#I LIVE FOR THE TEARS TEARS

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

~An Encounter With the Pieces of Utter Scum that Bullied York~ (hurt/comfort)

⚠️TW⚠️ possible body dysmorphia, bullying, sensored swearing, sad Yorkie and a very angry Texas

Main characters in this: New York, Texas, and York’s bullies. Other characters may be mentioned or make an appearance tho.

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10:00 am:

York woke up with a yawn after getting a decent amount of sleep for once (as in, he was awake till 6 in the morning before his body decided to just shut down). That had been the first time he’d slept in a very long time, so he couldn’t say he didn’t feel better at least a little bit. But something felt… off. He couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was, but something just felt- wrong. About him. He just decided to shake it off and get ready for the day.

He swung his feet over the side of the bed and went to go stand up, only for his knees to give out, making him fall with a loud-ish thud. ‘Godd*mnit….’ He cursed himself. He stood up and brushed it off so he continue doing what he was doing. York walked over to his closet to pick an outfit and just decided on a tank top and some jeans, or at least… until he took off his t-shirt and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror that he had in his closet.

But not just himself, but the several scars that littered his torso, big and small. Especially the one that started at the top of his right shoulder and traveled across his back to his upper left hip… that one…. He hated them. He hated the way he could literally SEE his ribs, and his hip bones… he hated it all…. York tried to hold back his tears, yet a single one rolled down his face. He was quick to wipe it away when he heard a knock on his door.

"Ay Yorkie?! Are ya dead or alive in there?" He heard Massachusetts’s voice shout.

"A-alive, why do ya wanna know?!" He shouted back.

"I thought I heard the thud of death comin’ from yer room, so I came to check on ya!!" Mass shouted.

"I dropped somethin’." York responded. He heard Mass chuckle behind the door.

"Good. Cuz what do I always say?"

"*sigh* That ain’t no one no how gon’ kill me but you." He responded, rolling his eyes fondly.

"Exactly. I’ll see ya downstairs, I’m pretty sure that Tex is makin’ breakfast today." Mass said proudly before walking downstairs.

York hated the thought of eating right now. It just made him nauseous, tho he knew that he needed to eat something. He let out a shaky sigh as he put back the tank top and jeans and exchanged them for sweatpants and an oversized band-tee that he had gotten at some point. After putting them on, he grabbed his giant friggin’ coat and beanie that he wore everyday and put them on as well, not even bothering with brushing his hair. After taking one last look at himself in the mirror and deeming himself presentable, he headed downstairs to the main floor where the others were.

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Downstairs:

New York came downstairs and walked in the kitchen where Texas, Louisiana, Florida, and Mass were all chilling, either eating or talking or in Tex’s case, making breakfast.

Texas looked up from where he was cooking over the stove. "Mornin’ sleepyhead! I made eggs and bacon, ya wan’ some?" He asked with a smile.

"No thanks, I ain’t really hungry right now. I’ll just stick to coffee." York said, walking over to the coffee machine.

"Suit yerself." Texas said with a small chuckle before going back to making breakfast for the others.

The Empire State just rolled his eyes and started making himself some coffee when he felt someone lightly jab him in the back, making him flinch. He heard the sound of Florida snickering behind him and sighed before going back to making coffee.

"Pfft- you’re so jumpy York, it’s honestly hilarious!!" Florida said whilst laughing his a$$ off.

"Yea yea whateva’. Shut the f(speaks New York) up before America only has 49 states." York said, giving Florida a death glare.

"Pfft- yea- okay…" The Sunshine State said as he went to go terrorize the other states.

New York sighed as he turned back to his coffee which was done brewing. He added some honey to it and started to drink it, completely disregarding the fact that it was indeed freshly made and still boiling hot. "Ow- F(speaks New York)!" (I have done this before, and I’m just gonna say that it pretty much ruins the rest of whatever you’re drinking)

"Woah slow down York!! What’d yer tongue ever do to you huh?" Mass jokingly said whilst chuckling.

York glared at him. "Shut tf up."

Mass put his hands up in mock surrender. "I’m just sayin’~"

"Well stop ‘just sayin’ before I beat the sh*t outta ya."

"Alright alright, I was just jokin’ around with ya, kid." said the Bay State as he swung an arm over the the taller’s shoulders playfully. He observed what York was wearing and gave him a judging look. "Ya really gonna wear that today?"

"Yea why wouldn’t I?" York replied.

"It’s gonna be like- 80 degrees today, and yer wearin’ that giant fa(speaks Boston)in’ coat and sweatpants?!"

