#Oh jeebus!!

[iddybittysnail]

[thedevillionaire]

Chosen

Much shorter than it has any right to be, given how long it's taken me to actually finish. Plot? Uh, no, not really. But anyhow... She's been away. He's been unwell.

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He looks at her like she’s the most welcome hallucination he’s ever had.

Kia closes the door slowly behind her as she takes in this chaos of a makeshift apothecary, the loungeroom in an utter state of disarray and her beloved not faring much better, red-nosed and unshaven and dressed in a black silken pyjama and robe ensemble which, while inarguably stylish, was very definitely not his usual late afternoon wear.

And not at all what she had been expecting to come home to.

A miscellany of potions and concoctions and gods-know-what-elses lie scattered across the coffee table. A teacup, mostly empty. Two tissue boxes, one apparently even emptier than the teacup. Some sort of book...no, manual. Looks instructional. A wilderness of failed curatives.

Oh my god.

She walks further into the room. The air smells of menthol and embers.

“Babe, what are… Are you… What have you even been doing h…?”

You absolute beautiful total disaster.

“Trying not to… hh-HH …let thi…this-damn-cold…” Cerberus turns from her as his sentence dissolves, the syllables collapsing against one another in a desperate rush to give way to greater need and deep breath of purpose, and he raises a finger in urgent, undeniable pause. "Huh-TSSCH-uu!" Hurriedly claiming a series of tissues in a brief, expectant hiatus, he surrenders completely and sneezes again. "Hh-AATSCHH-uu! *snff-FF!*" A quiet groan in the aftermath. He excuses himself, adds another tissue to the set, blows his nose and immolates the lot. "Pardon me." He sighs. "Trying not to let this godsdamned cold win,” he manages, with an accompanying sharp sniffle. Neither heavy congestion nor the way his voice cracks slightly lessens any of the seething distaste in his tone.

“Oh, honey.” Kia brushes some errant hair back from his face. :Bless you.: She touches a tender kiss to his temple. “You’re getting your ass kicked.”

She offers him a soft smile to hopefully lessen a little bit of truth's sting. "C'mon, shift over," she says gently as she joins her beloved on the couch, nestling up beside him, resolutely ignoring every caution he tries to give her advising against doing so. Notably half-hearted as those cautions are.

Because while it’s true that he very much doesn’t want her to catch this, he’s also well aware it’s more than likely already too late for such concerns. The entire house is probably some sort of incubation epicentre. And, sincerity of expressed warnings aside, the entire sorry vista surely constitutes warning enough. He's fairly certain he couldn't look more biohazardous if he tried.

Cerberus sighs again, sniffling again immediately afterwards, and gives his bonded a look of resignation.

Further elaboration hardly seems necessary.

But also he doesn’t press the issue because in truth the last thing he wants is to send her away. He’s not even sure he has the energy to insist on it, anyway; he’d be infuriated about this entire ridiculous circumstance if he wasn’t so damn exhausted. So, small obligatory protests done, with another damp sniffle Cerberus shifts some disarrayed blanketry out of the way and wraps an arm around Kia’s waist, drawing her close.

Her soft perfume of violet, strawberry and vanilla is lost on him anywhere outside of memory right now, but her presence is more than enough and he closes his eyes for a moment, just appreciating the simple fact of her being here beside him at last; he's missed her immensely, constantly.

“You know, you could’ve just asked me to come back, if you wanted me here,” Kia muses as she nestles further into his heat, adding, “It wouldn't have been a big deal,” without accusation. She leans her head against his shoulder and looks up at him with gentle azure gaze, her unspoken thoughts of I’d always choose you. How do you still not know that? readable despite her not voicing them.

And he does, of course, know that – in fact, it’s the very reason he wouldn’t ask. Cerberus sniffles thickly, wiping his nose. “Ah, love. I'd hardly ask you to put yourself anywhere near this—" He gestures around the room in a general presentation of contempt for the whole situation. "—vortex of infectious absurdity,” he concludes, thick congestion lacing his words. He clears his throat but it doesn’t make any notable impact against the wreckery his voice has become. "And it's about your... *SNFF!* ...your autodoby."

Kia peers at him. “My…what?”

“Your au…” Cerberus, all too aware that several critical consonants are unequivocally not working for him, rolls his eyes at himself. Honestly. Taking another fresh succession of tissues from a very rapidly depleting supply, he blows his nose forcefully but completely ineffectively.

He excuses himself once more and tries again; it goes equally badly.

Kia, baffled, raises her hands in a friendly but very clear nope sorry babe no idea expression, accompanied by a gentle little laugh that she just can’t help.

A long-suffering and immensely frustrated look comes her way, followed by a resigned, defeated sigh as her beloved entirely gives up. “Free will.”

For a moment, this makes even less sense to Kia. “Why would…” she begins, but cuts herself off in triumphant realisation. “Oh, autonomy!” She laughs. "Oh, sweetheart."

“That’s what I s… hh-hh! I...” And even this is hijacked, and the Demon king capitulates entirely, doubling over desperate into crooked elbow, “Huh-TSCHH-uu! Ah-HEHTSCHuu!” 

He takes some moments of bleary recovery, Kia's heartrate spiking alongside the :Gods, forgive me: Cerberus Mindsends her.

