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What's your mood today?
I feel like Odetari's SMB.
"Should I be mad too? Cause I be mad!"
This specific lyric.

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Like goddamn it's 2025 already, why do some pple still romanticises rape? Don't come at me "it's just fiction" babe that's still wrong even in fiction. I don't want that in the romances I read "just don't read it then" well I can't do that if every single romance is that... Right? Like wake up! These "red flag" MLs doing those shit to you wouldn't be hot, it's just pretty privilege also really??, most of these men are basic looking asf.

OH don't even get me started on the pedo-ish themes! That new fucking vampire BL bec idk why is it a damn high schooler and yall are like "he's the top" like idc if he's 100+ year old or wtv, from 1st chapt he acted like a kid and looks like a kid! Like damn?? Shota oni also aswell... I could name a few others too but the authors made them a rapist for some reason and sex crazed

Idc if I'm complaining abt this on an illegal site where authors won't even care, it's not also authors that's the problem it's the consumers making those "spicy" things popular. It's fiction yes you can fantasize or wtv but damn it is NOT sexy that the MC is being coerced.

Feel free to change my mind but I keep running into cakeverse shit and it’s the most snooze fest I’ve ever seen.

Omegaverse? The power dynamics, societal perceptions, prejudice, sexism, and class divide are all things I’ve seen explored in the universe that I think are strong world building that feels grounded in reality with enough wiggle-room for each author to put a spin on it (depending on the seriousness of the tone.)

But Cake-verse promises something edgy. “There are Cakes and the forks are attracted to their smell and taste and want to eat them!” It’s like cannibalism but NONE of the authors ever want to dive into those kind of stories. It has so much potential to have a psychological horror narrative of pleasure, fear and regret. but no. The Fork just has a kink for swallowing cum. Like you did not need a whole ass universe for some guy who likes to swallow. You can just make it a regular guy. The cakeverse barely adds anything to the world besides uhh forks can’t smell or taste so now they have a rape kink? They barely bite too?? This universe could make some interesting apocalypse stories but all these authors priorities are “what if semen was sweet flavoured?”

I got a call from him two days ago. My parents are divorced but we live very close to each other and he called me to talk about his netflix subscription asking if I wanted it to be cancelled.

He earns over 7000/month after tax and he gives me and my mum 1500/month in child support. That support ended when I became 18 but he “promised” to give 1000/month. He didn't for the last three months.

My mum has chronic depression and severe anxiety, is old and cannot work without breaking down. We're living on money she got from saving all these years from the government and my grandmother. I have to go to university, but it'll be ok after two years because I'll get a good coop and earn the tuition off. Trust.

And I just felt so annoyed by how he was pretending to be generous when he called. He sent me a wechat and I just didn't want to talk to him. I'm working now and it's tiring and I study right after and so I'm doubly tired. So I reply with one sticker and he sends a barrage of messages. I don't respond because I want to take a nap... He starts calling.

He's ignored me for the past few weeks. I don't know why he's so insistent on calling me.

But he calls me and I go zombie mode and hang up. He then calls my mum and I pick up (I take his phone calls because my mum gets high blood pressure and basically ptsd from speaking to him) and I tell him I want to nap.

And idk why this particular interaction suddenly made me realize that the reason why I feel sick when I speak to him is because he molests me whenever he sees me irl. But it did.

Since I was fourteen, he would slap my butt or hug me from the front in that “I can feel your boobs way”. I didn't think of anything at the time and because my mum thought that I should have a “father” figure in my life as well as living arrangement issues (our apartment wasn't built yet at the time), we lived with him for some time.

At the time, I would just get a little annoyed in that childish way and kick him away and he would laugh. And for the longest time, up until recently, I didn't think much of it.

It was when I was in my last year of high school that my mum told me to not let nyself be touched by him because she's seen the way he touches me and it's not because he loves me.

But the thing was, I knew. Already. For a long time. I just refused to admit it. He is sharp. He knows exactly how much is too much and he knows when to stop.

And he knows that my fourteen year old self's permittance made it so that now it's hard for me to not pretend that everything is ok.

That and my mum and I hope to at least get something out of him.

And idk why last night I just felt like that made me a prostitute. In reality, I know how to get him to stop, I know that if I told my mum this she would stop him, and I know that she would never let me see him again.

