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Redrew a Sevika doodle I liked. I would've colored it in too, but my browser closed :(
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PART SEVEN
summary: in which you and sevika are divorced. here are chapters one, two, three, four, five and six. chapters are linked for any new readers possibly coming across this post!
content: gay gay gay
word count: 14681 (hefty, sorryyyyyy)
this is the final chapter. a part of me felt sad when i was finishing this fic because i didn't want it to be over. but it feels nice to have shared this little world of divorce!sevika with you all. i'm sorry it took me like a month to finish editing. thank you for being patient and thank you all for being so supportive throughout this fic <3 happy reading!
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The air is chilly in the bedroom.
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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ how many more minutes? (sevika x reader)
and no matter how many lonely days pass, it all comes back to sevika.
contains: ex!sevika, angst, hurt/comfort, tiny bit of fluff, mentions of explicit acts (so minors + ageless blogs dni), reader remembers being fingered, toxic behaviours described by both characters, reader mentions not being into casual stuff, mentions of alcohol and intoxication
inspiration: conrad and belly's, "do you remember every little thing I've ever said?" "yes." scene, connell and marianne's, "how did you know about that?" "saw photos on facebook." scene, conversations with friends, home sweet home by the favors, finneas and ashe, fade into you by mazzy star, before sunset (2004), we can't be friends by ariana grande, the aesthetics of triannatv on youtube. and most of all, the butch I posted about since april, whose connection I had with has been unparalleled and whose presence I miss to this day despite her having broken my heart and the fact that we no longer talk. I just dreamt of her the other night, my subconscious self conjuring up a desperate, vulnerable moment of me begging to call her because I still wish to hear her voice so bad, and her having to tell me that she was in my city but didn't notify me, and that she found someone else, all the while still teetering on the line, but never crossing it over, of telling me she misses me. I woke up nauseous. to this day, I still check her tumblr and reread our texts, and my heart aches for all the conversations we couldn't have because any chance of a friendship post-romance got crushed in an argument. and I still miss her so bad, and I'm haunted by the notion her not missing me or thinking of me. especially knowing there was such a strong connection both of us shared and felt, but external reasons prevented it from persisting, as well as how callous she had become towards the end -- whether it's out of exhaustion or trying to pretend to care less in order to prevent herself from getting hurt, I don't know. but, I am still afraid I'll never meet someone I'm so comptible with again, or that I'll always feel this deep sadness and anxiety over what happened. and I hate that there might be a world where she's forgotten me and no longer likes me, and that she might already be in that place, and I'm the only one still agonizing over the loss of us in spite of the hurt she caused me at the end. I wish I could just be over it by now. wrote a lot of this piece for myself, and anyone else suffering from heartache who wishes they would've received more closure than they did. mwah mwah.
You'd be lying if you said you didn't race back to your apartment when you were already waiting for the elevator to open.
You tried to mimic the actions of someone who didn't care, giving yourself one glance at the mirror — just the mere beat of a second to pat down your hair before whirling around and stomping out to leave. But, like a fool, you could barely last a minute with such conviction before crumbling under the weight of self-doubt and rushing back to your full-length mirror, scanning yourself from each and every angle. Your neck seized into a dull ache with the way you twisted it to see how you look from behind, just in case you walked away from her later in the evening. Whether it be to use the restroom and douse your face in water, or make an early departure. And knowing who you'll be keeping company tonight, either option was a possibility.
YOUR ART ON TUMBLR IS BEING USED TO TRAIN AI!
The setting that prevents your work being used to train AI models is turned off by default! I had no idea about this until now! Artists, go to your settings, click “visibility”, and turn on this setting! Protect your work!
《Made a visual guide of how to get there, because it's under a weird tab.
Go to your blog (you have to do this for each individual blog) and the visibility tab
It's this last option here
Hate this shit, but turn it off babey》
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If you got engaged in the DashCon 2 ball pit, please contact us!
We're very excited for you, and the team would love to send you our personal congratulations
Seeing as how the Big Beautiful Bill just passed, here's are some websites that offer discounts on medications:
- GoodRx
- WellRx - this one compares prices across different pharmacies
- Cost Plus - thanks to @thedamnqueenofhell for suggesting!
Stay safe, everyone. Things are about to get much, much worse in the US.
EDIT: if you're worried about doctor/therapy appointments, see if there's a sliding scale clinic near you (and ask your therapist if they offer sliding scale prices)
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putting a big “I bought this before hitler went crazy” bumper sticker on my volkswagen so people know I’m one of the good guys
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PART FOUR
summary: in which you and sevika are divorced. part one, two and three. part five will be published soon.
word count: 7517
content warning; angst, smut, yearning and fluff.
thanks for reading!
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Felicity’s jaw drops when you tell her that you’ve made amends with Sevika.
The silence that drags through her office is palpable.
She waits, clearly gobsmacked, while you sit awkwardly across from her. Your hands fidget with the bracelet on your wrist that Ava’s given you.
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PART THREE
summary: in which you and sevika are divorced. read part one here and part two here. part four will be published soon.
word count: 9239
this chapter is hefty but the chapters after this will have less angst and more of the good stuff (a.k.a fluff & smut).
thanks for reading!
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As patient as she always is, Grayson sits beside you on the bathroom floor. For a while, it’s hard to focus on what she’s saying. The low hum of her voice appears to be white noise.
And then, slowly, her words travel to you and take root in your brain.
“You know we’re all here for you both, right?” Grayson mutters. Your head rests on her left shoulder, breath struggling to even due to your hiccups. “Ava knows that you two love her. There’s no doubt about that. And I’m not saying that you’re not capable of doing this alone. But you don’t always have to do it alone. We’re family.”
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