#I'M GOING TO THROW MYSELF OFF A CLIFF

[freyaphoria]

I HAVE THOUGHTS AND MY YANDERE FIC-WRITER ASS CAN'T STAY STILL WHERE IS MY PEN✍️🏻

[roamwithahungryheart]

I had the perfect piece of dialogue pop up in my brain this morning and vowed I'd remember it but now I'm staring at a blank word document with no memory of it

[dreamsoftheheart]

despite it all, i'm still my mother's daughter

[gojo-catoru00]

Not to be depressing on main; but if Yuuji fails to save Megumi, I will actually be devastated

[roach-in-the-kitchen]

I'LL TELL YOU. WHEN FUCKING THIS WOMAN'S WORK BY KATE BUSH CAME ON, I SCREAMED. LIKE HOW DO I PROCESS THIS SHIT??? SERIOUSLY. THE LYRICS JUST WORK AND NOW EVERY TIME I HEAR THAT FUCKING INTRO IM JUST GONNA GET SAD.

LIKE LOOK AT THESE LYRICS

IT FITS BUT GOD IT FUCKING HURTS

[ukulelegodparent]

grrrr why did people ever stop wearing mid-renaissance clothes

[lucyvaleheart]

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[frozenambiguity]

continued from here. | @protectivemuses

Some traits are hard to erase. Those that derive from childhood are no exception.

One needs only be attentive to notice them. One can sense how the captain’s disposition changes on sunny days if blessed with such a skill. How his shoulders relax and his steps become carefree when in the heart of the city, bustling with familiar voices. How his laughter mixes with the sound of waves, seagulls, and water splashing as he runs and plays with Klee near the seashore. How his gaze twinkles as he searches for the most beautiful of shells. How he acts in specific ways, sometimes surprisingly docile, other times incredibly petty, to get precisely what he wants. How he becomes shy when he is at the center of attention. How he yearns for warmth and simplicity.

Or how he pouts when a particular wound is bothering him.

Adelinde and the rest of the servants call him the Winery’s sun. Truly, it takes so little for him to shine. Some would be surprised.

Although Kaeya has learned to remain in the shadows, oh, how he sometimes longs for the light. So, when a familiar redhead approaches him, face stern yet concealing genuine care, he begins to shine. There is disbelief, at first. A shy smile threatens to be drawn. And, at last, a hand is weakly extended. An act of hesitant obedience, which ends all too soon once he opens his mouth, offering a teasing retort of his own.

«Why? Scared I would bleed out and dirty your precious counters, Master Diluc?~» Kaeya knows the redhead is trying to take care of him, in his own awkward, messy way. Kaeya can only hope Diluc knows this is his way of saying Thanks.

They do not need to voice feelings for them to be understood.

Has it not always been like this between them?

«Don't you worry about that. I am a man of principle, you know? I wouldn't want to scare your customers away or have Angel's Share fail a health inspection. Although...» A knowing look on his features. «A cool wound under such a punk rock glove would add character now, wouldn't it?» Conversation for the sake of conversation. Perhaps it seems meaningless, the topic of debate silly. But how long... How long has it been since they last interacted like this?

[ofginjxints]

IT'S HAPPENING (it's such a shame we don't see it live but I get to see david in a kilt and I'm not mad)

[chamaleonsoul]

we not doin well luvs xx

[whimsicalcotton]

“you’re worried about your enemy?” bitch she’s worried about her wife!!! ugh!!!!!

[elitehoe]

Look one thing to know about me I'm a delusional person. I will believe Jay is staying in njpw up until the moment he debuts somewhere else ok!!

[silasbug]

fondly thinking about my best friend.

no idea how she's managed to stick it out with me this far but i'm amazed that after over 6 years she still has enough patience to tolerate me.

when i don't feel like i'm good enough, she reminds me of who i am. when i make mistakes, she doesn't treat me any different. when i'm highly dysphoric, she just /gets/ it and shows me unrelenting support and encouragement. she's my #1 hypeman, and i am hers.

there isn't another person in the world that's been able to make me feel even.. remotely okay in my own skin, about how i look and how a body feels (i would also say about who i am, but i'd be lying).

i realize that i've always had a bit of body dysmorphia and generally don't enjoy looking at my own face because it's.. very uncanny to me. i don't have a proper sense of style. but she always just?? has something nice to say and she does it so genuinely that you can actually believe that she means what she says. because she's the same.

i'll go out looking like a 12 year old boy and she's just. fucking. there for it. she'll cheer for it. do it with me. and then we'll walk around the block looking like two lil' dudebros together because we own the same clothes. and fucking hell.

this girl is too good to me. i absolutely don't deserve her.

sometimes it's hard to believe that someone like her exists.

and that i get to be witness to it.

there's caveats, of course. we talk so rarely (we go weeks without), the interests we share are few and far between and there's.. so many things i could never tell her because i will never get over that fear of losing her.

there is no right moment and there isn't a time and those are things i neither need nor want her to know, because it would change the way she sees me.

and i guess that seems callous and detached and dishonest.

but we are there when it matters. i am there when she needs me and i will always pick up her pieces.

i want her to have a good thing. she sees me as a good thing.

so i'll let her have me this way.

[irritablepoe]

I overshared in this fight with my family (specifically my dad, the others were actually on my side) just a little bit hahahahahahha

[so1vitur-ambu1ando]

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[la-cocotte-de-paris]

I am this 🤏 close to uninstalling instagram