#BRING IT. ILL CRUSH THIS

[wildstar25]

MiqoMarch Day 23 - Midnight

With their intended voyage into the void only a few days out, Arsay thought it the upmost importance that she steal her partner away to Kugane, that they might share one more fond memory together should things not turn out the way they plan in the thirteenth. It was as they crossed the very same bridge the miqo'te had once sat on together two years prior when Arsay gifted Y'shtola with a bracelet matching that of her own. A token of endearment which, Arsay confessed, she would have given to her fellow scion back then, had nerves not gotten the best of her. While their relationship has undoubtedly changed since the initial purchase of the jewellery, the sentiment remained the same. Y'shtola was someone who Arsay loved dearly and she will forever be grateful to have the seeker's life intertwined with her own. No matter where their free spirits took them, they would always hold each other in their hearts. A promise Y'shtola was more than willing to keep. She slipped the the string of beads around her wrist without a second thought. They were never to come off, not even when the two decided to delay their return to Radz-at-Han in favour of a private bath at the dead of night.

[literallymikewheeler]

i dont think i can physically like a character normally

[garrandia]

physical attraction is so wild to mi

oh i feel burning cant stop thinkin abt them oh the desire

and meanwhile im just

[scarameownya]

i fucking love the "A fell first but B fell harder" trope so much that shit makes me so ISJDJSJDJSJDJF

[fujouppy]

been really into this sandwich/burger lately: bottom bun, thin layer mayonnaise, mushed 1/3rd of a can of green peas, american cheese, 4 pieces of fried bacon, normal cheese, ham, american cheese, another layer of mayonnaise & top bun. i use hamburger buns for it cause i bought some when i made burgers for me & my mum and then didnt use them cause we had buns with cheese on top & they sounded better but im sure any other type of bun or maybe toast (or just regular boring bread if ur weird) would work too. also i put the hamburger buns on the grill pan w the bacon for a minute or two cause that makes them real niceys. i dont think anyone will try making this after reading this post as mushed canned green peas (they have to be canned peas) r a bit too avant garde for sandwichburgerthings but i wanted to share this w the world anyway

[mercuryislove]

it's like I want to make a cry for help but I don't even know what help I want or need. I need to just be. not on this earth any longer

[mirrortouchedsea]

it's okay if we both end up afraid

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notes: so uh. i've been thinking about this little scene since i read obbligato for the first time and i finally decided to write it down. inflicted emotional damage on all of my friends! also the title is from a memory away by matt maeson which feels like a tatsukana song. to me.

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Kaname collapsed onto the floor of the underground catacombs where he had been spending most of his time the past few months. He and Tatsumi had just finished up the last of their promotion for their big announcement the next day and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little nervous. 

He felt the butterflies in his stomach churn at the thought of the announcement going poorly. The non-special students had seemed to like the idea enough but it was going to take a lot to convince the special students to join their company. They were doing it for the greater good, he reminded himself. 

“Hey, Tatsumi-senpai, are you…nervous, for tomorrow?” he asked, tracing a finger over the ground next to his leg. “Are you worried that they won’t accept our proposal?” 

He heard Tatsumi’s gentle chuckle as the other boy sat next to him on the ground. Tatsumi’s warm hand moved to cover Kaname’s own colder one. He had always run cold, and the underground climate didn’t help him any. The butterflies in his stomach calmed down just a little. 

“Well, I’ll be there to protect you if things go wrong, HiMERU-san.” Tatsumi’s thumb rubbed comforting circles over Kaname’s knuckles. 

“You can call me Kaname, Tatsumi-senpai,” he said without thinking. It took him a second to realize what he had just done. “I mean, only if you want to. But you can call me by my name in private if you’d like.” The words fell out of his mouth before he could catch them. 

Tatsumi chuckled again. “Thank you, Kaname-san.” 

Kaname turned to look up at Tatsumi, to look him in the eyes and see if they were feeling the same way. Were there nervous butterflies dancing in his stomach turning into a storm that could swallow him whole too? 

“You never answered my question, Tatsumi-senpai. Are you nervous for tomorrow?” 

Tatsumi’s smile faltered for just a moment, enough that Kaname could tell there was something he wasn’t saying. 

“I am…sure that the Lord will protect and guide us tomorrow. Nothing bad will happen, HiME--Kaname-san.” He corrected himself quickly. Kaname just prayed to whatever god was out there that Tatsumi would stop avoiding the question. 