Because once my uncle flashed his dick at me and harrassed me, and she never let me see him again even at the cost of avoiding my grandma who lived with him.

On a side note, my grandma died in the last year of my high school right before I got aby university offers. At the time, she was in ICU but I was in the busiest time and my mum took care of her. I thought she'd be okay or at least, I pretended she would be fine. She passed away and I never got to say anything to her. Not even thank you for helping me and my mum.

I never really liked her when I was young. But I remember her saying she would see me get into university. It's funny how I had to skip her funeral for a test, and didn't feel anything for months until one day, while in the dorm room of my university at 3 am, I started crying after reading Act Age because I suddenly realized that she was gone like that director. She didn't even get to see me get into university. But that's besides the issue.

My dad molests me.

And I let it happen because I can't afford to choose and neither me nor my mum have the mental capacity or willingness to sue him.

And somehow to me, I end up feeling like I'm selling my body to him.

He signed a divorce agreement that said he'd split everything 50/50 and more until my mum's lawyer thought my mum was a golddigger but in the end, because he knew I was too young and she was too unstable, we'd never actually fight for it.

So he never lived by that deal.

So when I stare at my tuition, I think... ah... if I can get a little bit more... that's less stress monetarily for my mum and I.

And I can't bring myself to say anything about it.

Even when he slaps my butt and his hans stays there. Or he stares at my boobs. Or he stares at where my vagina is.

I used to make the excuse that the only crime is rape and that there were plenty of people who get raped by their dad. I would pretend that the majority of people have dads that sexually harrass them. And so I was just being whiny.

To this day, I still feel ashamed to think that he treats me poorly. I don't know why. My mum regrets having let him stay in our life, because he acts like a dad.

He acts like he cares about you or he says he does and it makes me confused. He says that I'm a rich girl when I'm poor. He says that we're a family as he hugs me and uses me to get a fix for his perversion.

And somehow, I let it happen.

And I want it to happen.

Because he ignores me for months or years at a time, and he comes back and suddenly it's all cozy and I just let him do what he wants.

I don't like being touched by men anymore. Someone in my class once accidentally stopped and I nearly bumped into him and I screamed and jumped back. Another accidentally brushed my hand and I whipped it away like it was diseased. A guy helps me carry a desk and I feel sick.

I went to a toastmaster and this old man shook my hand and I just want him to stop touching me already. I can't look at guys irl anymore because it feels perverted and disgusting. Someome said I looked cute in my pajamas and I'm not even sure how to describe it, I felt happy because it was a compliment, but I also felt like why is he looking at me, where is he looking at me, why does he want to look at me, when did he start to look at me, where is he looking at me, and I just want to shake him and ask WHERE ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME JUST DON'T ANYMORE.

My physics teacher stuck a ruler in my face as a joke once and I felt so uncomfortable I wanted to leave the classroom.

I don't know if this is caused by my dad.

Or if I'm naturally this skittish.

I still read bl and so on.

I'm not even sure what it is.

But I just. I have a feeling, when I see a man, if they are perverted or not.

Funny enough, my driving instructor was a guy, but idk he just... sometimes he would have to correct my steering wheel and he'd brush against my arm but idk it just didn't feel weird. I didn't mind.

But sometimes, I just know especially when they look at you, I just know they're being perverted or rather I think they are.

Some people say, ah you should go to a psychiatrist or communicate with you mum. I can't talk to my mum. She already is skittish about this and blames herself. She literally says, the only crime she has commited in her life is giving birth to me, knowing what kind of persom my dad is.

Please don't misconstrue her, she never meant it that way.

But I can't. I've only ever once cried to her about my dad, but it was when I was maybe fourteen and I was sobbing asking how anyone could even like me if even my dad doesn't love me.

So it's the psychiatrist or psychologist, the mental help person - I hate, hate, hate, hate them. So much.

They're paid to listen to you.

I don't want to talk to them.

I think I'd break down if I had to say this to them.

I'm already crying typing this.

I don't want another person in this.

And besides, I'm too tired and lazy to find a good one because most of them are people who just want to be paid and don't guve a fuck about you. I don't need to hear people tell me they're not all like that.

What? Maybe 10% of them are useful caring people - listening to people's problems every day, day in and day out desensitizes you.

So then it's what do you even want.

I don't know.