"Eh I’ll be fine." York said, not wanting to tell his older brother the actual reason that he was was wearing this.

"Aight then…" Mass said before walking away to most likely talk to Pennsylvania.

York finished coffee and started heading back up to his room. He had only made it to the foot of the stairs when all of a sudden, New Jersey’s Boxer, Murrie, tackled him to ground and started licking his face and sniffing him, making the state burst into high pitched giggles as he tried to push her off gently.

"Hehehey Murriehehe!! Ohohoff girl, ohohoff!! (Hey Murrie!! Off girl, off!!)" he said through his giggles as he tried to get her off of him. But alas, the persistent pup thought of this as a game and started playing around and jumping around and playfully pushing him with her front paws, which made poor York curl up in a giggly little ball as a reflex. He uncovered his face a bit to see Jersey walking towards the two with an amused look on his face.

"Alright alright Murrie!! Give the poor thing a break." Jersey said, calling his dog away from his younger brother so he could actually breathe. "You doin’ aight Yorkie? Ya ain’t lookin’ too good. I mean- she just kinda tackled ya to the ground outta nowhere."

"I’m fihihihine duhuhumb*$$." York said, taking Jersey’s hand that he had offered and allowing himself to be pulled into a standing position. ‘Ok- that felt way too easy for him-‘ York thought as he brushed himself off.

"If ya say so, c’mon Murrie! Let’s go outside!!" Jersey said, snapping his fingers and walking away with his dog. York turned and started heading upstairs again.

(Listen, I know this part didn’t really fit with the story too well, but it was too cute and wholesome to leave out 🥺🥺. Just- Yorkie getting along with animals- AHHHHH 😭🤌)

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Three hours later, so around 1pm:

So now York was just flat out bored. He decided that he might as well actually brush his hair today, seeing as he was bored and had absolutely nothing else to do. He got up out of bed and walked over to his closet-mirror and took off his hat. He grabbed his brush and raised his arm up to brush his hair, only to stop when he could see his hip bones peeking out from under his shirt, which had raised along with his arm.

He hated it. ‘Why do I look like that…’ he thought to himself as he lowered his arms and set down the brush. He grabbed his beanie and put it back on as he walked over to his bed. The only thing he could think about was his body and how much he hated it. How much he hated all of the scars. How much he hated the fact that he could quite clearly see his ribs. How much he hated it all.

‘Y’know what? I’m just gonna take a walk. Walks are good.’ He thought to himself as he grabbed a pair of shoes and put them on. He stood up from his bed, silently cursing himself when his knees gave out and he fell AGAIN (just a heads up for y’all that don’t know about my hc: York sometimes has trouble walking without having his knees give out. He’s gotten a lot better, but it still happens sometimes). This time tho, he fell a harder, meaning he was definitely gonna have bruises on both knees. Like last time, he got up and brushed himself off before going downstairs again.

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Downstairs again:

The Empire State walked downstairs and waved to Louisiana, who smiled and waved back from where he was hanging off the back of the couch.

"Hey York! How’re ya doin’ sha?" Loui said. He could sense that there was something wrong with his friend, but decided to just ignore it.

‘Not good. I hate my body, I hate it so much…’ York thought to himself, but just said "Good I guess."

Loui smiled brightly, "That’s good to hear sha. Where’re ya goin’?"

"Jus’ for a walk." York said when he got to the front door.

"Oh. Are ya sure ya wanna wear dat sha? It’s like- 80 degrees out. Heatstroke is gonna come an’ bite ya in the *$$."

"I’ll be aight." Said the Empire State.

"At leas’ get a lighta jacket if yer gonna wear one at all sha." Loui said, minorly concerned for his friend’s safety.

York sighed and rolled his eyes fondly. Everyone knew how much Louisiana cared for them, and they were all quite endeared by it. "Fine." he said as he grabbed a lighter jacket off the coat rack. York said his goodbyes and walked out the door.

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At the park at 2pm:

York felt somewhat at peace now. The sound of the trees swaying, birds chirping, children running around playing, the wind blowing around him, it was all calming to him. Except for the sun that was beating down on his soul. He was starting to really think that he should’ve listened to his brother and friend, but quickly shut down the thought when he remembered what he looked like. The memories of his body flashed in his mind again as he continued walking, ruining his peaceful state of mind.

Thoughts such as ‘God why do I look like that….’ and ‘Why can’t I just be normal…?’ flashed through York’s mind. He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts when something caught his eye.

