#I DON'T WANT TO

[buried-in-stardust]

Writing a poem:

忽有故人心上過，回首山河已是冬

他朝若是同淋雪，此生也算共白頭

[vt-scribbles]

anyone else profoundly tired

[pratchettquotes]

'Look, I don't want to have to come in there and get you!' said Scattering with heartfelt accuracy.

Terry Pratchett, Unseen Academicals

[modmad]

How do you feel about the fact that the Mr Puzzle character has now appeared on the Internet and is literally a copy of RGB in appearance? 🤨

do I start a fucking tip jar for these messages or what

[fretbored34]

Avolition ftw

[cowboylikeghost]

NO PLEASE NO

[whosname]

[Id. Digital drawing of a depressed Gintoki as a cat in Kabukicho Stray Cat Arc curled up in a ball. The text reads "I don't want to/I don't want to." End Id.]

[windsweptinred]

Behold! A Dionysus x Orpheus part headcanon/part mini fic ‘thing’ that has been haunting my brain.

They reunite with much joy and relief. In a world where chaos slowly gains ground and everything is changing around them, they're the one constant left to each other. Orpheus, the last remaining connection Dionysus has, that hasn't been brutally ripped from him. Dionysus, the one steadfast presence left in Orpheus’s life now Riddy has gone. The old order is dying, the future is uncertain. But they have each other and they find solace and comfort in that. 

Dionysus’s faith in Orpheus never shirks, Orpheus’s support for Dionysus never wavers…Feelings form. They're both men of extremes, they fall fast and they fall hard. But his time in the Underworld has left Orpheus plagued by self-doubt. He berates himself constantly for being obsessive, selfish and suffocating with those he loves. He swears to be better for Dionysus. So despite it being completely against his nature, despite his overwhelming desire to prostrate himself at the god's feet and worship him with every fibre of his being. He instead holds back, tries to love Dionysus subtly and quietly. At a time when Dionysus, a naturally exuberant diety, needs loud and consistent shows of affection more than ever before. 

Dionysus watches his friend withdraw and questions if his love is reciprocated. Orpheus sang for Riddy, as if he couldn't keep all that love for her within himself. Yet he receives nothing but shy smiles and careful touches from the musician. Perhaps his father was right? Perhaps the love he craves is forever out of his reach, held at bay by the divine ichor in his veins. 

Orpheus watches the one he adores wilt, watches this vivacious, glorious being dim like a smothered flame. Knows it is once again somehow his fault. And hates himself all the more for it. 

Until one day, Orpheus, in an attempt to heal whatever he has wrought, presents Dionysus with a watch. A gift, he calls it. A replacement for the one the young Olympian nobly sacrificed on his behalf. And Dionysus, with a rare solemnity for the god of frenzy, offers it back to him. Says he's gifting it in turn to Orpheus, and asks, ‘Would you wear it?’ It's a pivotal moment, they both know it. A test, though the mortal doesn't know the hows and whys of it. And in that moment, high on nerves and adrenaline, Orpheus lets his control falter, and lets slip in his most devoted manner, that Dionysos may as well brand it permanently on his skin, as he'd never take it off. 

Kicking himself, Orpheus instantly goes to apologise, retract his fumble. Until he sees the golden fire alight in Dionysus's eyes. And a hopeful smile play upon his lips. The god takes his wrist reverently in his hand, before pointing to the base of the inked titan Atlas, hefting his mighty burden and questions in a frenzied whisper, “Here?” Orpheus smiles brightly, offering his wrist in willing sacrifice and declares earnestly and adoringly, ‘Anywhere you want.’ He watches with exhilaration as the blue veins under the god's digit darken, spread and begin to form a design. 

Later, his mind already a whirl with lyrics, sprung from the taste of wine found upon his new muses lips, Orpheus asks cautiously if this is truly alright? If he's not too much? His divine lover smirks playfully, nipping at his newest tattoo, a clock face encircled by the god's signature vines, emblazoned on his wrist for all to see. “I'm the god of excess Phe.” The blonde declares proudly. “There's no such thing as ‘too much’.”

(I may return to write this out properly as a fic at some point, time allowing. But I needed to get it out of my head and onto paper, so to speak. These two are driving me crazy in all the best ways.) 

[jaypentaghast]

IZZY WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR LEG

he has it in this part of the trailer so are we going to see how it happens??? ;;;

[apersononearth011]

ugh, i have to get sleep to function? that's so lame of the universe

[2ndstar-ontheright]

I don't wanna draw the gay dogs from tiktok as lesbians.

BUT THE PARASITES

[krirebr]

Please send all the best vibes my way!!! I'm about to go into what could be a very unpleasant meeting with one of my accounts and I will be in it by myself (my boss tried to get it canceled since she can't be there, but to no avail). I am very anxious! It's gonna suck!

Or better yet, just send Curtis to destroy my enemies and bring me french fries. Please and thank you.

[popcorn-plots]

sunday is the day of rest in the bible, why do I have to go job-hunting

[book-girl4evaaa]

Ok but do I have to go to sleep?

[chiarrara]

worst part about adhd paralysis: having to pee