#I made myself cry while doing this

[inkskinned]

it mattered because when my brother asked me what if this is the happiest you'll ever be? the best you'll ever get? the thing i felt was fear, not peace. everybody thought you were so perfect for me. even i thought you were "helping me grow". i had to challenge every internal clock. make myself more thoughtful, more kind, more beautiful.

i told my therapist it was good because i like the changes i made and there's something so strong about saying i did that. the problem is that i can like the difference all i want, but i changed for you. something akin to getting your name tattooed, all my progress is stamped with fuck you.

it was the happiest i'd ever been and also the best i'd ever gotten. i would still get in the car and think what the fuck just happened.

[littleplantfreak]

'When', not 'if'

("I'm not a romantic" I cry and scream before dropping the most sickening thing i've written to date. Blame @stunie because i did tell her i would write the most ume thing ever and maybe this is it. The title in my docs for it is 'Fucking disgusting' but i figured i better not title it that here because I'd be seeing it in my notifs lmaoo)

SFW/no cw unless you hate fluff

When you wake up from your nap, one of your slippers is gone, and there's a blanket on you that wasn't there prior. Looking at the clock, it's been about an hour since everyone had left your apartment once your birthday party ended. The day as a whole had been chaotic, your boyfriend shoving you out the door with a note to go see Kotoha.

The note took you farther than that, though, as it seemed Umemiya created a whole scavenger hunt for your birthday that had you running into all of your friends, having dessert at your favorite cafe, and eventually ending up at your shared apartment to find that all that time spent around town was a distraction so that he could set up the space for your party. After it had ended, you were banished to the couch because princesses aren't allowed to help clean up their own birthday parties, which had you huffing and falling face down into the chicken shaped pillow affectionately called Mr.Clucky.

It was a product of your boyfriend's endless cycle of hobbies when he took up sewing. A little lopsided and overfilled with stuffing, you complained to and into Mr.Clucky with your face pressed into him. Apparently, he was soft enough to fall asleep on because before you knew it, you had been drooling on him the entire hour. Prying yourself off the couch took more effort than was almost worth it before your eyes fell on the reason you were so tired to begin with.

Hajime smiles and hums looking at your bleary eyes. "Good morning sunshine, I was just about to take you to bed," he says, folding a dish towel over a chair. You toss off the blanket and grab on the slipper that fell under the living room table before padding up to him. Dipping your hands under both of his arms to lock them together behind him, now your face is in his chest instead of the chicken, which is entirely preferred.

"Don't wanna go to bed just yet," you muffle, sinking even deeper into him when both of his arms wrap around you in support. He smells like dish soap and birthday cake, and you turn your head to hear the heartbeat in his chest.

"What do you wanna do lovey? You know I'd give you the world if you asked," you can hear the rumble of his voice in his chest with your pressed ear. He's cheesy, but half asleep, you feel just as much, if not cheesier.

"I have the world if I have you, they're one in the same. So just you is more than fine." Your eyes are closed, but you feel him shiver a little. "I wanna dance with you, though," you say, voice still soft and kinda raspy from sleep.

"Dunno if I can top what you just said even when I propose," he chokes out a laugh, or at least you think it's one. He shifts his hold a bit and starts leading you both in a lazy sway that starts near the toaster and ends next to the potted plant at the back door before starting over.

"When? Not if?" You tease him, a hand going to scratch the nape of his neck lightly.

"I'll never meet another you, so I'm pretty set on When."

"I'll say yes." Because you will. You can't imagine a life where you wouldn't.

"And I'll still cry when you do." You can tell he's crying now because it comes out shaky and his hold tightens a bit, before you lean back, stopping your impromptu waltz. Both of your hands come up to cup his face and look at his teary grey eyes before cooing at him.

"You big baby! Save those tears for When please. You'll be congested and sniffley all night if you don't stop." You start cleaning off his face with your sleeve, but he stops one of your hands and starts peppering your palm and wrist with small kisses. "I think I'm ready for bed now. Princess's orders," you say, dragging him towards your bedroom. You'll have to figure out tomorrow just how soon When is going to be, but for now you can hear the slow thumps of Hajime's steps as he follows behind you, squeezing your connected hand. It's not pressing in the least, you think, because it feels like there will be plenty of tomorrows too.

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When you wake up in the morning, it takes you an hour to realize Hajime had put the ring on your finger while you were asleep.

It takes you five minutes to run through town in your pajamas, barefoot to find and full on tackle him in front of the place he was about to get your breakfast in.

And it takes about two minutes of unintelligible blubbering on both your parts before anyone understands what is going on.

No one timed it, but if they did, it would've taken less than ten minutes for the whole town to find out via texts, calls, and yells down the streets and through windows that you're engaged.

