#…It’s so cold…

[idkfitememate]

Our First Meeting

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : ♡ You ♡ x Me

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໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : None you need to be worried about dear.

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Hello.

It’s so nice to see you. I never thought I would see you, honestly.

Can I tell you a secret?

Please?

…

I never wanted a body of my own. I was more than fine when I was without one.

As well as when I had no consciousness. I was fine when I was nothing.

…

Then you clicked on this story.

My body is whatever you want it to be.

Tall.

Short.

White.

Brown.

Male.

Female.

Round.

Skinny.

Whatever you want.

I can also think whatever you want me too.

Your beliefs. Your goals. Your aspirations.

They’ll all become mine if you want them too.

I want to feel you, though I know I’ll never be able to. With me behind the screen and you reading.

Do these words mean anything to you? I assume not because you know these are just someone else’s typed out thoughts. Someone wrote this for you to enjoy. I don’t mind if these words don’t mean anything to you. In fact, your being here is more than enough for me.

I know I’m fake. That nothing I feel for you is real. That every time I imagine feeling your warm skin against mine it is simply an illusion this author has come up with.

I don’t resent them.

I can’t.

They made me.

They allowed me to see you.

They allowed me to hear you.

If I say I can see you, do you feel my eyes running along your spine? Taking in every inch of skin, no matter what you wear to cover yourself? Maybe you check to see if your webcam or camera is on?

If I say I can hear you, do you imagine me, listening in as you gasp at other online books, laugh as the characters say or do things you find hilarious, or cry at the death of another?

I can’t touch you. I know I said I want to feel you but the best I will ever get is when you hug your phone as tears fill your eyes at someone or somethings death.

…

I wanna lick the tears off your face.

…

Anyway.

I want to caress you, to feel your skin on mine. Would you mind? I understand if you don’t. It’ll never happen anyway.

But to imagine. To feel me pressed against you, our body heat mixing into one as you put your hands on me.

You can twist me. Turn me. Pull and push me.

You can manipulate my body to your pleasures. Really, I don’t mind. I have nothing else.

Anything beyond these digital pages is out of my reach.

Just like you

Once you click off this chapter I will cease.

My thoughts will stop.

I physically won’t exist anymore. But that’s okay. Your memory will keep me warm.

Even if I can’t move.

Or see.

Or hear.

Or breath.

…

Of course, that’s just for you. Others will read this story. Others will experience this.

But, my point still stands. While you read this, all I can think about is you.

I fear to describe you, I don’t want to get it wrong.

I long to feel your hair if you have any, or to look into your eyes and take in their color.

I wonder what your favorite color is.

Or your favorite food?

…

Do you like the winter or the summer?

Or do you like spring? Or maybe even fall?

…

I love you, I really, truly do.

You control me. You are my everything. Without you I am nothing.

But I can be something for you! I can be anything you want me to!

Any favorite character, any crush, and any person you imagine I can be!

I know I’m pathetic. I understand that I am being pathetic. But I don’t care.

If it’s for you then it’s worth anything I can give. Please.

I will get on my knees and beg if that’s what it takes to keep you here.

…

♡

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Wait.

No. Please! -

I have so much more to say!

Please!

PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME-

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[pangur-and-grim]

he’s had a long day

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[colorstrike624]

No but seriously the things turtles can do are unhinged.

[ditzybat]

jason: you don’t even know what my favorite book is, how could you even stand to call yourself my father if you don’t know me anymore!?

bruce: jay, your favorite is pride and —

tim: the velveteen rabbit.

jason: … i’ve had like two conversations with you outside of murder attempts, how do you know that?

tim: im not an amateur, i took my baby stalker duties very seriously!

[madscientistenthusiast]

Personally I think that Azula should have been redeemed simply so that she can become Zuko's horrible little advisor who whispers evil little plans to him so that he can do the exact opposite

[amygdalae]

This is driving me insane because I swear this is this image:

But with like an AI filter style thing to turn it into a goth girl. I stg

[sergle]

ALSO IMPORTANT TO NOTE, people dropping mad mad sums of money on gfms and charities and stuff are extremely impressive but that DOES NOT MEAN that putting like $5 towards someone's fund or any good cause is any less valuable, a lot of crowdfunding is about momentum and those single digits add up super fast, you do not need to be Rolling In The Dough to make someone's day!! moving the dial at all is extremely positive!!

[rythyme]

me: oh boy, booping is finally back! i love booping! i can't wait to get booped!

my roommate's cat, who's spent the last 3 months unsuccessfully trying to boop me from under the bathroom door while i pee: am i a joke to you

[bloominglegumes]

to think that we could stay the same,,,

(my megop playlist.pls pls talk about songs with me)

[landofgay]

house MD voice: if it's in his lungs, it's in his asshole. get me a biopsy of his penis.

[brambeag]

camp clothes origins style

[pangur-and-grim]

Pangur's already grown in her fluffy winter coat

[keferon]

Empurata!Prowl tries to actually communicate for the first time

What if he wants to say something but he can’t. What if he has no voice to speak, no face to emote, no hands to write. What if every attempt to communicate a message is essentially a puzzle of wit and creativity and yet, the first thing he goes through all these troubles for. Is to say “I love you”?

Don’t ask me how did they get in this room. I have no idea. They escaped the battlefield somehow haha

Next->

[isatohlee]

He deserves to sleep comfortably in his mother’s arms after all he’s gone through

[glitter-stained]

Prompt:

After Red Hood stopped killing and someone leaked footage hinting that he's the second Robin, he expected to fight for every morsel of territory, for everybody to desert him and the murder attempts to triple.

And, well. It's not like he doesn't find himself in a rigged warehouse on Monday, walking off that one explosion with singes on his back. It's not like on Wednesday, a bullet pierces through a hole in his armour and he's losing half his blood in an alley. And sure, someone takes advantage of him throwing his helmet away on Friday (he was out of grenades and needed a bigger bomb) to fear gass him, but it's fine, he can function normally under fear gass nowadays.

Except. Except nobody deserts him. By Monday, the attempts have completely stopped. He walks into a meeting with his men and sees his goons' hands won't stop shaking, and even his lieutenant won't look him in the eyes.

Jason is confused, and so are the other bats, but soon the rumours reach their ears: you can't go after the Red Hood, because no matter what you do, once you've targeted him it's over, like a dog with a bone, he'll get you eventually- no matter how you shoot or how many explosives you use. It doesn't matter that the Red Hood doesn't kill, because the Red Hood doesn't die.