Help My Poor Soul - Tumblr Posts
I think my sister needs help, here are some of her doodles in my notebook
Also my BF (????(I have no idea what we are)) like does not text me like ever, or as he does but not often, and I'm getting desperate I mean I'm totally completely obsessed with him like how can I get through this??? Because he is so amazing and wonderful and kind and everything like that!!!
I live him so so much!!!
But my mind sometimes wanders like what if he has a girlfriend that lives close to him? Or what if he just isn't interested in me anymore???
Like I can literally send him spicy pictures AND GET NO REACTION!!?!?!??!?!?!
Like WHATTTT
If he did that to me I would melt and die...
And before all this if I told him "Hey I'm ĥ°řn̈ƴ" he would at least react!!!
Like I can send him pictures of my 🐱 with 0 reaction!!!
Anyone have any advice???
I wish
I wish
I wish
I wish!
I wish I was a normal teen
Whos parents would not have to worry about me fucking killing myself
I wish I didnt have to call my mom because after 8.45 i cant use my phone.
I wish the real! Friend, I have that don't judge me for beaing upset, a nerd, my past whatever!
I wish she was in my class
I wish I could move out.
Move out and live on my own.
I won't have to worry about my family saying things that hurt my very fragile feelings every day.
I wish I could move out so I would not have to eat.
I wish I could live a normal teenage life filled whith friends, parties, family, the internet, decent grades,beaing liked...
Yk all that stuff.
I can not imagine a life without depression.
At this point I don't have any reason to keep going.
Why
Why me?
Please God I beg and plead take this pain away PLEASE i can't do this anymore!
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1. At first they were probably the biggest frenemies ever. Constantly teasing the other and trying to one up everyone else.
2. Lorenzo makes sweets a lot and has Luciano try them (he likes hearing the praise if Luciano outwardly states its good. Praise is his best friend.)
3. Lorenzo sometimes when he’s tired at night will snuggle up to Luciano wordlessly and just cuddle. Luciano allows this, albeit at times awkwardly.
4. Luciano can tell when Lorenzo gets in one of his “moods” and usually knows there is a reason behind it. The result is Lorenzo being pestered all day until he cracks.
Okay I read what I wrote last night at 1 am and HOW DO YOU WRITE FLUFF WITHOUT MAKING IT CLICHÈ , SOMEONE TEACH ME !!!!!!!!!!!!
And Also, HOW DO Y'ALL WRITE ACTUALLY SHORT FICS?? WITH NOT MORE THAN 1000 WORDS, HOW !!!!!!!??????
( ps. Sorry for the morning agression )
I MADE A WHOLE ASS DRAFT FOR MY MASTERLIST AND ALSO FOR TELLING YALL ABT SOME NEWS, NOW IVE FORGOTTEN HOW TO USE IT.😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🙈🙈🙈🙈
I think I help people a bit to much at times.
So I learned a down fall I have. I help people out alot. I don't have alot to give, but when I do I try and help as much as I can. The thing is I noticed when I need help no one is really there for me,and it sucks because I will always be there for them.
So, I'm currently experiencing art block, and it's so ughhh😔. And what a coincidence that I have an art project that's due in 13 days😃🖕.
School kills artists. Because tell me why the second school opened back in the beginning of July I don't even have time to pick up a damn pencil.
Anyways, gn pookies and pookettes
MMMMMMMMMM NIGHTMARE FUEL YAAAAY
@lovelymlem girl look
Unironiclly if someone made this 4 me I think I would actually fudging crumble. 🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🖤💋💋💋
Ur sparkle jump rope queen 👑
Sorry for my horrific filming skills but does anyone know why this is happening or how I can fix it😭😭 it recently started happening and even after buying a whole ass new pencil (not an apple one tho) and deleting and redownloading the app, nothing works💔 any tips or advice would be appreciated!!
Okay so um I emailed them about it bc honestly what else am I gonna do and they basically just said buy an apple pencil😭😭 like do I LOOK like I can afford one of those sticks
Sorry for my horrific filming skills but does anyone know why this is happening or how I can fix it😭😭 it recently started happening and even after buying a whole ass new pencil (not an apple one tho) and deleting and redownloading the app, nothing works💔 any tips or advice would be appreciated!!
I’m going back to school tomorrow, so I’ll be posting a lot less.
