#Indescribable

[fala-alfredo-pasta]

🍀Komaegi Week 2023🍀 Day 4: Despair (timeline)

The bois back at it again in Towa

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[danityrose]

When the pain arrives before the period <<<<<<<

[arts-by-omar]

Fujiwara no mokou🔥 vs Lizzie the invincible monster girl⚠️👹

[mizzyislost]

something something how horribly tragic both the broken vessel and lost kin fight feel something something idk man this is hard

[eileenleahyswife]

I know we are having a destiel breakdown but remember when they blurry-wifed the hetero couple? And never talked about eileen ever again after she disappeared too? No Sam mourning? And for what?!!!

[starlonga]

[withacapitalp]

That Little Voice in the Back of your Head

I am so so sorry for this one (TW at the end)

Get up. 

Steve let out an irritated little growl, turning over and pushing his face further into the mattress

Uuuuuuuup. Getupgetupgetupgetupgetup

“No,” He practically whined, shoving another pillow over his head. 

C’mon Dingus, what are you gonna do? Stay in bed all day? Wake up! Wipe the crud out of your eyes! Up and at ‘em lazybones! Early bird gets the tomato! 

Steve rolled his eyes at his inner Robin and her thousand weird little catchphrases. She was always interjecting some idiom, comparing one thing to another in a way that never made sense to anyone but her. 

That was one of the things he loved most about her, one of the things that stuck with him even when she wasn’t around. 

As much as he wanted to just ignore that voice, he knew it wasn't going to stop anytime soon. So Steve did as his inner Robin bid. He threw the pillow half heartedly to the floor and swung up into a sitting position, his spine cracking into place as he did. Immediately his head began to swim, starbursts dancing along his vision as his empty stomach made itself known with a ridiculously loud growl.  

That’s what happens when you don’t eat, Stevie.

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve sighed to the empty room, dragging his hand across his face and sighing, “I know, Robinbird. I know,” 

Logically, Steve knew his body was hungry. He hadn’t eaten in at least a day, and he had barely been eating the entire week. His clothes were starting to hang on him in funny ways, and his fingers and toes were perpetually cold no matter how much he bundled up. 

French toast. French toast and bacon. 

French toast and bacon. Robin’s favorite breakfast. The one she demanded every time she slept over, even when they were rushing to make it to work or school on time. If he couldn’t make it for her in the morning, she would show up at night, waiting and expectant. 

Of course his brain version of her would demand that. Even when she wasn’t here, he still had to make what she wanted. 

Steve huffed out a soft laugh, standing up and almost immediately falling back on his ass. Okay, maybe it had been more than a day since he last ate.

Easy there, Tiger. Don’t wanna have to call for help, do you? ‘I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!’ the kids would have a field day, and you would never live it down. 

Steve snorted, shaking his head. 

“I’m not quite that bad yet,” He murmured to himself, taking a small step forward and moving slowly into the hallway and down the stairs. He was halfway down, taking them just one single step at a time, when Robin’s voice filtered through his head once more

Remember when I fell down these?

“Which time?”

Shut up. The last time I was here. 

She had tripped the last time she was here, hadn’t she? They had been rushing, trying to get to Eddie’s on time. They were all going to go together to Eddie’s show in the van, but he had sworn he would leave without the two of them if they were late again. 

Robin had been trying to put on earrings as she was walking, a dangerous combo when she was moving on a flat surface. Combine that with wearing a pair of socks, and the fact that the stairs in Steve’s house were notoriously slippery, and she hadn’t stood a chance. 

The only reason she hadn’t broken her neck when she tumbled down was she had fallen directly on top of Steve. They had both been bruised from head to toe from that one, but they had laughed for so long that they ended up being late anyway. 

Steve looked down at his arm, absentmindedly tracing the faded yellow bruise on his wrist. Most of them were already gone, this was pretty much the last one. 

It’s been a lot longer than you want to admit. A couple weeks. You can’t just keep pretending. It’s not healthy. 

Steve pushed Robin away, shuffling into the kitchen and beginning to drag out ingredients. He just had to make her favorite breakfast. Then he would eat, and her nagging little voice would be satisfied, and he could go back to sleep. 

But, just as he went to crack the first egg, a loud bell echoed through the house. 

Who’s that? 

“Steve?” Another ring of the doorbell, and Nancy’s voice floated in from outside. 

A pretty girl on your doorstep! That doesn’t happen every day for you anymore, Robin’s voice teased. Steve could practically feel her elbowing his side, You should open the door. 

Steve couldn’t make his legs move, but he did put the egg carefully back into its carton. The fatigue, which had just been beginning to slowly leech out of his body, slammed back in at full force, making his legs shake. He gripped tight onto the countertop in an effort to stay vertical, his entire body suddenly lighting up in pain. 

Answer the door, Steve. 