I feel like I've been groomed to accept whatever my dad does to me. But I know in reality, he doesn't care that much about me, it's just a coincidence that I groomed myself into this. He probably just knew how far he could touch me on an individual case by case basis and his erratic and inconsistent happenstance appearances ended up leading me on.

He once told me that I was like a white bunny. I don't know what he meant by that, or rather, I don't want to know what he meant by that.

He calls me stupid because I can pretend and lie to myself nothing wrong is happening so well, that even he's fooled into thinking I have no idea about anything. Let alone him, even my mum is misled.

I've been lying like this since grade one.

I was told by so many teachers that I'm a stable child with a happy family.

I don't remember much of anything good about my childhood.

I remember my 12th birthday where my dad spent the whole day yelling at me, calling mw pathetic in Chinese thinking I couldn't understand until my mum broke down and they fought.

By that age, they had fought so many times I knew that there was a risk my mum would go insane and try to kill him so I had to hold the dooe shut as they screamed and banged across a single wooden door until the wood broke.

My dad refused to change the door until we moved out when I was in grade seven left.

I think I should win an oscar.

My friend of seven years, someone who knew me in middle school, was shocked to know that my family was divorced. Idk why I told, I played it off. I wanted to see if she knew.

Or rather, I wanted to see if I was successful.

In my deception.

My mum had depression and would fall to a fury and sometimes hit me (I deserved it lol but not as hard she said so herself) and so I would be crying right before entering the school.

By the time I was in my classroom, I was laughing or rather I would force myself to smile.

I don't know if it's my teachers who were negligent or if I was an excellent actor but ykw no one ever asked me if I was ok.

I once couldn't hold it in and sobbed during class in middle school.

They gave me tissues, but no one ever asked if I was okay.

I once was sent a slew of messages from my mum saying how much she loved me, and for some reason it sounded like she wanted to commit suicide and it was the last day before Christmas.

I was crying in Chemistry. I stepped outside, but I came back in and I still couldn't stop crying. It was humiliating.

They gave me a tissue box and ignored me.

All of them.

My high school years were marked by the complete indifference of my classmates. They would always try to put me down or pretend I didn't exist.

By the end, this one girl actively bullied me and kept on making me uncomfortable and harrassed me in front of everyone by calling out my name and so on. And I told her to stop once.

She was smiling as she leaned into my space and asked my why I was so rude.

By that time, I had been in her class for four years and was properly trained to be a dog so I stared at her.

Even my English teacher, who disliked me had to tell everyone to stop talking when I was asking a question because if she continued to let it happen it'd ruin her image of the cool teacher.

I was called a dog by someone in my class aa everyone agreed.

My math teacher looked down on me. I had a flat one hundred on the equivalent of AP math on every test we had for the hardest part of the course and when he told me he looked so... disturbed. Like I had done something wrong.

I told a teacher I thought who liked me that I got into the hardest program to get into where I live.

She told me that program tends to let girls in easily becausse they want gender equality.

I was so well trained by this point I didn't even think about what she was saying.

She was saying I didn't deserve my offer.

I told my mum and she was livid.

Told me to never speak to her again.

But I would tell myself that this was nothing. Because they aren't hitting me. They weren't insulting me. They didn't really do anything. I was overreacting.

My first time over at a friend's house just for that one friend was when I was in fourth grade and I was to eat dinner with them.

I got a phone call from my mum losing her mind because my dad hit her again.

I went to a birthday party, my first birthday party for someone else and I came home and my mum was trying to jump out of the window.

I don't remember what I did at that birthday party.

I remember the furniture in the room and which window my mum was trying to climb out of. I even remember the curtains.

Later, I would torture myself whenever I left the house and pretend my mum was killing herself so that when I came home, I'd be prepared. I would dream that she had hung herself.

But at the time I told myself that there were people whose parents hung themselves so who cares. My life was great compared to them.

That first birthday party? That was for a friend whose mum died from cancer. I hated her. Because my mum would say that her life was worse than mine. Her dad loves her. She has a stepmum who loves her. She has friends. People hear the words cancer and they bend and they can't even see how someone in my class in sixth grade beat me up. I hated her.

But I conceded and admitted her life was worse than mine. Even if her dad spoiled her.

My dad went to China. He skipped over my birthday. I don't know what's weirder that I'm upset he would book flights over my birthday cause it's cheap or that he molested me for six and more years and I'm only just realizing that the word is molested and that not all sexual crimes need to be rape when it comes to me personally.