Hope you’re well! Can I request the slashers reacting to their s/o offering them a kiss and then pulling out a Hershey chocolate?
I'm actually doing great, thank you. and of course! this is so soft thank you for requesting!
slashers reactions to: their s/o offering a kiss, then pulling out a chocolate
Asa Emory / The Collector
visibly pleased. a kiss for him? he’ll even lean down a little for you if you can’t reach.
?????
asa is offended. how dare you trick him like this?!
plucks the chocolate from your hand and basically storms off.
do not expect him to lean down for you again. big grumpy here holds grudges. now you have to start begging to be kissed.
Billy Lenz
yes yes yes yes! very enthusiastic nodding.
his expression immediately drops when you hand him a piece of chocolate.
what the fuck is this?
very inspired by your joke, he pops the chocolate in his mouth and grabs you with both of his hands. things will get sticky very soon.
billy wants a real kiss! now hold still while he “romantically” shoves his tongue the chocolate in your mouth.
Bo Sinclair
very pleased with himself. that’s right, ask his permission first. gives his lips a little tap before leaning towards you. “alright, lay it on me.”
he… just stares at the chocolate in his hand at first before shaking his head, defeated. he’ll keep it in his pocket for now.
“think you’re funny, aren’t ya?”
would immediately grab you and trap you against the nearest surface.
impromptu makeout session time.
Brahms Heelshire
“yes, please.” brahms is always ready for a kiss.
except this kind. he’ll also stare at it in utter disbelief.
is this what betrayal feels like? BABY IS UPSET.
you better believe he’ll have a meltdown if you don’t give him a proper kiss. lying is bad! if you actually do comply, he’ll ask for another.
and another, because you lied to him. another one, because you hurt his feelings. and one more because you love him -
Bubba Sawyer
yay kisses for bubby!!! immediately leans towards you and puckers his lips. right here, please.
...oh, what’s this? for him? of course he’ll eat it! basically swallows the entire thing before returning to his previous position, lips puckered and all.
okay, now he’s ready. kiss please!
huh? it’s a joke? .....oh.
well, can he still get a kiss anyway? a real one?
Jason Voorhees
...o-oh yes, of course, please. makes sure to bend down so you can reach him if you happen to be shorter.
!!!!!! OH FRICK IS THAT WHAT YOU MEANT??? OH NO! HE’S SO EMBARRASSED!!!
takes the chocolate and tries to play it cool.
basically speedwalks away if you don’t stop him and explain the joke.
kiss him anyways. please. he’s dying of embarrassment.
Jesse Cromeans / Chromeskull
also very pleased with himself. might even remove his mask for you if he’s feeling playful.
most on board with the joke and actually laughs.
“keep it, I’ll get my own,” he’ll sign.
and where do you think you’re going? when he says he’ll get his own, he’s getting his own.
holds you by the neck and keeps you in place to steal some of his well-deserved kisses.
Michael Myers
blank stare. no, keep it to yourself.
more interested in the actual chocolate. in that case, hand it over. doesn’t care about the joke at all.
eats it immediately then leave a hand out without a word. more.
what do you mean you don’t have any more? he wants more. give.
grabby hands time. he’s not going to believe you until he’s given you a thorough searching.
Thomas Hewitt
don’t look too closely, you might see him blushing. another one who would bend down for you if you’re shorter.
!!!! oh, uh..... is this what you meant?
very flustered and just keeps it in his apron. awkwardly clears his throat afterwards.
ah, it was a joke? haha, yes, he knew it all along. tommy’s just playing.
please kiss him anyways.
Vincent Sinclair
good thing he has his mask on because this man is BLUSHING.
sits down and just stares at you in anticipation.
oh...... he’s a little disappointed but he’ll try his best to hide it.
haha yeah, funny joke ..... got him pretty good....
proceeds to zone out as he stares at the lone chocolate in his hand.
Brahms Heelshire W/ a S/O Who’s Afraid Of The Dark
A/n - Someone requested this but I’m not entirely sure who!
Also, a lot of the original ones were already in relationship HCs, but a good first half of this is pre-relationship. taking this job would f*cking suck if you’re afraid of the dark.