‘Was that…? Oh god- oh sh*t- oh no no no no….’ York’s eyes widened a bit when he saw some people that he never hoped to see again. ‘M-maybe they won’t see me…. God I hope they don’t….’ York thought to himself as put his hood up, in hopes they wouldn’t see him or recognize him. Who is "they", you might ask? Well "they" are the guys that bullied New York for being skinny amongst other things. And they were there. At the park. York could only hope they didn’t notice him.

But unfortunately we don’t all get what we want, seeing as one the bullies made eye contact with York and pointed him out the others, who also all looked at him. York started walking faster, in hopes that maybe he would at least avoid conflict, but unfortunately when he heard running feet behind him and felt a hand grab his shoulder roughly and spin him around, he knew that wasn’t gonna to happen.

"What the he//?!" He shouted, prying the hand off his shoulder. He weakly glared at the other four guys.

"Hohoholy sh*t! Is that you, York?" The first guy said, laughing.

"Yes. Now s-shut up and leave m-me alone." York said darkly, but silently cursed himself for stuttering. He started feeling more uneasy when they all started laughing teasingly.

"No. I don’t think we will. Now, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO TELL US WHAT TO DO?!" The first guy shouted, grabbing the state by his arm harshly and digging his nails into York’s arm as he pulled York closer to him. He smiled maniacally when York cried out in pain. "Still as weak as ever huh?"

"L-LET GO OF ME- *yelp*" York screamed, yelping when he received a good ol’ slap across the face. He tried pulling on his arm, but unfortunately the guy holding him was absolutely jacked and York was too startled and on edge to put in his max effort to get away.

"SHUT IT YOU EMACIATED FREAK!!" One of the other guys said as he took York from first guy and threw him on the ground, relishing in the cry of pain he got in return.

York got up almost immediately and sucker punched him in the face before two sets of hands grabbed him and harshly threw him to the ground again (this poor baby’s been thrown at the ground like- twice by now 😭). He felt a single tear roll down his face and blood running down his chin. He heard the first guy scoff and say,

"Really?! Crying already, autistic freak?! We’ve barely done anything yet~" York didn’t like the sound of that. Another sound he didn’t like was the sound of a knife being unsheathed. Or the feeling of him being forcefully sat up onto his knees facing the second guy, who had a knife his hands. York flinched and yelped when the guy cut him across his cheek with the knife.

"That’s a little taste of when it’s my turn with you. Have at im’ guys." The knife b*tch said with a grin. That’s when the first guy walked over to York and slapped him again. York ended up curling in a lil’ ball on the ground as he tried to protect himself when the others started joining in on the beating the living crap out of him. He was lightly gasping for air and coughing up blood. These guys were truly insane that they could just grab someone and beat them THAT harshly for no reason at all and laugh at their cries.

‘God make it stop make it stop make it stop…..’ he thought to himself. Luckily for him, he wasn’t the only state that decided to go for a walk today. He heard the scream of one of the guys and felt them being ripped away from his body. York uncovered his eyes for a second to see Texas beating the living sh*t out of the bullies before covering them again.

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With Texas, before the *$$ beating of the bullies:

Texas had just been taking a nice peaceful walk in the park when he heard a bunch of screaming and yelling. He had decided to ignore it at first. That was, until he heard a familiar voice shout,

"L-LET GO OF ME-" and a yelp. It took Tex a hot minute to recognize that voice as New York’s. Why would New York be yelling at somebody to let him go?! More importantly, why did he yelp and sound like he was in pain?!?! This isnt right…. Texas started running in the direction of the yelling. He and New York didn’t always get along well, but he wasn’t about to leave him alone in a situation where he was definitely hurt and in danger.

When he was somewhere near the source of the noise, what he shocked him to his core. It was, in fact, York that had screamed at someone to let him go. The same York that had made that loud yelp. And that same York that was currently curled up in a ball on the ground getting beat up by like- 4 other guys. Oh he// no. Texas was not gonna let this stand.

"HEY!!" He shouted at them as he started running at them. He gained the attention of one guy, so that was the first guy he picked up by the neck and threw away from his fellow state. The others had turned their attention to the taller, who had thrown one of their guys like it was nothing. "Git away from im’ right. NOW." Tex said sternly, death glaring the other three guys. It clearly had some effect, seeing as fear was evident on their faces. The guy with the knife, also the tallest and strongest looking guy of the group, decided to attack Texas.