“C’mon, I saw you moving in there,”  Nancy shouted from outside. 

The front door was right next to the kitchen, barely a few feet from where he was standing. It would be so easy to go and open the door. 

He couldn’t. 

Steve. 

“Stop,” He whispered, raising one hand so he could bury it in his hair and pull. He wasn’t talking loud enough for Nancy to hear, but that didn’t matter. 

He wasn’t talking to Nancy.

No. I won’t His inner Robin said stubbornly. 

 “Please, stop,” 

No! You can’t do this. You promised you wouldn’t do this. 

“Please let me in. You can’t just shove us all away,” Nancy sounded mad now, and she had given up on the doorbell, simply pounding her fist angrily against the wood of the door, furiously shaking the doorknob like she could somehow make it unlock with just her ire. 

The irony was, Nancy could have opened the door very easily. Right by her left foot, hidden behind a pot, was a fake rock that contained a key. If she had that, then Steve couldn’t stop her from barging in, forcing him to talk to her and speak for the first time in almost two weeks. 

But only one person knew which rock had the false bottom, and she wasn’t here to tell Nancy. 

“We need each other right now, Steve,” Nancy’s voice had gotten quieter, and he could see from the way her shadow shifted that she was leaning her forehead against the door. 

She’s right. They need you. They need their babysitter, their caretaker, their person. They need you, Steve. 

He couldn’t bring himself to care. He didn’t want to care, didn’t want to have to give everything up again, only to lose it all. 

They needed their person, but he needed his too. He needed his person here with him, standing by his side, making her stupid little jokes, keeping him alive right alongside her. 

She had been taken away from him, and nothing made sense anymore. 

You promised me you wouldn’t do this. 

Steve loved Robin with all of his heart. She was everything to him. He would have done anything for her, anything. 

But he hated her for making him make that promise. 

“Promise me you won’t become a turtle,” Robin whispered, pushing away the mask from her face. Steve carefully replaced it, holding both of her hands in his.

“I don’t understand what you mean, Robinbird,” Steve replied, trying for a smile. He couldn’t think of a moment where he wanted to smile less, but he did it anyway. She needed that. 

“You do this thing when you’re hurt, or scared,” Robin cut herself off with a gasp, every word clearly a struggle.

“Don’t talk,” Steve whispered, kissing their joined hands, “You’ll be fine. Just rest,” 

It was a lie, and they both knew it was a lie. Normally Robin let him lie, but she seemed determined to finish what she was saying this time. She pulled one hand away, carding it through his hair and giving him a tired smile. She looked exhausted, completely and utterly spent. 

“You close up. You push everyone but me away. You don’t let them in. You can’t do that this time. Promise me, you won’t do that this time.” 

“She wouldn’t want this. She wouldn’t want you to push us all away,” 

Steve knew that. Those had been the last fucking words Robin had ever said. She had used whatever strength she had left to tell him that, to try and save him one last time. 

And Steve hated her for it. He hated her, and he loved her, and he missed her so badly all of his bones were aching. 

You need help. 

Yeah, he probably did. He needed lots of things. That didn’t mean he was going to get any of them. Steve abandoned the forgotten ingredients of his breakfast, staggering towards the stairs and lurching his way back up to the bedroom

He was tired. He was going to sleep, and nothing was going to stop him. Not Nancy, not his body, not even Robin’s voice. 

After all, it wasn’t like she was here to actually yell at him anymore. 

((TW: Death, grief, and disordered eating. Robin dies, and Steve is not handling it well))

[visceravalentines]

u know the porn is high quality when you write "he makes an indescribable noise" and feel okay about that

[rotpretty]

✝️ PMDD is the reason I stopped believing in god ✝️

[ofswordsandpens]

adding a spotify playlist for my book but it's just tchaikovsky's pas de deux 20 times in a row

[galwithalibrarycard]

“TURN THAT CAMERA OFF” is a Benedick Hobbes moment that does not get enough love in this post-lolilo society

[dougielombax]

The abrupt axing of Lower Decks has left me with feelings that I can’t even describe. Not good ones.

Bad ones.

I was already angry when Infinity Train was axed and HBOMax tried to wipe it from existence.

I was already FURIOUS with Netflix when they cancelled Inside Job.

With Lower Decks being cut short…I don’t even have the words to describe how I feel.

Just that it sure as hell isn’t anything good!

[bedforddanes75]

genuinely think sex by the 1975 is one of the best songs ive ever heard its properly perfect the backing vocals are gorgeous and just omfg all of it i cant even explain

[arts-by-omar]

Evolution of Lizzie

Base Lizzie

Primal Lizzie

Beast Lizzie

Kaiju Lizzie

[bottlecap-joe-spooky]

Indie music doesn't stand for inde-pendent music anymore it's inde-scribable music now.