"Oh, bless you, babe." Kia doesn't try to fight the thrill that flashes through her and she wraps herself around her bonded to kiss him again; a kiss deeper, more needful, than is probably wise. But wisdom isn't what she's craving right now.

“You know what? You’re going to stop talking and let me make my own choices.” She brushes a stray lock of hair from his eyes, touches the softest of lingering kisses to his forehead and meets his gaze. :Talking really isn't working out for you anyway.: "And besides—" Another kiss, deeper again, and she presses her arousal against his, salacious, wanton.

:—you know we both want the same thing.:

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[captainshyguy]

thinking abt that religion poll and its like i try very hard to not be one of Those Atheists, but then i remember watching a christi*n say with their whole chest that atheists have no purpose in life, and isnt that so depressing!! and when i brought this up to another christi*n they didnt think that was disrespectful at all so like no actually i think i can be a little mean and judgy abt christi*ity actually

[beepeircings]

Cw : Bright colors, eyestrain

So if you wash your hands of where you've been until you flood the second floor

Neatly fold your skeletons but still can't shut the closet door

The only ones in need of love are those who don't receive enough

So evil ones should get a little more

Reblogs > Likes

Not eyestrain + no text version below

[ghooostugs]

some ancient art and wips… i used to be literally unable to breathe because i’d cringe so hard at my older art. drawing is probably the roughest hobby i couldve chosen, given my perfectionist nature, and only now im trying to actually tackle the struggle of always thinking the next thing im gonna draw is gonna be an embarrassment. i am now well aware that is not the case and maybe, just maybe, if i got some chill my life would be much easier lmao but now that that’s done i wanna showcase some of the stuff i made two-three years ago i may not have finished but has that sort of vibe that makes me go ‘oh! now THATS crunchy art’ so. yeah take it i am sleep deprived what did i just type

[arytha]

other, assorted screenshots from last night

[viperiumprime]

Just loungin’

I needed a ref of a bed and thought, “hey, I can grab a picture of my bed!”

I have now put TY in my bed and idk how to process this

[stromblessed]

They survived but survival isn't enough

Okay but the whole time Ellie is listening to Joel talk about Sarah and how Ellie and Sarah would've liked each other and Ellie's not even cracking a smile and it all leads up to her BURSTING with needing Joel to swear to her I just -

Ellie knows what Joel did. She knows that Joel is equating her with the daughter-shaped hole in his life. She knows he did something terrible at the hospital, she knows he did it for her, but she might suspect that he's projecting Sarah's ideal onto her - even though I really don't think he is, but the hollowness in Ellie's voice during that conversation just makes me UGH

Just WEEKS ago, Ellie probably would've loved to be Joel's daughter officially, and now it's true but it came at the wrong time and it all feels WRONG and it's partly Joel and his damage, partly David and what he did to Ellie's spirit, partly Ellie's abandonment issues, partly the loss of her innocence on the whole, but MAN

It hurts as a viewer to FEEL that fantasy almost come true, that Joel and Ellie could be a real family and live peacefully and happily together for the rest of their lives, you can feel how CLOSE they came, but it was never meant to be and even though Joel ensured their survival he also doomed that happiness to the realm of fantasy, and by god he will prop up that fantasy on wobbly stilts if he has to by telling a lie that they BOTH KNOW Ellie doesn't really believe oh GOD it hurts, seeing Joel that desperately happy right next to Ellie's palpable dread and suspicion was the most devastating thing I've seen on a screen in ages

[dewitty1]

3am migraine.

（；へ：）

[shinylayatha]

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KRISTEN STEWART Rolling Stone Magazine (Feb 14, 2024)

[koa-z]

cry-laughing hysterically rn bc I finally figured out the composition for the red piece, but I've been playing my Painting Gojo playlist in the bg and fucking P🐱y is God by King Princess just came on and what wise ass decided to put that there oh my god

[praeteritus-memories]

( @harmonysheart )

" Boothill ! " Running over to the Galaxy Ranger's side with a rather hefty toolbox in hand the songstress was practically grinning from ear to ear as she barely skidded to a stop in front of him. " I think I've learned how to fix your Synesthesia Beacon ! "

"Hey, baby!" Giving a big grin to his beloved bird, he holds the tip of his hat. Honestly? Something about seeing Robin with a tool box in her hand was so cute! Of course, he isn't sure she knows his systems like he and his doctor do, but he can imagine she must be desperate to hear him actually curse.

"Seriously? Well, fudge me sideways, you're free t' tinker and try! Just hope you can handle that I ain't got a clean mouth without this censor on." Actually, he had what some called a sailor's mouth.

[theredlumas2]

i get an ad for Jesus on tumblr. why TUMBLR of all places

[birrdify]

JEVIYERERONE LOOK LOKKOKOLKKF ODLSDK LKKJOOK LLKKOO LL LKFOFKK THATJJAST THTBJAFH AWJFHAJFNAKSMAKMDA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A profile pic of RTV! (Reality TV! Puzzles)

[clydethevehicle]

Hi! I just stayed up till 3am and guilted myself into making multiple bowls of icing for the cupcakes I've got(which i didn't make)

How's you guy's infinite night going?

:)