About a few months ago I made a post with Billy/Stu, The Lost Boys, Amanda Young, and Michael Myers(should be found through here). I still have not included anyone else from my list, but if asked by any of y’all I’d be very glad to make them. :)
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RZ Michael scenario where y/n is a nurse at Smith's. There's a lockdown & she's trapped in Michael's cell. Pls make it nsfw & hella fluffy. TY
Hell YEAH BABY. I got carried away im so sorry-
Michael
Today, of all days, why did it have to be the day that you traded your later lunch for an early lunch.
You had always managed to get the last lunch schedule; which happened to be close to two o’clock. At this point, you’d absolutely give anything to have the twelve o’clock lunch just once.
And that’s what you did. And hour or do before the the call for the twelve o’clock lunch sounded, you had asked the front nurse if there was an opening for at least one person at that lunch, or at least anyone willing to take her spot just for today in trade for the last lunch.
Flipping through the nurse charts, she picked out one file that was near the bottom.
“Joyce was moved for today down in corridor three for today, and we’ve been looking for someone to take her place for patient checkup today. For Myers. That’ll give you first call lunch.”
She pushed her glasses back up and looked at, awaiting a response.
You moved your head back slowly, a sigh of relief escaping your lips. You’d take it.
She handed you the key and went back to the routine click-clack of her keyboard after handing you the key to Myers cell.
Myers was a famous name around the lunch room and just about everywhere in the sanitarium, really. Most nurses commented on his chilling yet oddly attractive height, while other combatted them with hoe dangerous he was. One recalling how she was there when he snapped a guard’s leg for getting in his face.
Hey, all you had to do was check up on him, take his tray, and do a routine mattress inspection, there shouldn’t be anything to worry about.
His inspection was in a few minutes, so it wouldn’t hurt to do it now so that you could head to the cafeteria early.
Jingling the door keys, you make it to Michael’s cell. Stepping inside, your stomach dropped, only for a moment, however.
That was normal for you. It’s that unexpected pit of fear that you’d get entering anyones cell, but it never lasted that long, knowing that you’d be out of there in a flash anyways and guards were at the end of each hallway.
“Hi Michael. I’m you’re nurse for today, Joyce was moved to another corridor just for today.”
You’re voice was cheery, something that a lot of your other regulars enjoyed and got you patients who respected and acted well. Michael, however, didn’t say anything.
You close the door behind you, setting the keys in your skirt pocket.
“This should only take a few minutes. Now if you could stand up for me and move to the side, that would be great, please?”
Michael, sat at his desk, didn’t move at first, but eventually stood up. He was much taller than you’d expected, he towered over your small form. He moved to the side as you walked over to his desk, taking the tray from breakfast.
You set it on the little shelf under his door window for you to take when you left. There wasn’t too much room to move, considering there was enough for a desk, the bed, him, and maybe a nurse. his walls were covered with what looked like paper-mâché masks. He himself had an orange one on. Either way, the masks took a little more space from the room to walk.
You smiled up at him, tilting your head slightly, “I like your mask. Orange is my favorite color.” Once again, there was no answer, but that was common with some patients.
Turning back around, you stand at the foot of his bed, “I’m now going to do a mattress check, then I’ll be out of your way.
Lifting up each corner and running your hands across the sides and tops of the mattress you found nothing, expect a small paintbrush tucked in between the wall and the bed.
It wasn’t carved for a pointed end or anything like other patients would have, but it was mandatory that you should take it anyways. It could have been “hidden with the intent to harm someone or oneself.” But come on, it was a paintbrush, and Michael seems to actually use it for something else, he probably didn’t know it was there.
You felt eyes narrow in on you, the feeling was overwhelming. Almost scary.
You turned and held it out to Michael.
“I know I should take it, but I doubt you where going to use it. If you were you’d have it on you. Go on, this’ll be our little secret. I’d hate for you to not be able to make anymore masks.” You cheerfully offered
Michael’s hand slowly took the brush out of your hands and held it, remaining eye contact the entire time.
“Thank you for being cooperative, Michael. Hopefully I can be your nurse again another-”
Your sentence was cut off by a loud ringing that echoed off of the empty halls. It was the lockdown alarm. Normally they tell the nurses when a routine drill is happening but you didn’t get one... which.. meant that there was... an actual emergency
“Michael, if you could step back into the corner for me that would be amazing,” you said, but much more serious. The smile fading off of your face .
You slowly turned back to the door to open it before the automatic locks kicked in to not raise suspicion, but inside your heart was practically pounding at the door already.
You grabbed the door handle and pulled as hard as you could, expecting it to open for you. You were a nurse of course, you didn’t have to be locked in here.
