#COUGHS UP BLOOD AND DIES

[ciceroandthelistener]

the church bell chimed ‘til it rang twenty-nine times for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald

don’t have a clever title for this one yet, sorry for the eyesore of a watermark but it’s about my best option

also thanks to @pelinalblancserpent for the screenshot of tel vos that became the background :3

kofi

[virigorne]

Older woman who is just as obsessed with me as I am with her where are you...

[gggoldfinch]

Wore heels for 6-ish hours straight yesterday and now my sciatica is acting up so bad lmao 🧍🏻‍♀️my lower back is so tight; one of my toes has been tingly for over 24 hrs because of a pinched nerve??? my knee is inexplicably swollen??? I’m dying probably🤷🏻‍♀️

[willosword]

HE IS SO FUCKING CUTE I NEED TO CRUSH A TIN CAN WITH PSYCHIC POWERS

[paingoes]

?!?!?!!?!??! WHATTTTTTTTTT THE FUCKKKKKKKK

HELLO??????????? 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

The forces of limbo aligned both my completely random drawing impulses, and my reading slight hiperfocus on @paingoes 's Destroyer series.

This is the result of it.

Delta (<3)

Delta crying, because why not?

Delta with shining eyes and freckles, because why not #2?

The limbo did not give me the ability to represent glowing skin artistically, so glowing freckles and eyes will be it.

[bistaxx]

Hey guys remember when um-

[bucksboobs]

I have a headcanon that Eddie waited 20 minutes and then called Tommy to apologize for “ruining their date” and encourages Tommy to give Buck a second chance.

[kara-zor-els]

It's my birthday 🎂

[airocats]

[drumlincountry]

I love tucking my hair up under a flatcap. Makes me feel like a daring young lassie on her way to become a sailor or a soldier or some such.

[999moreyears]

guy wi th worlds worst 2nd hand embarrassment when he watches the most embarrassing episode

[medicalunprofessional]

‘ My skin is metallic now, no longer an elegant powder blue ‘

- King Crimson. Lyrics to “Dig Me”

[meanya]

Me when I wash my stimulant meds down with a sugary coffee and chase it with black tea because I wanna meet god today:

[fagbearentertainment]

Every time I wear socks without shoes it reminds of that time in 2020 I almost died from covid and my mom made me wear socks and vaper rub on my feet before bed to try to help with my cough

[lunarelly]

studio bones hates me specifically bc they haven’t animated storm bringer yet

[normaltothemax]

Last of Us (Show) Starters ❝ you keep your eyes on me. and don’t look anywhere else. ❞ (jason m&m)

Jason remembered dying the first time. Remembered what it felt like. The pain and the cold and the nothingness. He was strange mix of them, now, laying there, struggling to breathe on the cool, hard ground. Somewhere between feeling cold and feeling nothing at all, all that pain still lingering.

Those weren’t the worst parts about dying, though.

No, the worst part was the fear.

The fear of knowing it was all coming to an end, that he was going to die and it was going to hurt and he couldn’t do anything to stop it. That Dean couldn’t do anything to stop it. There wasn’t time. Jason was hurt far too badly, had lost far too much blood. It wouldn’t matter if Dean broke the sound barrier driving, Jason wouldn’t make the trip.

But it was okay, because this time, Jason wasn’t alone.

This time, someone had made in time.

This time, his dad was here with him.

His grip on Dean’s hand was weak, but he held on stubbornly, not willing to give up the contact if he could help it. “N-no—” Blood speckled his lips and chin as he coughed, the harsh sound tearing up his throat. “No deals,” he choked out. “N-no…no deals.” Jason didn’t want that. He didn’t want Dean throwing away his life for him. He didn’t want to be brought back if it would cost him the very best thing he had. “P-promise.”

Promise him, Dean.

He was fading fast, couldn’t tear his eyes away from Dean if he’d tried. Not that he would. Jason wanted that comfort, he wanted that feeling of safety, even if he knew it wasn’t real. Even though he knew it wouldn’t last.

But his eyelids were growing heavy. It didn’t hurt anymore—he remembered this, knew it was time—and he was so very tired. His eyes slipped closed, the barest hint of a smile on his lips. “S’okay.” It was okay. Dean was here. The last words he spoke were a mumbled, “Love you,” Jason needing Dean to know that, before he gave in and let the darkness take him.

@therebetterbepie (x)