#I don't have an explanation

[kerolunaticat]

And Reigen's tie was never seen again, he blamed Ritsu, he didn't know Teru stole it.

[elbiotipo]

"I'm telling you, we will build huge, beautiful solar mirrors folks, Mercury made, really good stuff. And we will point those solar mirrors towards Venus, a big laser like in Star Wars, you've watched Star Wars? And all that CO2, all that hot stuff, will blow away, and we will terraform it in 20, 40 years tops, believe me folks, we will make Venus great again."

"A huge laser like in Star Wars? C'mon, Donald! We need a more methodical approach, not these wild schemes. We can make a network of sunshades to lower Venus' temperature to a manageable level and then, once the temperature lowers, the CO2 will collect itself, it rains and it freezes..."

"Are you hearing this guy? Sleepy Joe wants us to wait for that CO2 to freeze, and how we will extract it from Venus then? With those silly space elevators? Sad stuff! We need Venus terraformed right now, we can't wait for rain and ice and all that..."

"My opponent wants you to believe it's just that easy, to point a laser to Venus and it's done, well, I have to tell you folks, it's not that easy, what if that CO2 flows into Earth's atmosphere, we don't need more greenhouse gases, that's why my administration has tried to..."

"We will capture it on orbit, we will have the best carbon capture ever made, and it will fund carbon industries in space, in fact, my plan is the most enviromentally friendly of them all because it involves big, beautiful solar panels, something that Lazy Joe over here has failed to deliver..."

[littlemushroomboi]

patho shitpost dump

[dear-ao3]

I'm really curious to see the mods spotify wrapped

ok we don't use spotify but i can show you some of my top listened to on apple music

this is my top 14

[anotherfandomtrash]

Arkady has something to say

[northern-polaris]

Hiraeth (1/?)

Hi so someone bullied me into posting this so now we’re here. This is just pure self-indulgence and it’s not going to make sense. Enjoy? No beta we die like Andras doesn’t.

 Summary: I couldn’t think of a good summary so this is basically modern Tamlin with canon universe Lucien. Don’t worry about it. But all that stuff is going to happen later and this chapter is going to be sad tam hours. 

Honestly, it was Andras’ fault. His friend just had to call him to bombard him with worries, inquiries, and other related issues. As if he didn’t already have enough of those already. Just more items to add to the seemingly never-ending list of things for Tamlin to torture himself with in the dead of night. 

The conversation made him vulnerable; made him uncover old, festering wounds that marred his mind, sending him back to that ‘bad place’ that Alis would warn him about. stalking through the desolate halls, he shouted curses and damnations against the backdrop of deafening silence. Anything that would have drowned out the roaring in his head. 

Noon gave way to afternoon, afternoon to late evening, and finally late evening to early morning when Tamlin finally regained some sense of clarity. 

Upon his returned consciousness, he marched out to the back patio that overlooked the forest he often dreamed of disappearing into. He dug around in his pockets, searching for something, hoping almost desperately that he would find it. The discovery of his phone on his person revealed that he had missed several messages, Tamlin was both too high-strung and exhausted to respond to them yet, and that wasn’t even what he was looking for anyways. 

After checking every pocket and rummaging around the patio for longer than he cared to admit, he finally found what he needed. 

Cigarettes. Thank fuck. 

His celebration was short-lived once he realized that he didn’t have anything to light them with. A few more curses and crashes later, he scrounged up some matches. That would have to do in the meantime until he could find his lighter. 

With great haste, he lit the ‘death stick’(nickname courtesy of Andras), placed it in between his lips, and took a deep inhale. The burning in his lungs was a welcome and familiar sensation, his muscles already relaxing alongside his racing heart. 

He was on his third cigarette when Tamlin finally bothered to check his phone messages. One was from Andras; a simple question about how he was feeling. He ground his teeth and felt a muscle twitch in his jaw. He didn’t need all this monitoring. He didn’t need to be coddled or handled like something delicate or breakable. 

He was fine. 

After taking another much needed drag from his cigarette, he tried to calm himself and his newfound ragged breathing. Breathe. In, hold, out, repeat. He didn’t know how Andras tolerated him.

After what felt like hours but revealed to be only a few minutes as shown on his clock, Tamlin tightened the reins on his emotions and tapped out a quick reply:

[Everything is fine.]

Because it was. 

The other messages were both from Alis, his back straightening at the sight of them. He could practically hear her stern but warm voice chastising him for slouching as she typically did. She always scolded him for his ‘less than desirable’ habits, and he respected that the stubborn woman never let off with it. God forbid if he ever told her that though. 

[Hello Tamlin, I hope that you are having a good day.]

He readjusted the death stick in his mouth and kept reading.

[I wanted to let you know that I shall be returning from vacation with my nephews next week, Monday. Andras told me about what happened earlier, which you didn’t mention in your last update.]

He vowed to kill that fucking snitch one of these days. 

[And now I expect you to give me daily updates until my return. Furthermore, I want to remind you to eat dinner. It’s good for you.]

[Good night, try to sleep well.]

The messages from Alis and Andras were sent around two P.M. Tamlin checked the time to find that it was nearly one A.M. 

He sighed and slouched again in the chair he didn’t remember sitting down in. Monitoring and Coddling on both fronts. Great. Just. Fucking. Great. 

He stubbed out his cigarette and tossed it precariously in the direction of the trash, letting his head lean back until he was staring at the ceiling, looking for something that he didn’t understand. He squinted when he thought he saw something move, but it was most likely something his brain conjured up. Nonetheless, he kept staring.   

It reminded him of the story where a woman stared at her yellow wallpaper until she went mad. He made himself chuckle at the mental image of him creeping around like she did, biting bed posts and ripping apart accursed paper confinements. 

It sure felt tempting. 

After an indefinite amount of time just waiting for the ceiling to move, Tamlin decided to at least try to make something that he could sink his teeth into. For Alis’ sake. 

He could make a steak, pretend that it was Andras, and promptly rip it to shreds. That was enough motivation to make him slip out of his chair on shaky legs and walk back inside. 

He stumbled into his kitchen and swung the freezer door open, nearly ripping it off the hinges. Letting out a noise that could have been a growl, he regarded the packaging of beef that he had forgotten to separate earlier. All of the cuts were frozen together.

With already frayed nerves and a complete lack of patience, he rationalized that he could pry one off the heap with a simple knife. It went through like butter for about halfway, and then the knife got stuck. 

Tamlin grunted in frustration, applied more force, and it still had the gall to not move. He decided then to throw all caution to the wind and placed his other hand at the other end of the pile for more leverage and stabbed through it as hard as he could. 

“Fuck!” 

Well, that was certainly more blood than Tamlin was comfortable with.

[dabe-strudel]

This chapter was wild.

[wright-art]

... ... ......

[energon-goodies]

finally completed something for the first time in months!! and i really like elk

[egophiliac]

WAIT when did he get FANGS

[visiblexela]

it's weird how pivotal Chumbawumba has been to my life

[honig-dachs]

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

going through my old journals as part of therapy homework and i'm reading a section written in the emotional wreckage of a full-on breakdown when i get hit with this line:

There is never a satisfying answer to ‘Why didn’t they love me?’

like wow babe. good fucking point

[freakstertoff]

I hit him with this, surely he can't resist

The thought of "I want to lick his tears" never went away. Send help. Is it the cat in me or smth I wanna do it affectionately. "It's okay" lick.

NOO COME BACK ... LOOK!!!

[inkedberries]

have you met my goth gf daniil dankovsky????? he has a medical degree

[demapatto-art]

some things don't need explanation