Kaname adjusted his hand so that their fingers were intertwined, a familiar gesture between the two boys when they were alone at this point. He could feel the tension leave Tatsumi as he gently squeezed his hand. 

“I’m not asking about that, Tatsumi-senpai. I’m asking how you feel. Please, be honest with me. I want to be equal with you and I can’t if you won’t tell me how you’re feeling.” 

Tatsumi sighed. 

“I am nervous, yes. Though aren’t most people nervous before big performances?” 

Kaname squeezed his hand again. “Yeah, they are. But we’re in this together, got it?” 

Tatsumi’s smile grew ever so slightly and Kaname felt his heart leap in his throat. 

“Of course, Kaname-san. 

We should get some sleep.” 

Tatsumi moved to get up, warm fingers leaving cold ones to set up their sleeping bags. Kaname reached out to him one last time.

“Can we…sleep together tonight?” his face heated up at the proposition, even though that, too, had become almost routine for them on particularly bad nights for Kaname. He had never asked to sleep with Tatsumi before they had actually gone to sleep, though. It only happened after Kaname had woken up from a nightmare or a panic attack, when Tatsumi would hold him close and whisper calming words into his ear, so close he could feel his breath. 

“Fufu, of course Kaname-san.” 

Kaname breathed in Tatsumi’s cologne like it was the last time he’d ever get to hold the other boy close. His heart steadied, breath evened out as the two of them drifted off to sleep. 

The next day as the other students beat his body senseless, Kaname let the same scent drift him off to sleep once more. 

[hwsforeignrelations]

Everybody learns at their own pace everybody learns in their own time everybody everybody learns at the time best for them everybody-

[neo-shitty]

GETO SUGURU.

[aloverslonging]

she’s got a boyfriend she’s had since 2019 and she may not even like other genders other than males, so i don’t expect the feelings to be returned nor expect anything from her nor do i plan to say anything, but i sigh thinking about her bc she’s very cute lol

[olli-online]

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[coles-scythe]

Does anyone else feel like a strange sense of bittersweet nostalgia for previous F/Os that you no longer see as an F/O (for any reason)? Kinda like a sense of longing for what was, but the feelings just aren't there anymore or have changed to something else.

[chiisana-lion]

the way i could get So much done and draw so many things i've wanted to for a while now with the amount of time i spend just waiting for my next assignment If It Were Not for my friend sitting right there next to me. i may be working on being more shameless and besides she and this other guy from our class in this same internship have drawn yaoi right out in the open before but like. well what do i have to lose anyways (a lot) (she's really cool in general and i need to maintain my Normal Person image between her and our other classmates) (one of the first few good friends ive made in years but not that close enough just yet that i can really be Too open) (i cannot stress enough that shes a rly big midorip and should she ever find out this side of me i might as well go and transfer again)

[bestpupper]

unrequited queer crush got me turning into gomez addams. im frightened!

[milkwands]

which could and does mean nothing but what if it meant something

[furiousfinnstan]

URGENT!!!Help Abdul Salam Al-Anqar and his family get through this war in Gaza!!!

(URGENT) THEY ARE AT €3,445 OUT OF €50,000 GOAL

I was asked by @nader5555 to make this, if u cannot donate please please share this post. Copy pasted from a message i was sent:

"Only a Few Hours Left Before We Enter Our First Year of War, Genocide, Starvation, and Displacement A Final Plea from the Heart of Hell: Save Us Before Hope Dies 💔🔥 I am Abdel Salam, and I have nothing left but words written by a trembling hand ✍️. The war has not only destroyed our lives; it has taken everything from us. Our home, which was once our refuge, is now a pile of rubble 🏚️.

My car, my only source of livelihood, was destroyed in a sudden strike 🚗, and the work that sustained us is now a distant memory 💼. Today, I live in an endless nightmare. Under a sun that burns everything in its path 🌞🔥, my family and I sit in a worn-out tent, a tent that shields us neither from the summer heat nor the winter cold ❄️. Insects 🦟 invade the place, diseases consume our bodies 🩺, and my younger siblings cry from hunger and thirst 🍞💧. We have no clean water or a crumb of bread to ease our hunger. Each passing day deepens the weight of this hell we live in.

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With every tear, with every pain, I write this final plea to you, Abdel Salam."

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