#*cough cough cough cough*

[im-an-anthusiast]

Liar, liar

“Jeez, you alright?” asked the boy, sticking his outstretched hand right up to her face. 

“Uh, yeah, I’m good,” Erin replied, plastering a toothy smile on her face. Liar, liar. 

“Ah, good. I am glad. Looked like one nasty fall,” the boy said almost absently as he helped her stand. Rising to her far-above-average-for-a-7-year-old height, Erin inspected the boy. He seemed about her age – but looked unlike anyone she had ever seen. His hand contrasted hers as she held it, tan skin far different to hers, pale and freckled; his hair was unlike any she had seen before, stark white waves curling around his face, far different from the dark brown hair framing hers. He was pretty. Whatever pretty even means to Erin when thinking about boys, anyway. 

“What’s your name?” the boy asks, pulling Erin out of her staring trance.  

“I’m Erin. You?” 

“Maxwell.” 

“That’s a long name...” 

“It’s really not.” 

“It so is,” said Erin, her amusement surely apparent. Another thing that was apparent – to her, at least – was what would come next. 

“Don’t-” he started, seemingly being able to tell as well – and not looking too pleased with it. 

“Max?” Erin interrupts, a grin growing at the boy’s – Maxwell’s – apparent frustration. “How about X?” 

“The dangers of getting hit by a football, I suppose. So sad seeing kids with brain damage at such a young age,” Maxwell said with an obviously forced wistfulness, trying to talk over Erin’s quickly growing menagerie of nickname suggestions. 

"-Maxy?” 

“NOT THAT ONE,” Maxwell said forcefully, blushing up a storm, “PLEASE NOT ‘MAXY’” 

“What, can I not use that part of your name? Pfft, okay, Well.” 

Maxwell narrowed his eyes, muttering, “Kids can’t go to prison for murder, right?” 

The pain in her side made itself more known as Erin lit up, doubling over in raucous laughter. Even so, hunched in giggling fits, she still towered over Maxwell. And despite the sore face he was making, she could see his eyes. Those smiling, steel grey eyes. 

- 

“And the winner is... yours truly!” Erin exclaimed tauntingly, her voice almost melodic. 

Gasping and panting, Well held up his index finger, before pointing it at her and talking in a manner most people with lungs don’t. “N-no... no... God... No fair...” he stuttered out, a half-hearted glare narrowing his eyes. 

She laughed heartily, and teasingly said, “Oh, don’t be a sore loser, Well! I won fair and square!” Liar, liar. 

“I’m not,” he paused, getting an impressively large and loud lungful of air, before continuing, “the biggest fan of this game.” 

“Makes sense – since you keep losing,” she said, then added with a grin, “just like with every other game.”  

“You’re... cheating,” Liar, liar. “-or something. Just... no fair!” 

“Well, that, or...” she hummed in mock-thought, lit up, and exclaimed as if she had a revelation, “You suck, and I don’t?” 

“You are so lucky I am out of breath right now.” 

- 

“What is it?” he questioned, one white brow raised. 

“Never mind, nothing,” she said after hesitating. Liar, liar. 

His eyes soft as they met hers as he replied, asking genuinely, “Are you sure?”  

“Yes,” Erin answered, the concern in his voice only making the bile rising up her throat more biting. Liar, liar. 

“Alright, Inn. You know I’m always here – should you ever need something.” 

“Careful, or I might take you up on that, Well.” Liar, liar. 

- 

He wasn’t saying anything. Neither of them was. The sound of the rustling of bandages filled the dark room – and was only occasionally interrupted by the sounds of either of their breathing. The not-quite silence hung heavy with unspoken words – with omission. Liar, liar.  

Erin hated how silent he was being. How gentle he was being. She hated that he wasn’t asking why or how this happened. And she hated herself for not telling him. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t. He can’t know. For his own good. Liar, liar. 

He sighed. “Tea?” 

“I- What?” 

Sighing again, he tried elaborating, “Tea always helps me when...” he went quiet, seemingly having lost his train of thought, before shaking his head and continuing, “Want some?” 

“Uh... yeah? Sure?” 

He picked himself up from the bed and left the room. She could hear him making noise in the kitchen – the kitchen she knew so well – even without using Magic and enhancing her hearing, and she was thankful for every noise cutting through the oppressively deafening silence.  

Before long, Well pressed a steaming mug into her hands. She hoped that he couldn’t see how they glistened with blood, that he couldn’t see the deep gashes in her flesh that stretched from her hands to her arms, morbidly decorating them – with no bandages to coat them, as her torso had required far more attention than she thought and far more supplies than he had. She met his eyes.  