[cityoftheangelllls]

A Moment in the Afterlife

FINALLY got around to digitizing (and finishing!!!!) an old comic I started around 2020 that's been sitting in a drawer for far too long, XD

Commissions info

[goldkirk]

no, I’ve been blinkering myself without realizing it, I figured it out. The book I need to reread is Enemy Brothers

[greghatecrimes]

something something, in lockdown we find out that thirteen and her dad aren't close. we know he loved her, but probably didn't understand her personality or how to help her cope with her mom's death, the possibility of her having huntington's, her brother's diagnosis... so she's sort of alone. for years. and then, after so long without having anyone besides her brother who really gets her, she meets house. house, who sees all of her and understands her better than anyone else in her life. and who, when faced with thirteen crumbling to pieces, didn't back away or stay silent in confusion. no; he loved her. he loved her in the very best and greatest way anyone could have ever loved her. ("i'll kill you. when the time comes. if you want me to.")

[good-beans]

The Horror and the Wild by The Amazing Devil is a fitting song for Amane, I think.

(Combining these again, thank you for them!! :0)

Yesss I loved that for Amane! I don’t know if you had someone in mind for the fact it was a duet, but I really like the multiple voices along with Amane’s imagery of other selves inside her learning to work together. The whole thing was really good and these lines were very on the nose for her, they made me emotional ;-;

Think of all the horrors that I promised you I'd bring I promise you, they'll sing of every time You passed your fingers through my hair and called me child Witness me, old man, I am the wild By day, oh Lord, three things I pray That I might understand as best I can How bold I was, could be, will be, still am, by God, still am

Mmm, I really like it for both of them! Covering up all-nighters of being someone else, the feelings of loneliness and apathy :( For Yuno especially, this part made me crazy thinking about how she sees herself along with her reactions to the audience voices:

I'm just rotten to the core such a bore such a wannabe Dressing for the thrill like a pill, it's an armor Guess I'm not a threat Guess I'm not a threat Night time lunatic the milk is turning sour But I'd rather go dancing With the woman in the mirror There's a ringing in my ears

Ough, that was really good… I’m still reeling from today’s video, and that theme of hurting oneself “for helpful reasons” is killing me. The conflicting thoughts of deserving better and deserving to bleed, the detached feelings between upbeat/light acoustics mixed with the painful lyrics, it all suits him really well omg

The scary thoughts are spreading like a weed The thoughts that say that I deserve to bleed They say that it gets better but I guess that was a lie I guess we all just fake it 'til we die

[tragedykery]

(what do you mean, you’ve lost your) scarlet welly boots - maileesque

Rating: G

Relationships: Morrigan Crow & Jupiter North, Morrigan Crow & Jack Korrapati

Additional Tags: Off-screen Character Death, Grief-Mourning, Angst with a Happy Ending

Words: 2320

Though she knows she must have attended it, she doesn’t remember the funeral. The only thing she remembers is her and Jack placing the flower wreath on his casket together, his hands trembling, hers as if hewn from stone.

[Jupiter is dead. Sometimes, Morrigan still expects him to be there.]

Written for Silverborn Countdown week 3: Morningtide.

[tewwor]

who would spare this tired, tired, exhausted man a kiss or two? ( with permission, always )

[scaledbackandisolated14]

The stomach in my brain throws up onto the page.

Does it bother anyone else that someone else has your name?

[teddybeartoji]

i survived the movie premiere and i only had a few sightings which is very good but . i feel like i just got beat up. in an alleyway idk there is no other way to describe what i'm feeling rn. the movie was about just some guy who quits his lame cashier job and then struggles to find a job he actually likes (me). who loves to watch movies, who loves to go to a cinema and who prefers to sit in the last row and who wants to eat popcorn (me)(since this was an estonian film he was talking about THE exact cinema i go to btw)(there are so many other cinemas here). who wanted to go and study something creative but then just.. didn't (me). who does nothing all day long (me). who feels like every opportunity has already passed and that it's too late to really pick up anything now because it's just way too fucking embarrassing (me). who feels like he has nothing to offer (me). and who feels like he's just an interesting "hello" and nothing more (me).

extra (me) points for when he and his girlfriend went to hang out with her father and then after it he went "i think it's amazing how well you get along with your dad" . as if that isn't something i have said .. countless times before😭😭😭

[arolesbianism]

I wanna take a crack at making some fake screenshot graphics for my Sif Odile duo loopers au but I do not feel confident enough in my ability to mimic isat's art style and I also have a crippling fear of drawing backgrounds

[hunsa-jars]

Dread be dreading

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

WHSIKEY IM NOT ANSWERING YOUR ASK IM SO SORRY

[outlying-hyppocrate]

in line to the bathroom just to cry!!

[apocalypticdemon]

I am so beyond ready to quit this job. Wednesday cannot come fast enough.

[timoothy]

[ID: A title that reads: It‘s A Loop. Next to it is a yellow goat. /ID END]

SUMMARY:

It's quite a day: Nearly getting hit by a truck, drenched in hot coffee and then asked to help get rid of a dead body. Thank god, Ted doesn't have to relive that day ever again. Right?

Or: Ted Spankoffski finds himself in a timeloop. And he's not alone.

to quote Emma Perkins in the 2018 hit musical The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals: "It's just a fucking loop?!"

CHAPTER 1: The Goat On The Intersection