on you and thought it was adorable you slept like this, so she took pictures and sent them to everyone she knew. You could tell Jackson was awake and he didn’t like people waking him up so you tried to get up to get you mother out, but Jackson had other ideas and kept a tight grip on you. “Mom get out…… and Jackson let goooooooo.” You whined but neither really listened because you mom got your dad and Jackson just went back to sleep so you did to. 

 Peter Hale

 There was a pack meeting at Derek’s house and you were trying to listen but you were really tired from studying for your college classes, and kept almost falling asleep and even drooling on Peter a little. He absolutely loved seeing you this way because you looked all cute and innocent. He finally gave in and interrupted Derek and said, “Excuse me Derek.” To which Derek started glaring at him but shut up. “Y/n spent all night studying and won’t quit drooling on me so I’m gonna take her upstairs to let her take a nap.” Everyone looked at him. They always saw him as cold and dead in the inside but around you he was a good person. He carried you bridle style. After he laid you down you thanked him and expected him to leave but felt the bed sink in behind you and he curled up next to you. He let you use on of his arms as a pillow and on the other you guys held hands. He fell asleep in the arms of your best friend. He was awoken by the sound of people opening the door but ignored until they started taking pictures. He knew you were dead asleep and wouldn’t wake up so he looked at them and gave them all a death glare and eventually they all left but still kept swapping photos and talking about it.

 Isaac Lahey

 I lived with my best friend Isaac and since Derek kicked him out and the McCalls took me in when my single father went into the army and had to move away for awhile. Since there was only one guest bedroom Isaac and I bunked since he was my best friend and we weren’t dating…… yet. Isaac and I also had to share a bed but it was really big. It didn’t matter that it was big anyways since we almost always cuddled. This time was the same and he slept with his head against my chest. He told me once that it made him feel safe. Like his father couldn’t get to him anymore and that if something happened he was right there to protect me. I loved this and let him do it because he was vulnerable and it made my heart break for him because he hates being vulnerable. It was early in the morning when I heard the door open. I’m a light sleeper and Isaac wasn’t ever since he moved here so I didnt expect him to wake up. I was going to ignore the door until I heard whispering. Melissa and Lydia were talking the I thought I heard someone call Scott over. They quietly whispered to each other as they tiptoed in. I heard one snap and finally got annoyed and opened my eyes and tried to move to see what they were doing. They all snickered at my actions. “Stop moving……. and get out of here guys.” Isaac said to me and then Scott Melissa and Lydia. They snickered again but left.

 Aiden

 It had been a long day at school with two tests and three pop quizzes, and to add on all the stuff going on in the supernatural world. I shared an apartment with Aiden, my boyfriend, Ethan, his twin, and Danny didn’t technically live here or pay rent but he stayed at least 3-4 nights a week with his Ethan, since they were boyfriends. It was late at night and tomorrow was Saturday so I just wanted to go to bed and sleep till noon tomorrow. I plopped down next to Aiden on the bed as he was just scrolling through twitter on my phone talking about how he was hotter than all the guys I follow and how I follow to many. I rolled my eyes and took my phone from him. Aiden had a weird thing where he likes to rest his head on my stomach and hold on to my waist. He curled up into my side and like usual did this. I started playing with his hair until he fell asleep. After about an hour of scrolling through Pinterest I fell asleep happily. I wasn’t awoken till I heard Ethan and Danny trying not to burst out laughing. I was so tired I didn’t even notice how Aiden was sleeping. I heard some pictures being taken then Ethan muttering “my brother is such a perv even when he’s asleep.” Then I realized what he was talking about as I looked down and Aidens head was on the bed slobbering and his arm was up to top resting on my boob. I woke up completely and glared at Ethan and Danny. I realized Aiden was now awake because I saw him smirk the start massaging my boob. I hit his arm trying to make him let go so they wouldn’t hear me moan. They got grossed out and left after they saw me frantically trying to grab the blanket at my feet to cover up. 