Seeing as it was meant to be a surprise attack, you can imagine the look on the guys’ faces when Texas dodged the attack with great ease and gut-punched the other guy as hard as he could. The guy cried out and fell to the ground in pain.

"Anyone else?" Asked the Lone Star State with a sadistic smile on his face. The looks of fear on the bullies’ faces was everything and it deeply satisfied Texas.

"N-no…" the two guys said nervously.

"Good. Now… GIT’!!" Texas said with a level of aggression that sent them running away as fast as they could, dragging their little friends with them.

Tex sighed and walked over to New York, who was still curled up in a ball on the ground. ‘Is he dead- oh god-‘ he thought to himself, but quickly erased the thought when he heard a small whimpering sound. The Lone Star State knelt down next to York’s body and placed a hand on his shoulder, only to remove it when the smaller hissed at him like a cat. ‘And here he says that he ain’t a cat in human form. Lil’ liar.’ Tex thought to himself.

"York. It’s me Texas. I ain’t gonna hurt ya." He said, putting a hand on York’s back gently, cuz his back was more than likely bruised. He moved his hand away and tried to gently pick up the Empire State, but stopped when the smaller cried out. He opted to move to the other side of York, so he could see his face and York could see his.

See, York didn’t even know what was happening anymore. He could barely see cuz his eyes were full of unshed tears and pain. He could barely hear cuz he tried to zone out and block out the yelling. And the only thing he could feel was pain and confusion. He uncovered his face when saw someone that looked different from any of the guys that were beating him a few minutes before. He tried to recognize the "person" that was in front of him and managed to recognize the pattern and colors of the person’s shirt. It was…. Texas?! Texas had been the one to save him?! But why?? It doesn’t matter. He was somewhat safe now. Aside from the fact that he couldn’t breathe or move without it hurting.

Texas was unsure of what do at this point. He had to make sure that York was okay (tho he quite clearly wasn’t), but he couldn’t move the Empire State without hurting him further. And needed the smaller to calm down as well, cuz he was also clearly not calm and having trouble breathing. ‘What’s something that his brethren do to calm im’ down or tire im’ out…. C’mon Tex, think, think…. Oh. That’ll do it.’ He thought to himself. He placed a gentle hand on York’s knee (cuz any other place he had put his hand would cause York pain) and teleported them both to a less crowded and more secret area.

York could obviously feel the change in environment, seeing as he had uncovered his face a little tiny bit. Texas gently took off the smaller’s hat and jacket and set them aside. Tbh he couldn’t believe he was doing this. He ran a gentle hand through York’s hair and gently scratched his scalp. This seemed to calm York down quite a bit, seeing as he was able to control his breathing again. ‘Da*m- his hair really is the softest thing ever-‘ Texas couldn’t help thinking to himself.

"Hey York? Are ya aight?" Tex asked. It took a few minutes, but eventually Texas received an answer.

"I-I d-don’t know…" York said softly. "I-it h-hurts…."

"Yea ya ain’t lookin’ too hot I’ll just say that." Texas replied, wincing a bit at the sight of the bruising on York’s arms. And that was just what he could SEE. He couldn’t even imagine the bruises along his fellow state’s legs, back and torso. He gently grabbed York’s wrists with one hand and used the other hand to push York’s legs away from his torso so he could check him over. He gently uncurled the injured state, much to the smaller’s dismay, muttering an apology when York cried out in pain.

"Ok. I’m gonna check ya for any broken ribs, so this might hurt." Tex warned.

"I-I’m probably f-fine." York said. He tried to get up, but instantly fell back down into Texas’s arms.

"Yea. Ok, Mr. I’m Probably Fine." Texas said teasingly. "Listen, I’ll be gentle, ok? But we gotta check to make sure that nothin’ is broken."

"F-fine…."

"Great. In the meantime, ya can tell me who those guys were and why on God’s green earth were they beatin’ ya like that." Texas said as he moved one his hands to the top of York’s rib cage.

"They were uhh… some guys I grew up with in school." Said York, wincing when he felt Texas’s finger gently press into one of his ribs.

"Were they some ol’ friends o’ yours that decided they didn’t like ya anymore?"

"God no. Quite t-the opposite actuALLY-" York replied, but got cut off with a whimper when Tex pressed into a broken rib. "S-sorry."

"What’re ya apologizin’ for? This stuff hurts, don’t you dare apologize for respondin’ to it." Said the Lone Star State. "Anyways, you were sayin’?"

