#ITS ME AGAIN

[sorryiliketoscreenshot]

[hvnweeps]

five never got the opportunity to consider kids. he was a kid himself when his very life was ripped away from him, living in an apocalypse for the majority of it, and then becoming an assassin as the only hopes of saving his family and stopping them from slipping through his fingers.

kids just weren’t something he could have. what if he couldn’t treat them right? what if he was too apathetic, too harsh, too mean, too much like reginald???

BUT. but… five meets his nieces and nephews, and holy shit, he loves them. they’re annoying for sure, they definitely don’t ever let him rest, but he loves them. he’s the go-to babysitter, he enjoys bringing them snacks, telling them stories of how horrible him and his siblings were before he jumped.

would he ever have kids of his own? hell no. five’s certain his kids would raise just as much hell as he did. his nieces and nephews are somewhat proof, considering those are diego and lila’s genes mixed together. but does he absolutely adore kids? maybe.

(he does. he just doesn’t like to admit it all that much.)

[astrum99]

Fighting against V1 felt like motion – unstoppable, ungovernable, uncontrollable. Sensations tore out of the consistent static that stained millennia with silence.

With isolation, sitting still on the throne of hell. As ordered.

And the shattering of it was nothing short of spectacular.

This machine, small and agile. A magnificent creature manufactured in the image of mankind –soulless and lifeless. (He thought it was lifeless, he thinks he might be wrong – like many times before). It moved with mastery across mountains of squirming, writhing flesh. Ever moving, ever fighting. Hell is its stage, and it proudly presents itself with grace, elegance, and perfect violence. It delivered what was sought with pure, instinctual, exceptional savagery.

It drew blood from him. And along with blood, ecstasy.

There’s poetry to it. Sinful, sacrilegious poetry.

To be etched by this thing so easily. Bullets hot and scorching, piercing through armour until they burn and burrow deep under his skin. To be trading blows. Bow low to evade another swing before the release of twin swords slicing through the scene. To leap into flight only to be grappled and slammed back into the ground. Pinned, dazed, tethered. It demanded submission.

He should feel fury, yet that had faded long ago.

Crimson looked rosy under the cathedral lights. The iron on his lips tasted like metal.

When its whiplash wrapped around his wrist again, it felt like a snare. The pull of the welcoming mirage of closeness. Perhaps salvation if he dared to entertain.

Hatred, anger, violence. Love, passion, devotion. Both burn bright until all-consuming. And in the heat of the moment, he recognized the blurring of the lines.

He thought of them. Untethered angel and machine. So wildly contradictory and identical all the same. Two sides of the Mobius strip – seemingly separate, until their paths merge seamlessly into one. Intimately intertwined, indistinguishable from one to the next.

To push each other into the slit between life and death. Until the fine sparks from clashing metal ignited the flicker of flames into ferocious roaring. Until nothing mattered except here, now, them. Until the light from the fire painted their shadows into one.

The universe could not tell where one began and the other ended.

[bolt280]

Pressure and Preference (it's more dysphoria gay shit)

(so... It's another vent post?)

Extra, an early memory

Yeah if that made no sense... I dunno, does anything I write ever make sense? I just needed to write this to like, take care of myself, but I also wanted to show people because I'm trying to get used to sharing this sort of thing, cause... These people think it's morally wrong to be yourself.

Like seriously, family members saying gay people should d-ie and then switching to the classic "I'll accept you no matter what", come on, and I'm getting misgendered out of malice and ignorance, fun.

I'm a little shy about this rainbow stuff, but International Fight is full of lil gay people

Womp womp, gotta get used to it

How do I... Close this?

[luckynumberthreed]

ello

[giantmushyfriend]

I'm starting to think God is punishing Iowa 10 plagues style for Kim Reynolds consistently getting reelected. A plague of tornados, flooding, heat, Texans, etc.

[thedisastrouslifeofsillyk]

[manicmermaidmagic]

“Shorty look good in the moonlight🌙” - XXXTENTACION

[berberispie]

[jtl-fics]

3 sentences on Math Nerd AU please!

WIP Wednesday (7/5/23) | Math Nerd AU

"Neil, you can't be serious." Matt says and hopes his voice sounds a little less strangled to his roommate than it does to his own ears.

"You're going to Edgar Allan for your Christmas Break?!" Seth hisses losing focus on his own Natural Disasters in History paper to focus on the current man made disaster brewing in front of him.

"Guys, if I look away from this ethics paper I will not write it. Don't make me put on my headphones." Neil furrows his brow again.

[outdoorlifesstuff]

[moonilit]

People who reblog with their own thoughts or just ramble in the tags about anything are literally what keep me posting art, these guys get me so excited to make more and make my day lol <33

[yourwaifusworld]

New Tattoo 😍

[introvertedx10]

[observant-one]

Okay, okay, one more because I felt great about it. 🫣😊

[misssclumsy]

IM STEPPING INTO ADULTHOOD UGHHHHHHH