#EVERYBODY SAY GOOD MORNING

[cutie-lumi]

Wakey-Wakey ❤️❤️❤️

[thehecklingmouse]

Kaveh and alhaitham would have the worst nicknames for each other, just to annoying each other with, but then they accidentally become endearing

[aeb-art]

note: the following is three (almost four) years post-game

okay fine i'll just draw comics for my au since writing is so dang hard smh

anyways welcome to two coins! where loop shows up again but siffrin only got the one hat ending

[im-getting-help]

I just want Felix hugging a pillow and ruminating about Oliver OliverOliverOliverOliverOliverOliverOliver, OliverQuick.

Why is he unable to stop thinking about Oliver? why is it that he's been thinking about Oliver every night and every single day since they met?

Oliver has been sleeping in the next room for a couple of days. Oliver is currently sleeping in the next room. how does he looks when he's asleep?

I want Felix getting up and going through the bathroom and opening Oliver's bedroom door without stopping to think, because if he stops to think he won't do whatever it is he's going to do. I want Felix to find Oliver reading a novel in bed.

Why is he reading at this hour? how late is it? it's well past midnight. Oliver is wearing his glasses.

I want Felix finally giving up and hopping up to the bed, straddling Oliver before leaning down, softly grabbing his face and kissing him.

I want Oliver being so fucking surprised and confused by it that he isn't able to reciprocate, holding to his book for dear life, sure that he's dreaming.

I want Felix grabbing the book from Oliver's hands and gently placing it in the bed side table, because he wouldn't just throw something that's not his. I want Felix taking Oliver's glasses off his face so delicately, and placing them on top of the book before going back to kiss him, slowly, savoring those plush lips that'd been driving him insane for so long.

I want Oliver to melt. I want Oliver gone, out, brain disconnected. I want Oliver offline for the next hour, hands delicately placed on Felix's hips and just, letting Felix take over.

I want them to fall asleep together. I want Felix waking up hours later hugging Oliver, his face pressed against Oliver's back.

I want him to slowly sit up and watch how Oliver turns around and keeps sleeping, snoring softly.

[pushing500]

Shockingly enough, Candlelight won this fight. My little Water caste T'au is getting better at melee, it seems. Maybe all those "practice" fights with Laurie have paid off. Candlelight left this fight with two bruises on her torso, and Andrei had two broken bones in his right leg and a broken left arm.

What if we pushed our Rimworld beds together?

Jk, jk!

...

Unless...?

I know they all sleep in their clothes in-game, but that seems so uncomfortable. I'm going to just keep drawing everyone in pyjamas.

Look, I don't like Wookshys, but I can appreciate a man who takes time out of his important chores (spending all day fishing) to remind his secret girlfriend that she is loved and very smoochable. As much as I hate to admit it, I think Albina is in good hands.

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[the-vibing-ghoul]

some people will be all about mental health awareness and leftist ideals of at least tolerating the mentally ill who show ''ugly'' symptoms until it's someone they know and ''care'' about having a bad day and acting like it in a way they don't find appealing

[floral-hex]

woke up at 4am feeling the weight of my life crushing me, so I’ve been sitting out in my car for the last couple of hours because I just need. to. be. somewhere else.

[sophieebridgerton]

give me my dawns back everything that dies makes its way on back i need one small victory

[sirpeppersto]

me, getting out of the shower this afternoon: man what a refreshing shower after an early shift at work, i can't wait to spend time with my fiance after this long week

the slothful mold spore:

[tsuchinokoroyale]

POV you’ve woken up from a nap to find a very nervous beagle terrier has wiggled his way into ur arms

[aeide-thea]

die eigentliche Frage: wie viel Duolingo muss ich noch machen, bevor ich hoffen kann, hier auf Deutsch zu schreiben?

(viel mehr, bevor ich etwas Interessantes sagen kann! aber die Katze sitzt jetzt auf mir, was nicht interessant zu hören, aber ganz angenehm zu erleben ist. 😽)

[artsandstoriesandstuff]

Also good morning everyone! :)

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: May 10

"The Ghosts of Beverly Drive” by Death Cab for Cutie

[randomwriteronline]

There are things in Melli's teeth that better never come out.