"R-right. They w-weren’t my friends i-in any way. The only thing they ever did was bully me and push me around." York said. "I’m not even sure w-why they h-hated me to be honest. They just always did."

Texas was honestly shocked. "D-d*mn. What kinda things did they bully ya for? I always imagined ya as the kid that would either have no friends or just a small group of friends that just wanted to get through the year. Not the type for anyone to hate. Especially for no reason."

"W-well…. They bullied me for bein’ autistic for one. Treated me as if I wasn’t capable of anything and just a burden to have around cuz of it." York responded with a bit of sadness in his voice. "Which, they prolly right about tha-"

"New York." Texas said sternly, making York shut his mouth before he could finish that sentence. Texas sighed and looked at the smaller with slight pity. "Ya ain’t incompetent or a burden to have around, so don’t you DARE, insult yourself like that. Continue."

"O-okay…. Well, they also made fun of me because of my body. T-that honestly put me in a r-really dark place." York continued.

"Your body?! But there’s nothing wrong with yer body tho." Texas said, disgusted by what York had told him. "What kind of things did them rejects say about your body?"

"They always deemed me to be way too skinny. They called me too feminine, and they even went as far as to call me an emaciated freak of nature once. And because I was a lot weaker than them, they could just throw me around and beat me like a ragdoll."

"Oh sh*t…. You said that they did this fer no reason?! Who in their right mind does that to someone?!" Texas said. As previously mentioned, York and Texas didn’t always get along well, but they most certainly didn’t hate each other. Meaning when Tex found out that somebody was doing this to his friend, he was obviously pissed tf off and wishing he had done more than just punch and toss two of those b**tards.

"I-I don’t know. But it did put me in a d-dark place for a long time. All my life, I’ve never been able to gain weight. I’d rather not t-talk about it anymore…" said the smaller, feeling himself starting to cry again. "C-can we just go home??"

"Ofc. I’m all done, there seems to be only a few broken bones, but nothin’ to serious. Are ya able to teleport, or do ya want me to teleport you with me?" Texas responded, standing up and offering a hand to the shorter to take.

"I think I’m probably good to teleport myself." Said York as he took the taller state’s hand and stood up. Unfortunately, when he stood up, he fell into Texas, who caught him with much ease.

"Yea no yer not. I’ll just teleport ya with me." Tex said. He picked up York, smirking at the small squeak he gave, and teleported them to the statehouse, not even giving York a second to protest.

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At the statehouse:

After Tex had dropped York off in his room, he called Gov, New Jersey, Connecticut, and Massachusetts to his own room. He waited on the foot of his bed for the four personifications to show up.

He waited for like- 5 minutes until he heard someone knocking on his door. He got up and welcomed them to his room and offered them each a drink.

"Ya betta’ have a good reason fer callin’ us here cowboy." Jersey said, taking the beer Texas offered him.

"Jersey, be nice." Connie said, scolding his younger sibling. "Why didja call us here Tex?"

"It’s about York." Said the Lone Star State. That seemed to get the attention of New York’s older siblings.

"Where is he?! Is he alright?!" Mass asked frantically.

"Well, kinda. He’s in his room right now." Tex responded.

"Is he hurt?! And if so, who did it?!" Jersey asked sternly. "Cuz whoever did it is bouta neva’ see the light of day again."

"Now now, calm yerself. Yes he’s hurt, but not to bad. Actually- that’s a bit inaccurate. He’s kinda pretendin’ like it doesn’t hurt, but I know fer a dang fact that it does. He’s bruised literally along his entire torso and arms."

"WHAT?! Who the f(speaks Boston) did it and where the he// are they now?!" Mass yelled, visibly startling the Lone Star State.

"Listen. I don’t know exactly who they are, and trust me, I wanna kill em’ as much as you do. New York did say somethin’ about growin’ up with them, and how they always bullied im’ in school. He told me that they always said some pretty nasty things about his weight and him being autistic." The tallest answered. He noticed how Gov just stood there, listening intently, not saying a single word. There was something unnerving about that.

"Um Mass? Do ya think it’s…. y’know….?" Connie asked the younger, who looked ready to kill.

"Ohoho yea…. I thought they would’ve given up a few years ago, but I suppose they want a round two." The Bay State said darkly.

"Wait a minute Massachusetts." Gov said, finally speaking up. "How many were there and how many did you kill Texas?" He asked politely, tho there was an unnerving edge to the fed’s voice that disturbed the four states.

"U-uh… there were four guys. But I killed none, only gut punched one and threw another." Texas replied to Gov.