Jordan Parrish

 I was at my boyfriend Deputy Jordan Parrish’s apartment and it was raining really hard outside. We were inside eating popcorn as he was trying to help me with my algebra homework because I didn’t understand it and he was good at algebra. I got a call from my dad, the Sheriff. “Hey sweety, it’s raining really hard here and the streets are completely flooded so I want you to stay at Parrish’s house for a few days or at least until the water goes down.” “Ok Dad it’s raining bad here to be safe and tell Stiles I love him. Bye love you.” “Love you too sweety.” Then he hung up. I hope this wasn’t inconveniencing Jordan but my dad didn’t seem to care. Probably because he was his boss. And the Sheriff. I went to ask Jordan if I could stay. But he must have noticed because before I could speak he told me “I heard and don’t worry I want you to stay I love having you here and it’s not like you could even leave.” “You are the best most handsome perfect boyfriend in the world.” I told him as I walked over and sat on my lap and kissed him. He chuckled. We stayed for about three days together trapped in Jordans apartment before I got another call from my dad saying he was sending Stiles to get me in the morning. Jordan and I fell asleep in his bed with his arms tightly around me from behind and his face in my neck breathing my scent to calm him enough to fall asleep. In the morning I heard Stiles laugh and take a picture of sometimes on his phone. I noticed what he was laughing about when I felt slobber on my neck and in my hair. I kicked him lightly and whined “Joooordaaan you slobbered on meee.” He sat up slowly and chuckled as he wiped it the best he could with the blanket. I tried to go back to sleep. “Wait how did you get in” Jordan asked Stiles. “Uhhh I had a key made duh.” He says like it was the most normal thing in the world. Jordan just stared at him probably not surprised by my weird brother anymore.

 Derek Hale

 Derek and I shared his loft but the pack was there a lot so we didn’t get much alone time. Liam was really tired so I lead him to Derek and I’s room and let him sleep on the bed. Derek was not very happy with me because he wanted to take a nap together. “Derek I feel bad for the poor kid he’s so young and innocent he shouldn’t have to go through this he’s just a kid. They all were.” I said talking about the rest of the pack. I always felt the motherly instincts and most of the time the pack considered Derek and I the mother and father of the whole group. “And what do you think we were when life hit us in the gut. We all got dealt a crappy hand but we all make it better for each other by having each other’s back honey, so don’t feel so bad.” Derek said as he tried to calm me down. I just nodded and laid down on the couch to try and take a nap. He chuckles “oh no you don’t you gave away our bed I’m taking the couch it’s not my fault we have no bed.” Derek said. “There’s enough room for you.” I tried to reason with him so I could stay. I patted the spot beside me he gave a skeptical look but came over anyways. He barely fit on the couch and his butt was kinda slipping off but he threw his leg over mine, and I buried my head in his chest. I smiled when I felt out dog, that was practically out baby jump on Derek then the top of the couch to go to sleep. It was the whole family napping on the small couch I thought to myself than fell asleep. When I woke up Derek was already awake and trying to move away without waking me. He whispered sorry but I just smiled at him. Isaac, Lydia, and Allison were all laughing and sharing photos, of what I figured was us on the couch. I smiled when Derek got up and walked away mumbling grumpily something about privacy. 

 Liam Dunbar

 Third person POV

 Liam and Y/n have been dating for a while now, and to get away from all of the supernatural stuff going on, Liam sneaks into her bedroom at night so they can talk and cuddle until they fall asleep. Y/n’s parents weren’t home when he woke up the next morning so he decided to make her a nice breakfast. ………………….. he didn’t succeed. Y/n woke up to the smell of something burning and Liam wasn’t by her side so she put two and two together and thought he was trying to burn her house down. Sarcasm intended. She shuffled down the stairs in her blanket cocoon, and looked at him trying to make breakfast. He heard her and looked over and gave her puppy dog eyes to try and make her help him. She sighed and walked over to him still half asleep. She just put her arms around his mid section with he blanket and snuggled into his side. She was peaceful until she heard the small snap of a picture being taken. She saw her best friend Isaac standing there smirking. 

