#IDK WHERE THEY ARE

[the-mxster]

I JUST LOST MY FUCKING 10TH DOCTOR AND SIMM MASTER FIGURES IN A FUCKING FOREST

[elasgottoomuchfreetime]

[no arms and no wins]

[funkycoloured]

i am torturing myself by watching criminal minds alone at night in a hotel room i'm terrified

[sorrowshared]

@aequitaes sent: “How long have you been having these nightmares?” (:

He's sitting on the floor with his back against the couch, knees bent and the soles of his feet flat against the ground. It's hard and cold and certainly an odd choice to anyone seeing him now, but an instinctual one for V. The floor is grounding, real, solid. A reminder of where he really is that saves him from slipping back into the horrors of his mind, these visions so palpable they cannot be anything other than memories.

Memories of someone else's life; for they cannot be his.

The hands that reach, the voice that screams, even the lungs that breathe (when they allow him to) in these memories are distinctly not his own - and yet they are painfully familiar, as known to him as those he's looking at right now; perhaps more so. It can't be him and yet it must be, as the misery he recollects is entirely his own. It is burned into his mind, his flesh and blood; so much so that there's no doubt that these are not fearful visions of the future but glimpses into a past so terrible it should perhaps be no surprise that he's erased them from his consciousness. --But how can they be his and not his at the same time? It hurts his head and heart to think about, so he tries not to.

The air feels like needles on his skin, the wind outside hurts to listen to. He's trembling while trying not to, cold sweat on his forehead and neck causing his hair to stick to his skin uncomfortably. He wants a shower more than anything but knows the water would be scalding hot against his body; the thought of stripping bare in that cold cramped space an ordeal of its own. He's miserable, cold, frightened - but not alone. For once he is not alone.

He didn't intend for Nero to join him on the floor but he did so without having to be asked, without questioning it either. Though there is little the hunter's courage can do to fight the monsters in V's mind, he is a presence to anchor himself to, a light in the literal darkness of the night, his voice something to focus on. Reaching up, V brushes a hand over his cheeks to wipe away what's left of the tears that fell from his eyes just before he woke up; tears of despair and fear rather than sadness. Their half-dried trails feel like scars on his face.

"As long as I remember," V replies, knowing fully well how meaningless an answer it is. He hasn't told Nero the circumstances of his being here, of the gaping holes in his past. It's not a lie he speaks but an empty statement nonetheless. How long has he been plagued by these nightmares indeed? How long ago were they reality? Unconsciously V moves his hand while he focuses his attention on breathing and making out details around the room: a stain on the opposite wall that looks black in the darkness and could be anything from chocolate sauce to blood; streaks on the window above; a sticker of a cartoon raven glued to the right corner of a cupboard door. His fingers curl around the hem of Nero's jacket, the fabric soft and smooth to the touch.

"They haunt my waking hours too," he admits.

[raychleadele]

“Why did you follow this person ? uwu”

I’ve been here for fourteen years, do you think I remember? I don’t know who any of these people are anymore. I don’t know why they’re on my dash. I allow them to stay because they haven’t pissed me off enough to unfollow them yet. “Why did you follow this person?” I’m not sure I ever did. They’re just part of my ecosystem now.

[starrysharks]

ghanaian miku

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[idontmindifuforgetme]

I could get over anything as long as I have something new to be obsessed with

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

[black-quadrant]

[daydreamerwonderkid]

Bruce used Awkward Flirtation. It's a Critical Hit!

Reference under cut

[snarkspawn]

can't wait to fall in love with every single one of them tbh

[mosslingg]

is this anything

[trustymikh]

there are many benefits to being a ground-type pokemon trainer

[thxnks4themrms]

Okay but we’ve all been in some sort of polycule when we were younger