"Alright. Thank you for informing us, Texas. Anything else?" Gov asked politely.

"Nope."

"Okay. C’mon you three. We have some… business, to take care of." Said the Fed with a smile that had something terrifying to it, and walked out of Texas’s room, the other 3 following suit.

Texas knew exactly what was about to happen and was both happy and utterly terrified.

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Later that night:

Mass was walking back to his room when he heard a strange noise coming from New York’s room. It sounded like… crying? Of some sort anyway, it was rather silent crying. He was secretly worried about his brother even more now. He walked up to York’s door and opened it. What he saw next broke his cold heart.

York was sitting on the edge of his bed, quietly crying. Mass observed him further and realized that he seemed to have fresh cuts along his wrists and a small razor blade in his hand, which was dripping with blood. He saw his little brother slowly bring the razor to his wrist once more. Oh he// no.

"York stop!!" Mass yelled as he ran over to his brother and snatched the razor from his hands. "What were ya thinkin’?!"

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry….." York kept repeating over and over again whilst covering his face and curling up in a little ball with his knees to his chest.

Mass sighed and sat down next to his brother. "York." He gently pulled his brother into a hug and let him cry on his shoulder. "Shhh… you’re ok… you’re alright…." He said gently comforting his little brother. He continued to comfort the Empire State until his crying was reduced to just a few tears and whimpers. He could tell that York had been needing to cry for a long time and has been holding it in with every ounce of strength he could possibly have.

"Hey York…" the older said as he shifted to a laying position with York wrapped around him, and at this point he didn’t care that there was some blood on his clothes, he just wanted his baby brother to be alright. (If you haven’t noticed by now, I’ve entered my "tough boys being soft" hours)

"Mmm…?" York hummed, muffled by his face being buried in his brother’s chest.

"….What exactly happened today?" Mass asked him.

"Zach, Cody, Brandon, and Ryan (the names of the bullies) happened….."

"Yea that’s what I thought from what Texas told us." Said the Bay State, as he gently rubbed his back comfortingly.

There was a few minutes of comforting silence before York spoke up.

"Ik snap het niet, Mass…. (I don’t get it, Mass…)" he said. It took Mass a second to translate Dutch to English, but he eventually managed to. He was the type that didn’t speak it, but he understood it to an extent.

"Whaddya mean bud?" Mass asked.

"Why can’t I just look normal…?" York said, trembling slightly.

‘Is it his scars again?’ Mass thought to himself. "But you do though."

"No I don’t…."

"What makes you think that ya don’t look normal?" The older asked.

He heard the taller mumble something about scars and his body. "Did one them say anything bad about your body again?!" A nod. Whooo Mass was gonna kill someone-

"Y-yea it wasn’t anything too bad. Cody just called me an emaciated freak, but I’ve been called much worse, so it ain’t that big a deal." Ok. Yup. Mass is gonna go start a fight.

"York, that’s not good. Just because ya may have been called worse doesn’t mean that it isn’t a big deal, kid." He said, hugging his brother tighter, but still kinda gently cuz he remembered how Texas said that York’s entire torso was probably littered with bruises. He hadn’t seen York this fragile and broken in a long time. "And with your scars, don’t think of them as a bad thing, think of them as bad*$$ medals for several battles that you fought and won. Perhaps they’re almost like tiger stripes, which would make sense seeing as you’re basically a cat in human form."

He smiled when he heard a small giggle emit from his brother. Laughter. That’s good.

"You cheesy little b**tard." York said, still muffled by his brother’s shirt.

"Yea that was kinda cheesy. But yer only sayin’ that cuz’ ya know that it’s true." Said the older.

"No it’s not…."

"Yea it is~" Mass said in a sing-songy voice. He started to gently trace the scars through York’s shirt, making York hide his blushing face in his neck.

"You’re amazing and you know it." The older said teasingly. He understood that his little brother needed comforting right now, but he couldn’t help but tease him a bit. So why not tease York with comforting words? He heard York make a ‘uh uh’ sound and gave a faux offended gasp.

"How dare ya insult the world’s best little brother!! Simply shameful. You are awesome. You are handsome. You are the cutest thing ever. And. You. Know. It." Said the older, gently poking the younger in the side with each syllable of the last sentence, making York blush even more.

"Ok I was gonna tease y’all about this, but that’s actually really f(technical glitch)ing adorable like- what the he//." Mass looked up to see Florida standing in the doorway, smirking with not a mischievous, but a fond glint in his eyes.