 Theo Raeken

 Third person POV

 Theo loved to have random movie nights with his girlfriend to take off the edge of his supernatural life. Honestly y/n loved them to. It was time for them to forget about their worries and spend time in each other’s arms. They were at y/n’s house since only her twin brother was home. They were watching Finding Nemo for the thousandth time since this was one of y/n’s favorite movies. Theo got up and went to get some more popcorn. When he got back his girlfriend had turned her body taking up most of the couch and sighed but then got and idea and set the popcorn her coffee table Theo jumped on y/n and made he squeal. After that he got himself situated in between her legs with his head resting against her chest. Halfway through the movie y/n looked down and just stared at him as he watched the movie. “You know your staring is getting s little creepy.” Jackson y/n’s brother said to her. She rolled her eyes and cradled his head into her. Jackson grabbed his phone and took a picture for twitter with the caption she wouldn’t stop staring so I took a picture so it would last longer😍 

 Brett Talbot 

 You and Brett were newlyweds, and visiting you parents house while the bathroom in your house was redone. Brett was a massive guy so you two had to buy a bed according. Unfortunately in your old room your bed was only a full size and wasn’t very long so it was hard to fit you both. You and Brett really had no choice but for you to pretty much lay on top of him which you guys normally wouldn’t mind but your old room was in the attic and it was summer so it got really hot adding on to the fact that Brett’s a freaking heater of his own. You guys were wearing very little clothing so you wouldn’t get as hot and just sprawled out across each other. 

 Third person POV 

 Y/n’s sister came up to the attic to wake her sister and Brett for breakfast. When she saw the way they were sleeping she couldn’t help but smile and take a picture. Which woke Brett up with his werewolf hearing. “Hey” he said lazily to his sister in law. “Breakfast is ready.” She told him knowing he loves food. He peeked right up just as she expected. He didn’t even bother to properly wake up his wife. He grabbed he waist sat up and carried her down the stairs through her on the couch and went to eat breakfast while she stared daggers into his scull and he smirked.

 Hey guys I just wanted to know how you feel about the way I set this up. Some of these I used different ways of writing in 1st 2nd and 3 POV so if you guys will message me or comment and tell me what you prefer I will start doing it that way and if enough people tell me they like it one way I will change this entire preference to be like that. Sorry some of these are longer than others it’s kinda hard to do some of the pictures and it took me 3 hours to write this but it was worth it. Please tell me what you think and please request!!!

i know i’m supposed to educate, educate, educate. that nonviolence and pleading and praying and explaining until my tongue turns numb is the face of activism as it stands. that my rage would deny my message. that lashing out would invalidate my pain. that if i step out of line those who “would have” listened are suddenly against me. 

“congrats,” he says on facebook, “i was an ally. i see now that gay people are just as awful as everyone said. hope you burn in hell.” 

he’s replying to a comment that said “straight people are crazy”. 

we kneel, we’re disrespectful. we rally, we’re rioting. we speak out and we’re sent death threats. it’s very tiring to always have to be quiet. it’s very tiring when they like you being quiet, because it makes it easy for you to be ignored. i’m just a voice on the internet, what do i know about anything? just the other day a man sent me a message telling me i was “a bullying selfish bitch”. i mean a personal direct message that was hostile and invasive. 

that’s the thing. i’m supposed to turn the other cheek. that i take literal violence against me and my kind and make the best of it. please don’t hit me. please don’t kill me. if i shout you down, i’m asking for it. i don’t know. i’ve been abused before. maybe that’s why it’s not unfamiliar as an idea. the fist comes down if i ask too loudly. when i’m complaining i’m whining. that the best way to my abuser’s heart is just to be good and kind and get out by living. 

the thing is that there’s no changing an abuser. they only realize they’re abusive when another person they respect tells them it’s true. my voice means nothing to them until then. i’m just tired. i’m tired of every single post begging for people to listen, and every single person who ignores it. i’m tired. i’m tired. the people who are against me aren’t here to be educated, they’re not here to debate in gentle terms, they’re here to destroy me. 

how do i get it back. how do i believe in other people again. how do i learn how to sit quietly and do my best. how do i change the minds of people who question if i’m even a person. and why is that my job. 