The door didn’t budge.
It was locked. With you inside.
Stepping back, you bump into something firm. Gulping, you slowly turn to see Michael standing directly behind you.
You’d expect someone in this sort of place to think about how they’d kill you. Maybe he was going to use that brush and plunge it into your eye. But it was quite the contrary.
Michael appreciated your kindness, you had a likable spunk to you that the rest of the nurses just didn’t have. Maybe because they were dealing with mentally insane people all day, but at least you were a nice light in this place.
You looked to... innocent. For a place like this, at least. Micheal was still a man, after all. You looked very pleasing to his needs.
“M...ichael?”
By the look in his eyes you could tell he was thinking of something. You didn’t know what, but it couldn’t be something good.
Michael took a small step forward, making you step back. The another, and another, until the top of your legs touched the edge of his desk.
He had never wanted or desired to do this to a nurse, or anyone since he had gotten here, but you looked so pleasing to him. Delicious isn’t the right word for someone as twisted as him, but he just knew that he wanted you and that he was going to have you.
The guards would have all been down attending to another situation, so it was only you and Michael in the cell.
He reached down, moving a piece of your hair to the side of your worried face as another hand hiked up your skirt. The hand that had moved the hair was ready to quiet your screams, but instead you only blushed madly, looking to the side in embarrassment.
Pulling your underwear off, he lifted you up onto the desk with ease to match his height. Tugging at the small belt on his pants, he shoved them off and out of the way.
Your mind raced as you thought of how wrong this was, hoe you should be screaming for help and fighting back, but instead you eagerly scooted to the edge of the table. Closer to him.
The gasp that escaped your lips as his length was pushed into you was a mix of pain and confusion. You had a small feeling he would be big, but not this big. You clenched your legs together in an attempt to get comfortable with him, but he pushed them back open.
Your mouth was agape. Michael’s hand reach up and grabbed your face, pulling your face to his as another pulled you closer to him. Bringing you forward onto his entire length. The twitched of your eyelids and legs were enough for Michael to stay hard.
Leaning his forehead against yours, your face still in his hand, he began to thrust himself into you slowly, but picked up the pace the moment he could adjust to your small form.
Your body was limp for a moment, the only way to stay in this position was to wrap your arms around Michael neck, which you did. At this rate, there was no getting used to Michael’s length, but you couldn’t deny that this was better than anything you’ve ever had before.
The wailing of the alarm was loud enough to drown of your own moaning. With each hard thrust came an equally powerful moan. Michael gripped your hips with both hands as you set your back against the wall. There was nothing to hold onto but the desk itself that was leaving scratch marks on the painting brick.
Your legs quivered with need as his cock continued to ravage your insides for what seemed like hours. You had already came but there was no use in attempting to speak. It’s not like your overstimulated body would be capable of producing words.
One of Michael’s hands ripped open your blouse, gripping your breast as he pushed his head onto your neck. Your hand running through his hair as he did so.
He was close, very close. As tight as you were he wondered how he had lasted so long, but it wouldn’t be too much longer. The clapping of his skin against your sped up as he did everything to push himself over.
You cried out his name as his final thrust buried himself deep inside you, spilling every last drop of his seed. His nails made cuts into your hips and ass while he firm grip left purple bruises.
As he pulled out you went limp against the wall, attempting to think about what to do next. The alarm had gone off about 30 seconds ago and the guards would be doing their rounds to make sure nobody else was causing trouble.
You stumbled off of the desk, pulling up your panties and up your skirt. Your legs were still shaking, you doubted you’d be able to walk in the heels you came in with.
Michael had already pulled up his pants and stood in front of the door so that nobody would see you as you bashfully buttoned up your blouse. Your hands were pretty shaky too, struggling to get the buttons in the correct slot. Michael bent down and buttoned the last three for you.
You head heavy footsteps approaching the end of the hallway as a guard could be heard lock checking each door. Panic spread throughout your body at you fixed your hair and wiped the tears off of your cheeks. Even attempting to control your shaking.
Michael brushed the hair out of your face once again and fixed himself, standing behind you as the guard looked through Michael’s cell window.
“What the- where you in here this whole time?”
You nodded. Michael’s hidden hand rested inside the top of your pants, making you blush madly once again.
“Did he touch you?”
You shook your head, “No, sir.”