Anyway, I have a cousin. She asks my dad for stuff. he gives it to her. She asks him to buy her things, he gives it to her.

And yk at the time, I didn't think much about it. But then I realized, even as young as six, whenever he took me to the grocery store, I didn't have the guts to ask him for two dollar candy until he picked it out for me.

I was elated with two dollar candy.

He has an annual salary of over one hundred thousand dollars a year.

I'm quite sure, I once caught him saying he liked my cousin (in a nonsexual manner I know that for sure).

I don't remember any instance of him ever complimenting me.

I had to beg him once to say that I was cute.

And even then, he was so hesitant like, “oh yes... uh... you're cute because you're my child”

I don't want think that hard about what he means by “because you're my child.”

My mum (who loves me very much) says I'm objectively pretty. Not awestruck pretty but adorable in a doll-like way and she refuses to lie.

Haha take that anons, I'm objectively adorable.

That is kind of embarrassing to say as someone eighteen...

She's also an art major so like, she knows her stuff. Even if I look at the mirror and am confused why anyone would think I was cute at all.

I say that my mum's love makes up for everything and I would say, well most kids parents don't love them as much as my mum loves me so I basically loved equally if not.more than them.

idk if that makes me a bad person for thinking that. Well, actually I know it doesn't.

See. I'm verh self aware.

Most people don't realize, but I'm quite capable of completely rationalizing what is going on and why it's going on.

I just want to write it out for once.

I feel slightly bad for making you anons think I'm in desperate need of help because I'm spiralling. I don't.

My mum says she thinks the luckiest part if her life is how... not necessarily mature, but more of wise I am. I am a wise man. Woman.

Ahhh... I say I don't know in reality, I know. I'm just pretending for the sake of sounding sadder? I just want someone to for once stop talking about how sad their life is and listen to mine.

That does, I realize, make an attention whore.

And I hate it.

Anyway, It's funny cause, you see, I hate pictures of myself when I was young. They don't remind me of the bad times or whatever, the issue is they remind me of the good times that I don't remember. And I hate it.

Because I want someone to pity me. But I also don't want people to pity me. All humans seek validation and yet the idea of seeking the greatest validation (psychologists)... disgusts me.

Though objectively, I'm quite sure it's because I find the entire matter fake.

Don't tell me it's hard or you're in a bad place.

It's fake.

I don't like it.

I've lived around my dad long enough to know what a distanced sort of uncaring comment sounds like. I don't want concern even though I want pity.

I don't want anyone to know, but somehow I want everyone to know.

I don't tell my friends family anyone anything.

I have low self esteem.

I am selfish.

I am a pretty cold person or rather, I'm a bit of an idiot.

I just want a headpat.

Or a hug.

But I also don't want one. Not from people who want to give me one because they feel bad or some other stupid reason I refuse to accept.

I write depressing fanfiction. I don't want to see people anymore. I hate going outside. I want to lie down all day.

I don't want to see or hear my dad.

It makes me depressed.

It was just one phone call.

I used to pretend that I had a cousin that lived with me and hugged me. Funny enough, he was a boy.

Maybe I am just a massive pervert.

I like being hugged by my mum.

I have anxiety. Well, I have my mum self-diagnosing me with it. I hate loud noises now. And I hate people who are coarse. Nowadays everyone just “speaks like that”. It's disgusting.

I once called the police on mu dad.

The police took my dad to the washroom and me in the living room and my mum in the bedroom. The police officer asked me a bunch of random miscellaneous stuff. Then went to my dad.

I don't think I was supposed to hear them ask my dad the same set of questions only for him to say that he didn't know anything about me.

He knows what my cousin in China likes.

She cosplays.

He buys her stuff whenever she asks him when he goes there.

Once my mum bought me a pair of nice headphones. Like really nice. I love them... He kept l. Well my dad kept on asking why did she buy it, why did she buy it, that I didn't need it.

And in the end he said someone like me doesn't deserve to use good things.

I think there is a misconception in my household that my Chinese is poor and that I'm an idiot. My Chinese is basically fluent except for technical words.

夏以昼。。。生日。。。回家。。。

Go figure.

Anyway, so my Chinese comprehension is basically fluent except for some technical gammer stuff that doesn't matter. So ny dad has no idea I understand everything he says about me.