“male tears?” he writes, “fuck women. what have men ever done to you? i hope a man puts you in your place one day.”

anonymous asked:

Literally why can't your anons make their own life decisions like?? You don't like a song? Don't listen. You don't agree with a blog? Unfollow. Your patience is incredible tbh xx (and mine is terrible cause I'm hanging out for your fic!!)

this is my issue hahaha like i’m not going to defend some of harry’s lyrics. i fully realize that his album isn’t a feminist or empowering album for women and it relies on some tired rock tropes about women - i reblogged that independent article quote that called him out for that yesterday because i think it should be acknowledged, but it’s not like i can do anything about it. if people are uncomfortable with the album or certain songs, i completely respect their decision to not listen to them, but i’m not really down with anons just whining in my inbox about stuff that i’ve already acknowledged and can’t change.

also rip i’m sorry! sooooo soon. so soon.

anonymous asked:

i have to admit my dislike for clary grow with every episode lmao. i just do not give a damn about her sorrows and i get annoyed every time she whines how everything is her fault and so on. like gosh, get over yourself please. i also hate hate HATE how jace treats her and puts her on a pedastal while constantly shitting on his parabatai (who is supposed to be his best friend/brother/part of him) in the process. i am getting so so tired of that .. alec lightwood deserves better 2kforever.

All of this.  I just. don’t. like. her.  For not knowing anything about the shadow world she is annoyingly entitled. Like, why don’t you listen to the people who actually know what they are fucking doing?? 

Jace and Alec are another thing.  Stop dismissing your paratabai’s concerns because you have a thing for someone you’ve just met (especially when Alec has every right to be wary of a stranger who is so connected to people who want to destroy his world.  I know Clary means no harm, but Alec doesn’t know that, so doesn’t trust her and he doesn’t have to.).  Then Clary being somewhat jealous over the paratabai connection between Jace and Alec (“it’s oddly intimate” ) irritates me. What is it to you?? 

I know I’m being petty with a lot of my dislike for Clary, but not even my intense love for Isabelle helps.  Eveything Clary does and says annoys me.  

rikudiora  asked:

I feel like I failed today. Ever since I've started to see hypocrisy and hate among the left I've done my best to still follow heavily left leaning people so that I don't stop experiencing both sides of the arguments, but today I went through most if not all my social media and unfollowed/unfriended a large amount of them. I just don't want to listen to them anymore, and that makes me disappointed in myself. I wanted to keep an open mind, but I just feel so sick and tired of all the whining...

Both sides are pretty hard to listen to. You can still be friends with people, just try to ignore them or encourage mutually respectful conversation

Does this sound like I’m whining?

I’m tired of most of the people around me in real life are constantly talking about their relationships knowing that I’m single. Not that I’m going, “Oh god I want a boyfriend,” even though I would like one, more like that’s the only thing they ever talk about, bitch about and ask me my opinion on their problems. Like I’m just some agony uncle to listen to their problems and then they go and bugger off and then come back to bitch again.

I’m just going to stop letting them into making that the conversation because it’s tiresome and uneventful. Like I’m just there for that. Also it doesn’t help that most of them don’t understand my demisexuality and say, “Just go out and meet people” and no matter how many times I explain it they just do not get it.

Simply put I am tired of being used by others as a beating bag to bitch about their relationship drama. If they want to converse and be my friend then you know, act like it.

