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[forgottenflickr]

2011

[ask-harvey]

HAHAHAAHA YOU'RE A DOOOOOOOOOOOORK-*falls down the stairs* AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

oh! oh, no!

[memepds]

GRAHHH I HATE YOU

your the worst youtuber imaginable. You keep kicking me from every server I join. Cyfrin is bad enough but YOUR AN ABOMINATION OF MANKIND. YOU AND CYFRIN KEEP RUINING MY LIFE!!!!!! I'll get you, ILL GET ALL OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

okay

[thebusylilbee]

why are some of these pigeons christian...

[leafleerob]

pretty much how the final 90s episode went down lmao 😭

[rib0mbees]

Bagi: you seem so cool! I can’t believe your house was haunted!

Luzu: i’ve never seen... my house was haunted?

Bagi: oh so much happened there. I’ve gotta tell you sometime.

[beefybutchboy]

who is this dude on tumblr that is creating new accounts to message gay people on here saying “fag kys” 😭😭😭 how about message a possible employer, brother

[valdeznation]

we're all gonna die (valgrace)

valgrace week prompt 1: soulmates

jason shifts in leo’s hold, breaths deep and even, his cheek pressed against his husband’s warm chest.  leo’s own heart thuds below his, the sound so similar to the stuffed cat with a beating toy heart his mother got him for his second birthday weeks before she left.  he wants to speak.  he wants to silence the thoughts he can hear grinding in leo’s mind like the gears he so often gets his fingers caught in at work, wants to toss a stick in and make them stop.

“do you think i’m going to die?” he whispers after a few minutes, arms tightening around leo’s waist as he exhales shakily, knowing and dreading the answer.  jason is used to death, has even been able to accept leo’s – just not his own. 

leo, for his part, doesn’t react.  there’s no tension in his body, only love and tenderness that presses around jason in the form of strong thighs bracketing his hips, stronger hands weaving through jason’s curls, twirling, braiding, silent above him for what feels like hours.  “yes,” he says finally, words almost lost in the mass of golden hair he’s got his wonderfully soft lips pressed against, the vibration of his voice trickling down jason’s spine, equal amounts kind and horribly cruel.  it’s a gentle confirmation of his mortality, and jason knows he’s right.  leo has never been one to sugarcoat, opting instead to gently lower the thousand-tonne truth onto the shaking shoulders he is now soothing with warm hands, hands that have created innumerable things but failed at crafting his lover a longer life.  it is and forever will be his biggest regret.

if he were stronger, if he hadn’t been sick for so long, if his muscles weren’t eaten away and dying, he would kneel before leo and beg for a lie, but his hands, which once slew titans, can’t hold a mug of coffee, much less change the course of the river of his husband’s nature.  jason has heard worse, borne worse, survived worse than this, and yet, and yet, and yet.  

“please don’t give up on me,” he breathes, shoulderblades twitching under leo’s fingers as he manouvres his chin to rest on leo’s chest, faded blue eyes framed by a halo of blonde lashes twitching as they meet the fire swirling behind amber-stained brown.  maybe in another life he was the sky, cold atmosphere reflecting infinite shades of beauty for everyone to see but never getting to see it for himself, a decoration.  maybe in another life leo was the earth, rich soil replete with life, drinking in rain and sunlight and summer air and making with it everything worth seeing, trees and birds and the tinkling laughs of children.  maybe that was what they were.  maybe that was why they were not allowed to have each other, hold each other, till death did them part.  maybe they were made to be apart.  

“i couldn’t,” leo breathes back, the mint-and-coffee breath curling around his cheek tugging jason from his thoughts.  hands rake through his hair again, shaking now.  everything under him shakes, even the single tear on leo’s thick lower lashes.  his voice is catching in his chest, jason can feel it, a tremor shooting through his ribs as his adam’s apple bobs up and down.  “i couldn’t, jace.  not even if i wanted to.  not even if i tried.”

he wants to reply, wants to say something sweet and grateful and smile and sit up to kiss his other half, wants to feel whole in his arms and slot their noses together and feel leo’s stubble scratch against his, but any hope of speaking dies the second the tear falls, leaving a barely-visible track that glitters on his bronze skin in the dim lighting of their bedroom.  he hasn’t seen leo cry since they were sixteen.  he hates that it’s his fault.  

“i couldn’t,” he says again, mumbling like the words hurt to get out, like the same chronic ache that’s settled in jason’s body is starting to infect him, too.  “even after you… a-after…” his voice fades and falters, whatever peace he had displayed earlier about this situation quickly dissipating into tangible pain thickening the air around them, and jason is the sky, and he reflects this, so it is all they can both see.  all they can both feel.  “even after you die, i won’t give up.”  a gentle thumb traces his lower lip, callouses catching on chapped skin, easily-soothed pain taking edge off of the all-encompassing agony.  

everything is shaking and leo is the earth, soaking in anguish and morphing it into pixie dust that decorates his cheeks as more tears fall.  “i’ll look into every doorway and wait for you to walk through it,” he whispers, a terrible sadness in his eyes.  it is heavy, so much so that it settles easily into the grooves that were cut out for it in leo’s bones so many years ago.  “i could watch you die in my arms tonight and still hope you would be in the kitchen burning waffles come morning.” 

[top-shelf-tender-moved]

"What are you going on about? I feed you meals and brush you at least twice a day. Don't ever say I don't care for my cat."

"You also gave me irrepressible trauma and trust issues that have bled over into my ability to form meaningful attachments, causing me to seek the numbing relief of alcohol...But sure, thanks for the jambalaya."

[galpalaven]

white vanlifers are something else. “You don’t like this job? Well you can just quit and take up van life. Food and healthcare is free when you don’t have a job.”

Your white conventionally attractive physically abled and neurotypical privilege is showing

[luderailing]

ghfhffhahahahaha Prussia

[alaskan-wallflower]

gosh do i love it when my school locks me out of my account before i can finish my summer hw!!!!!!

[elsfairy]

stop writing.

start a go fund me, raise a million just for me to stop then i will

[northflowerowo]

"Crucified Minion", Aug 23, 2020

[markedbyindecision]

I GOT MY FRIEND TO WATCH THE ENTIRETY OF POI YAYYY