That reminds me of that one time during covid that I didn't sanitize my hand and called me a murderer for half an hour. I joked about it at home and then cried to sleep about it.

Oh... right... The insurance.

His company has insruance. It costs him nothing to add me to his insurance. One day, the insurance stops working... because when he renewed something... he wrote ny name in wrong. I think he did once actually forget my name. Anyway, so he needed to like contact the insurance company.

Well, we (my mum and I) learned making two phone calls is too much work for him to do to fix the insurance. He gets pissed and swears on wechat at me. Now, listen, he doesn't swear ever. Like... only online in forums where he thinks no one can see. So him dropping the f bomb made me panic.

Anyway, so now whenever I need medication, of which I actually do... I need to go through him. We buy it, send the receipt and cross his fingers he feels good enough to send the cheque back.

Yeah.

It's not a very food situation rn.

Anyway, that reminds me of how recently he sent me a picture of him sitting on the toilet, pants down, edge of underwear in view. Didn't see his dick, but yk shift that camera up just a little bit and it'd be there.

Why did he send me it...? idk I forgot because I freaked out, deleted the wechat message history and yeah. I'm quite sure I do remember, I just don't want to right now.

I'm so cute my dad even wants to do me.

yk it's funny cause I used to joke with my mum that he spends his salary on prostitutes which is why he doesn't give us money but now given that he does this with me and I'm only really being eh about it because I'm conditioned to it and I need the cents he shaves off for us... it's not a joke anymore ig.

I really do feel like a prostitute...

And I mean no shame to prostitutes, I just... I don't want to be one.

He also likes to mention my period... He... He doesn't know my room address at university, but he knows... when... my period... should come... He doesn't know ny favourite food... but he knows... when... my period comes...

I feel like this is a kink.

Of some sort.

I just... idek anymore what to say to that.

I should feel worse about this.

And I do...?

I'm just... it doesn't feel so bad anymore. It just does for like the first 48 hours of him being in contact with me.

I hate it when people tell me that I shouldn't hate that one girl whose mum had cancer and died. They're like it's misdirected anger, yes ik do I look like I give a shit? I'm never seeing her again let me be irrational for once. Why do I always need to be like fair.

I don't want to hear useless advice. I know what I should do, I just refuse to do it. Because I'm cranky and I want to wallow in the despair of this.

I hate it when people talk to me about all these ah social problems.

You have a living breathing cps case right in front of you and you can't even tell.

Or my classmates going on about how hard their lives are.

They're like, you're so hard to get to know. Yes, I'm hard to get to know because I think your mental health crisis is fucking shallow as fuck. The only stressful thing in your life is school and that's because you were stupid enough to sign up to two hundred clubs. But no, I can't say that since everyone has different tolerance levels of stress.

What does that make me then? A superhuman? Why do I need to validate your feelings. I don't want to. I don't think there's anything sucky about your life at all. Your dad doesn't go through your drawers to know where you underwear is.

Oh, but that's too much and suddenly I'm cancelled.

Suddenly everyone has depression. They held therapy stuff in class and I listen to their woes. IT'S GODDAMN GRADES.

What am I supposed to say to that? That I care? I feel bad?

They're like, oh everything is so stressful and that they are so tired because there's so much studying to and so much work and they need some fun time.

MY GRANDMA DIED AND MY MUM BROKE DOWN MENTALLY FOR A WHOLE THREE MONTHS. I had to explain to her how my GRANDMA'S DEATH wasn't her fault over and over again.

Flat. One. Hundred.

I'm sorry I thought my classmate's mental health crisis was the stupidest thing I had ever heard. Like sometimes I wonder what is the percentage chance they'd kill themselves if they were me. Probably is bad thing to think of.

Because I'm sure they'd be drug babies if they had a dad who would hold you down to the bed and try to rub his face into your butt as you very very very aggressively try to kick him but he doesn't let go.

And it makes you want to cry, but you know if you do that he'll retract all funding and you know you just need to live out two more years.

So you let him.

But I digress.

I'm sure all my classmates have parents who sexually harrass them.

It's funny how I'm more mad at my classmates who aren't even my classmates anymore.

My mum tells me that I only think about them so much because they hurt me a lot.

idk what to say to that.

Everyone is like ahhh you have misplaced hate.