"FLORIDA- wait what-?" Mass started to yell but then realized what Florida had said.

"Yea. I mean it. I ain’t gonna say anything this time, I promise." The Sunshine State said as he walked over to where the other two states were laying. "I do have to say though, I have NEVER seen Yorkie like this. Is he doing alright?"

To say Mass was surprised at Florida’s seemingly genuine concern would be an understatement, but still he said, "I’m not even sure at this point. He seems to okay at the moment though."

Florida walked over to the other side of the bed so he could York’s face a bit clearer, and smiled when he saw York half asleep. This was rare to see York this calm. "Hey York." He said, ruffling his hair gently and grinning widely when York leaned into the touch and started purring.

"Awww~ Honestly the fact that he still refuses to admit that he’s basically a cat in human form is crazy. And that’s coming from me."

"As much as I hate to agree with ya, I have to agree." Mass agreed.

"But what happened to his arms? They’re both bleeding." Florida asked.

Mass didn’t say anything, he just handed the razor to Florida and allowed him to put two brain cells together to figure it out himself.

Florida had a bit of a shocked expression on his face, and not a lot is able to truly shock Florida. "D-did he…?" Mass nodded. "Oh my god…"

"Yea… I need to bandage his arms, but he’s sleeping right now and I don’t wanna move im’. It’s kinda like how whenever Loui falls asleep on someone, moving would be be illegal."

"Ohoho yea. Don’t wanna do that." Florida said with a laugh.

"I mean- he’s not spontaneously bleeding out, so I think he’ll be ok to sleep."

"Yea. Let’s just let him sleep. On the other hand, I didn’t know that you could be so soft, Mass~" Florida teased. Yup. There it was.

"Are ya f(speaks Boston)in’ kiddin’ me right now…?? Yer so d*mn lucky that he’s asleep, cuz if he wasn’t I would make you eat those words-"

"I’ve eaten a face, I’ll eat those words too." Florida said with his usual mischievous smile.

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[nat-20s]

name a more iconic thing to happen for the fictional qpr community than Donna Noble quite literally meeting her soulmate and being like hmm. there's no one I've ever wanted to fuck less

[sheikfangirl]

Aryll's gift: A Pre-Calamity short story.

Note: For the best reading experience, please click on the first panel and scroll from image to image. ♥️

... Link forgot.

Hope you enjoy this one.

Cheers!

[beif0ngs]

The passing down of the Straw Hat from the legendary Oda Eiichiro (Creator of One Piece) and the one & only Tanaka Mayumi (Luffy's Japanese Voice Actress)

[starry-bi-sky]

on a completely separate note; shizun luo binghe with a disciple shen yuan who fell into the abyss??? *thinks about LBH canonically stealing SQQ's corpse for 5 years* he'd hallucinate i think. like, like visual and audial hallucinations.

Keeps thinking he's seeing SQQ in the corner of his eyes, or wandering between the trees, amongst a group of disciples. Thinks he hears him calling for him, but its just the wind or another disciple.

Gets Xiu Ya reforged but patently fucking refuses to make a sword mound. Because his disciple Is Not Dead :))) There was No Body. He's Not Dead. And If You keep Insisting That He Is, He's Gonna Skewer You :). He's holding onto Xiu Ya so he can return his most favored disciple's sword when he returns. It's on his hip right next to Zheng Yang where it's supposed to be.

Also this motherfucker?? does not sleep btw. He has the image of SQQ, wide eyed and hysterical and standing at the mouth of the abyss burned into his fucking eyelids. Can't use the dreamscape to escape it either because he keeps trying to save him and either he does and it's an incredibly cruel trick to wake up to, or he doesn't and he gets his heart broken in several different pieces again.

There is no convincing this man that Shen Qingqiu is dead. Absolutely nothing at all. He is buried so deep in denial that moles would be jealous of how deep he is. He keeps making tea for two in the bamboo house only to remember that it's just him. SQQ's fans are hiding everywhere, little reminders of his presence. He goes to wake up SQQ on the mornings he sleeps in-- only to find the room empty.

[hamable]

I’m thinking about Mahito’s great great uncle maintaining and preserving a peaceful and beautiful thing in a way that to an outside observer looks tedious and unimportant, hoping to pass the duty off to a successor but ultimately he cannot find one and dies with it.

I’m thinking about the specificity of the blocks being made and handled with care, not with malice or ill intent.

I’m thinking about Hayao Miyazaki, a bastion of beautiful 2d hand drawn animation who refuses to retire.