That foolish wall of a warden doesn't understand that at a glance when he sees him sitting like that, curved on himself and sunken miserably inside his shoulders, arms on his knees like a moody teenager, staring into a pool of melting snow as it were the source of everything damned and rotten across all of time.

He waits before speaking; and it makes the younger dread it worse.

"He was very fond of you."

"Oh spare me your mockery!" he shouts as he jumps to his feet, hand cutting through the air in a motion that demands silence. His voice sounds like a snarl: "I don't need you to twist the Quick Fang deeper in the wound by telling me how much of a friend your spouse thought me to be!"

Gaeric laughs. It's a laugh of incredulity, which is why the other warden doesn't turn around and try to claw his eyes out with his bare nails.

"You think too highly of me," he says with a sad bitterness in his tone that has nothing to do with his interlocutor.

Melli turns to him: "How so?" he barks.

He can see it now that he faces him: a deep melancholy in lighter blue eyes, a dejected drop in the wide shoulders' stance.

"He was very fond of me, too," Gaeric replied. "He could be nothing more."

And then there was silence between them.

How long had this gone on? This tug-of-war, this competition for something that ended up being unattainable? A couple years for certain: growling like Umbreons they had circled one another showing teeth, biting deep if only with jabs and vitriolic words because neither could afford a direct physical approach, fueled by a centuries-old feud between their bloods and a more recent one between their hearts, striking and retreating all under the cover of darkness, so that it would remain a secret to both the Clans and the object of their affection.

And now he is gone, with no way of finding him again; and even if he had remained, they could have never had him.

"Wherever he may be," Gaeric says, solemn and saddened, "I hope happiness finds him."

Melli glares angrily, with his eyes heavy and lucid from tears.

"I hope he doesn't remember me at all," he croaks back with a hiss, "So I can pretend that none of this ever happened, and that I didn't play myself like a fool."

That spite has always been there, intermingled with furious embarrassment. He's too proud for romance, he decided once - he can't suffer, can't stand all the waiting and courting and heartbreak when it comes. He should have done well remembering that haughty thought and sticking to it.

He hates how honest Gaeric is about it. He hates how he is not grieving, but almost; he hates how he doesn't think it's an injustice that he couldn't be loved back, that the man he felt so much towards is lost forever to a time he will never even live to see. He hates how he isn't angry, just sad.

Melli is too, of course. They're in the same situation, after all. But he is angry as well: angry at fate and angry at himself and angry at him, at the fact that even if he had made any sort of avance he would have been rejected like anybody else who could have tried, all because of something that nobody had any power over nor fault in. He is angry at the unpredictability of it all, at how he knows this is the right ending, the one he truly deserved, the one where he gets to be truly happy and whole again in a way that he could not be here.

"He didn't mean that. You know it," Gaeric says. Of course, he is right. "He was never one to hurt on purpose."

"But it hurts all the same, doesn't it?" Melli replies with a voice that breaks halfway through: "And I'll never forgive him for that."

I'll never forgive him for being allowed to return safe and sound and finally free to the barely remembered home he missed to the point of tears.

What a selfish thought.

Gaeric doesn't mock him when the lie makes him start crying warm furious tears. They sit together, six feet apart, looking in silence at the snow as it melts, and know within themselves that this is the closest they will ever come to feel to one another. All of this will pass: they will move on from these emotions and lose them between other memories, as impossible as it may sound to them in this moment and place.

It might be spring too, somewhere else, sometime else; it might be autumn.

They wish him to be safe, and warm, and loved, until all that exists stops being.

[morning-glory215]

If I have to see one more dumbass my age claim that St*rb*cks is funding Isr*el I'm going to throw myself into the ocean

[carwoodron]

i want you all to know that if youve ever left enthusiastic tags or any tags really on any of my posts i love you forever and will fight for you to the death if called upon