A Man in Uniform

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: There’s just something about a man in uniform that makes them an infinite amount more attractive. 
Words: 1,927
Warnings: probably nothing
Notes: for anon — i tried 👽


Originally posted by karinoktober


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No Swearing

Request: Will you please do #48 from the prompt with Peter?

Prompt: 48. I bet you can’t go 24 hours without cussing.

Warnings: swearing

“Fucking bloody hell!” Peter grumbled, pouting. 

“Awe, what’s the matter little boy?” You teased him.

“I’m not a fucking little boy, Y/N!” He snapped. “Nothing’s going right today. Everything’s gone to shit! I don’t even know why the fuck nothing is going how I want it!”

You rolled your eyes. Peter, your boyfriend, was acting like an immature child today. He kept pouting and whining. Kept exploding on people and swearing like no other. He had a sailor mouth, but it wasn’t this bad. Usually. But now he was throwing swears left and right.

“Just calm down, Peter. It’s just a rough day–”

“Don’t tell me to fucking calm down!” He cut you off. “It’s not just a rough day! Those dumbass Lost Boys aren’t listening to a single thing I tell them, and I’m tired of their shit. They need to learn how to fucking listen! Don’t tell me to calm the fuck down!”

You sent him a glare. Currently, you and Peter were in the treehouse you both lived inside of. Well, slept in for the most part. You crossed your arms over your chest. He was beginning to irritate you. And you didn’t tolerate people who irritated you.

“Okay, Pan, let me set one thing straight with you,” you told him bitterly. “You never cut me off. You never speak to me like that. And you never use such a tone with me. I don’t give a fuck who you are. You do not speak to me like that.”

You were setting him in his place. You hated it when people cut you off and spoke to you in such an ill-mannered way. You didn’t tolerate it one bit. “I’m sick of your attitude today, Peter. Those boys are trying their best–”

“Well their best isn’t enough,” he cut you off a second time. You sent him another deadly glare, his eyes widening.

“What did I just fucking say?” You snapped at him this time.You sighed, but smirked. “I bet you can’t go twenty-four hours without cussing.

“What’s that got to do with anything?” He spat. Another smirk rose to your face.

“Because you’re too angry. And anger with you leads to you cussing up a storm. I’m sick of it. So no swears at all for a full twenty-four hours.”

“And what happens if I break this bet?” He cocked a brow up at you, tone hollow.

You walked up to Peter, who was standing closer to the bed you guys shared. You gently pushed him down so he was sitting. You sat on his lap, legs wrapping around him. You got super close to his face, lips almost touching.

“If you lose,” you hushed, “then none of this. No sex. No kisses. No hugs. Not even touching. For two weeks.”

You leaned your head back, getting off the now dazed boy. Peter snapped out of his trance, standing back up.

“What? No! That’s not fair! Two weeks, and no touching? How? Where the hell would you sleep?”

“The question would be, where would you sleep. I wouldn’t be moving beds. You’d be the loser. And don’t argue on that with me, because we both know you will lose.” You pointed your finger at him, giving him a stern look.

“This bet starts now. You have a full twenty-four hours. You cannot say any swear. Not even hell, friggin, or crap. You lose, no physical interaction for two weeks, and you sleep somewhere. I’m sick of your attitude, Pan. Clean it up. You swear a lot more when you’re angry, so let’s see how this will pan out.”

Peter didn’t dare argue. He kept his mouth shut for the moment, thinking of something to say. He waved his pointer finger at you, smirking. He only had one thing to say. 

“Peter Pan never fails,” he simply said, voice husky.

He walked out, and you walked behind him. This was going to be interesting. The boy inserted swear and cuss words in his every day language when he wasn’t angered. This was going to be hard for him, and you knew it would be.

All throughout the day, Peter tried his best not to let a single swear leave his mouth. He didn’t realize how much he used them in his every day life. He kept almost slipping, starting to say it, but would cut himself off. This was going to be a long twenty-four hours.