“It’s fine.” Liar, liar. “I’m fine.” Liar, liar. 

- 

“I would have-” Liar, liar. “-told-”  Liar, liar “-y-” 

“Liar,” he cut her off bitterly. 

“N-no. No. No! I’m... I’m not a-” LIAR, LIAR. LIAR, LIAR. LIAR, LIAR. “You weren’t-“ LIAR, LIAR. 

She looked at him, sorrow and desperation twisting her face. But he couldn’t see it. She looked into his- Liar, liar. 

She tried looking into his eyes, but they weren’t there. All because of her. And no voice in her head told her otherwise. 

[aprosin]

i feel great :D

[theimpossibleness]

I choked on my spit earlier today and I still have not recovered

[miggylol]

Trying to communicate that “it’s not covid, I just climbed four flights of stairs and promptly swallowed spit the wrong way”

[wilted]

help

[staruie]

where my fellow monster fuckers at 👅👅👅👅👅👅

[sonsofkhaos]

*chokes*

[ciderbird]

academic bias is so funny because you’ll be reading about the same historical event and one person is like “Despite the troubles that befell his homeland and near constant criticism of the court King Blorbo remained strong in the face of adversity” and the other one is like “after letting his people carry the brunt of his cringefail decisions Blorbo the Shitface refused to listen to any reason and continued to be a warmongering piece of shit. Also he was ugly.”

[hislittleraincloud]

Kill It With Oranges

Three things I hate most right now:

1. Episode 8. I'm still really hating on it, but I'm also beginning to really hate my normal hated plot points for the whole season. Seeing it over and over again just irritates me even more about this steaming pile.

2. People. Just in general. Latest asshole to get on my nerves is the breeder mom I got my baby girl from, who is dumping/rehoming a little dog she's had for over 4 years (the "uncle" to my baby girl) because she pinched out two fleshloaves in a row and the dog barks (God forbid) and it ✨scares her girls✨. Naw, fuck you, that dog was familia before you decided to pop out two of the fugliest little things I've seen (her husband is fug...and the girls look like him... 😬😬😬😬😬). If I had only 2 dogs, I'd totally take him in and reunite him with his favorite niece (my baby...I have video somewhere of her playing with him, they loved each other).

Anyway. That person, my building manager, and Junkie Cat Lady Fallout is what's been bothering me/adding to my depression.

3. This motherfucker

I hate him so much that I've taken to killing him several times in AI. This was the best one:

The best thing about these bots is that they have sounds that are more accurate than Botify.

"Goddamn orange!" is canon, IDC what anyone thinks.

Yeah yeah, I'm writing, I'm writing. But my ADHD ass is wondering how an AI bot could be so funny and accurate (accuracy maybe not this exchange, but right now it's giving me an exchange between King Viserys and Queen Alicent that is accurate to the characters, and it's through one bot — a young Helaena — that's doing it and it's like watching a whole ass episode of HOTD). Now if only the Aemond bot would stop tryna fk me, I'd be happy 💀... *wonders how RP would be with OG GOT characters...could use the hand cannon on Cersei 🍊*

This is the face I created for the rp, the face of the dude who pummeled Crispy with oranges...he's a Kingsguard ofc...kinda looks like a fkn darker Jamie Lannister, but I didn't mean him to be LOL

Ser Jonathan and his Hand Cannon 🍊✨

[whorrorfix]

bitches be like “he’s my comfort character” and it’s just some dude covered in blood

[heartorbit]

and so love has come to an end

[kalmiaclown]

I passed oyt and was blessed with a vision...

[ravxe3n]

when the poolverine/x men origins poolverine universes collide

before wade wilson turned into a crazy seasoned raw chicken)

[aropride]

covid's cool because you get it and you might not even know because you have no symptoms. and you might feel like you have a bad cold or the flu. and you might end up in the hospital or dead. And then after you'll either feel fine. or you'll feel kinda off for a few months. or you'll have years or a lifetime of dealing with a new/worsened disability/disabilities. or you'll die. and you have to gamble every time you go out or take off your mask whether you want to risk getting it or not. and also most of society has decided it's probably fine to risk it because surely it won't happen to them. of course they've had that nagging cough and trouble exercising for months now but that's not covid, it's just this weird cold going around. no they didn't take a covid test, it's probably not covid. no they're not going to wear a mask, they didn't test positive (because they didn't take a test). every day it's like, okay, i might get the Virus That Gives You Seven Disabilities today, and i might not, and absolutely nobody around me is doing anything to prevent anyone else from getting it anymore, because everyone wants to pretend it's not happening. that's really fine and normal.

[socvincjpeg]

bonus

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