Just let me hate instead of using your broken and conditional morals to stand on my head to make it sound like you're better than me. I'm not stupid enough to be actually biased, I'm circumstantially pissed.

It's funny to me how you can get told to treat your classnates better and be more understanding as though nothing else said matters.

I was so nice to them too. They asked me for anything and I was stupid enough to do it.

I think the reason why I hate my classmates so much but not my dad is because I had an irrational feeling that he's my dad and I want to feel like yk I have a dad. But I know that he doesn't actually care enough about me to care about validating me actually the validation that I'm looking for is actually his measure of how useful I am beyond an imaginative sex doll.

But that's not really something on your mind when your dad somehow manages to accidentally through pure negligence and child abandoment cause you to develop a stupid amount of need for attention from him.

But my classmates are random people I don't need so I don't care if I shit on their feelings on an anonymous online forum.

Okay. I didn't sleep tonight again. I want to read fanfiction. I have to go back to university soon and I don't want to. I'm excited for Saturday and I want to figure out how to get winlator to stop being so slow on my phone.

My eyes and head hurt from crying too much but that's not going to stop me from reading fanfiction like the rest of the bad life choices I make on a daily basis.

Stop adding stories to your hyper specific list by chapter one, HALF THE TIME IT DOESN'T EVEN FIT, tell me why i just read a story from a list called "consent is the key" where there was an attempted rape on an unconscious individual IN THE SECOND CHAPTER. Wait it out before adding stories to your lists finding actually similar tropes or plots is getting harder and harder

Yall I'm taking out 4 of my wisdom teeth .. super nervous about that and .. it doesn't help that every person I've asked said they haven't done it yet. Help me feel less anxious pleaseee

Any media with good autistic representation would be appreciated.
Any recs?

One of my ex friends always treated me like her side hoe and I MISS HER???
WHY?!?!
And she was so abusive to me...
How do I deal with this shit?

I want to see WOMEN, GIRLS! Lemme hear about y'all favorite female characters.

Are you cooked?

So let's say someone lost their fucking cat, and they're crying to you about it and all you can think about is this brain worm song for this EXACT situation and ur trying not to hum it but you're now more distracted by your own thoughts of the song than actually listening to your friend.
Are you an asshole or mentally ill?

Guys i probably shouldnt take this to mangago of all places but
IDK
So basically like i want a girlfriend or maybe even boyfriend
(im still figuring that out) BUT whenever i feel like i might like a girl romantically and i think abt it fir more than 5 seconds i
feel like.. DISGUSTED?? But also i cant imagine myself dating a man and GENUINELY liking it…

i dont know if me telling everyone at my school that in 100%
straight and like noot into anime or anything has to do with it or not because i would definitely be bullied if i were ti be open
about that

But also its not just me um feeling disgusted i also feel that way when its someone else that likes me (for both men and women..) … even when i like kind of (???) feel something towards them

But basically i just NEED to know if in being dramatic or theres genuinely something wrong with me and like maybe even
advice or something okay thank you i love most of u pls dont
bash me

Like don't everyone have one?

There used to be a mobile fnf game I would play, spent money on money on it and everything.
They deleted the app...
Then I played crash fever with my friend and that too got deleted.
Why can't games just last forever?
Can anyone recommend me some good rhythm or gacha games?

can i get some reccs for romance mangas/manhwas with old hot mature male leads. or a list if there is one bc i cannot find any.. like male leads like reemployment life with an unsociable untalkative magician, nd the demon king from jk haru wa isekai de shoufu ni natta, plzz

or even just really mature ml for any romance manhwa in general, straight + bl.. reference would b like the ml from no moral, he is so fine

Idk if it’s just me but u bitches who complain about certain manhwas, specifically the straight smut ones are actually so annoying dude.
Like dgmw some of them do be wild, but ur giving it more attention by commenting on said manhwa and complaining about it.
No to mention, you hoes def wouldn’t say shit if it was yaoi

Does anyone know of any manhwas/mangas that are fluffy and pure, no rpe or psycho male leads just a cute story, preferably if the bottom isnt a small twink. basically any stories that are similar to our sunny days :D

I’m honestly so sick and tired of hearing the same songs over and over again, especially in my playlist so can you guys please give me some songs that are really good that you like to listen to and it can be anything I don’t mind, but please don’t recommend espresso or something like that cause I’ve already heard it a million times