I’m thinking about a world where animation is so rarely made with love over profit and efficiency.

I’m thinking about how, though the old man didn’t see it, the next generation still hangs onto a piece of that beautiful, tedious thing and takes it with them because it feels important.

I’m thinking about Mahito being told he should forget, but no. He shouldn’t.

[eggplantgifs]

Alysa Liu performs to Promise at the 2025 US National Championships, placing first in the short program with 76.36 points. This is her first national championships since her retirement from competition in 2022. Liu was a 2-time National Champion in 2019 and 2020.

[beaulesbian]

Opla East Blue gang reunited for starting production of s2!

I'm glad Mackenyu Zoro made it, looks like he got a bit lost on the way

[parasiticstars]

Friendly reminder that sexualizing/blorbofying Luigi Mangione and your support for him being a quirky little trending meme is exactly why 1. he's been almost forgotten about when any other time his actions would've had far more rippling consequences, 2. why nothing will ever get done in this fucking ass country, much less the positive-- if violent-- change we need, and 3. goes to show the sheer imbecility of the "lol be gay do crimes" demographic.

Where was your support for Briana Boston, who was falsely arrested just for quoting him? Oh, right, she's not a conventionally attractive white man for you to turn into your next Tumblr sexyman.

[jibberjibbsart]

Link is a Hylian of few words, he wouldn’t dare inconvenience Sidon with his feelings for him. Especially not in the middle of a nationwide disaster. Besides… Sidon is already engaged to someone else.

Sidon is a Zora of too many words, but he wouldn’t dare let Link know his true feelings for him. Besides… it wouldn’t be fair to Link, because Sidon is engaged to someone else.

IF YOU ARE READING MY OTHER SIDLINK COMICS THERE IS NO ORDER IM SORRY IM JUST MAKING THEM UP AS I GO

[sharkylad]

Thinking about the fact that Mabel and Dipper didn't know they had two great uncles.

Yeah they are 12 and at 12 I had a shotty understanding of my family tree- But really? Nobody brought up their great uncle? Stanley? Especially since they'll be staying with his twin brother, Stanford?

Shermie never went to Stan's fake funeral, which to me means the twos relationship was strained on some level. If Shermie is older that means his view of Stan was poisoned in some way, that even as kids they weren't close. If the Shermie is younger then he never even got to meet Stan and all he knew about him was how he failed his family. Hell, people probably barely mentioned Stanley TO Shermie.

The fact that Stan had become a black stain upon the Pines family name makes me so vividly upset. Stanley faked his death and the family just- seemingly decided to strike him from the record. To pretend he didn't existed to spare themselves the sadness and shame.

Stanford and Shermie Pines. The only children worth mentioning of Filbrick and Caryn Pines.

It was never Stanford that was lost to the world. It was Stanley, ever since he had to leave New Jersy- it was always him that had to be struck from the record. Change his name, change his state, change his affiliations, destroy the remains of ghost that was Stanley Pines. Kill him so the family doesn't bring him up, doesn't ask questions, stops asking "Stanford" about his twin.

I just keep thinking about the fact that since the day he made one single mistake all the way up until Ford walks out of that machine- Stanley Pines was killed and did not exist. And Stan himself had no one to blame, he had to play the part in his own demise- He is the only one who ever knew Stanley was alive and has been for decades.

He lives in the multitudes of every personality he's ever taken, all in the hope that he himself can stop being Stanley Pines.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

An unbothered queen has entered, and subsequently left.

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[sheikfangirl]

"You're still so nervous around me... Relax."🤭

Note: I found this in my doodle folder. Its old and Im pretty sure its based on a reference...

[hinamie]

humble beginnings 

after months of prep, chapter 1 of Like the Moon Haunts the Sun,  the jjk atla!au collab with sam @philosophiums is officially live!  I know it’s been a long time coming but thank you so much for bearing with us! Please please please give sam and the fic some love, they’ve been working so hard and i couldn’t be more proud to call them my creative partner <3  you can read chapter 1 here! there is also a dedicated lmhs blog @lmhsfic if you’re interested in fic production updates; in addition to posts we each make on our respective blogs, everything we make for this project will also be archived there. and we’re happy to answer any questions or chat with you about the little sandbox world we’ve been playing in :D

[frenchonionsoop]

OOH NOW YOU'RE LETTING GO

HEART BEATING FASTER

FEET PUSHIN' ON THE FLOOR

AIN'T NOTHIN' BETTER

[punkitt-is-here]

what do u think about lemnoade

it has been a little over a week