“Slightly, quit fuc–effing… quit effing up.” Peter said through his teeth, lowly growling at himself. He had to speak so differently and use words he’d never use because they sound stupid.

Slightly giggled at Peter, nodding. He walked away, continuing on what he was doing. Peter grumbled and turned to you, who was still watching him to make sure he didn’t cheat.

“Do I have to do this for a full twenty-four hours?” 

You nodded your head. “Yep. You’re not getting out of this.”

Another groan left his throat. He felt like he was in hell. He couldn’t cuss or swear. He couldn’t even say crap? This was ridiculous. Absurd. This was making him angrier more than anything.

“Try telling the boys what to do in a less angered manner. Use kinder words. Then you won’t feel the need to swear, Peter.” You walked up to him, pecking him on the cheek. You walked away then, going to help the Lost Boys, but Peter grabbed you by the wrist, gently pulling you back.

“Use kinder words, my…” he trailed off, not finishing the sentence. He quickly kissed you on the lips. “And don’t be a tease.”

Your mouth slightly fell agape. “I wasn’t being a tease! I merely kissed your cheek.”

“You know I always want more,” he told you. You only rolled your eyes at him in response.

***

Within the entire twenty-four hours, Peter almost failed. He nearly said multiple cuss words before stopping himself. At one point, he silenced himself, though that only lasted ten minutes. The boy couldn’t stay quiet for the life of him. 

“You’ve two minutes left, Peter,” you smirked. You bit your bottom lip.

“Two minutes? We know what happens if I lose. What if I win?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. But you can fuck up in any second,” you giggled at him. 

But just like Peter said, he never failed. It was a deep struggle for him, but he made it. 

“Bloody fucking hell, I am so glad that torture is over, oh my fuck.”

You gave him a look, smacking him on the arm. “My God, boy. Cussing up a storm already? Calm down.”

“See, I won and you lost. Now what should your punishment be for losing, hm?” 

You rolled your eyes at Peter. He wasn’t going to do anything rash. You knew that. But you also weren’t looking forward to his suggestion.

“How about you do whatever I tell you to do for a full twenty-four hours? I like the sound of that,” he tilted his head.

A smile formed on your lips. “No! Peter!”

“Yes,” he dragged the word out, smiling wide. He wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you into him. You laughed and squealed. 

“Peter, let me go!” You laughed.

“No way. You have to do whatever I want you to for an entire day. Be prepared, my lady.” Peter kissed the top of your head.

length: 1 166 words

summary: Tony and Steve got talked into watching a documentary about haunted houses. Night comes and Tony sleeps calmly, Steve is not so lucky.

a/n: fic requested by @amazingmsme and a little bit inspired by the fact, that last friday I went to a horror marathon, so I feel you, Steve. in May contributing to Civil Union Fest too!

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Tick tac, tic tac, tic tac..

The minutes were passing and he couldn’t sleep. He was tucked in bed, surrounded by comforting darkness, New York night aura and the moon being the only source of light, and Tony’s calm breathing the only sound. There wasn’t even a clock ticking, as Tony preferred electric clocks, so he counted the seconds in his mind, imagining the sound of the old clock, he had back in his childhood, the one he used to listen to, waiting for his mom to come back home from a night shift at the hospital.

Steve closed his eyes and swallowed, wishing for the sleep to come faster. He almost immediately opened his eyes, not finding comfort.

This was getting ridiculous.

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INFJ Confession #964

People suggest ‘opening up’ when you’re down, so you don’t get depressed. I just don’t feel like friends care enough, so I don’t whine to them. I’ve tried opening up to two girlfriends yet, the first got tired after a month, said she couldn’t give what I was asking for, and left for another guy, about whom I had a bad feeling about but I cast aside as paranoia, and the second isn’t as eager to listen or comfort anymore. IMO opening up is overrated. Cry, scream, think or anything, but do it solo.