#The MoM is my punching bag

[fantasma-de-la-cueva]

This is going to sound crazy, but what if the time travel in kingdom hearts works because time is circular? I was reading the Popol Vuh and the tale of Hunuapú and Ixbalanqué killing Vucub Caquix made me remember how the MoM wrote the book and returned back to his era, so now I’m like this while telling this theory to a friend:

[wherenymphsroam]

52 :3

And can I also kiss you?? 😭

52: “Can I kiss you?”

prompt game :^)

⟡ cw: mentions of withdrawals, struggles with alcoholism, depression, specifically soggy wet cat vendetta leon but can be read with damnation leon in mind :3

⟡ a/n: YES we are smooching, i am kissin u on the mouf rn 🤍

“Can I kiss you?”

What the hell was he saying.

One minute, he’s trembling over a plate of eggs and pancakes back at the hotel, and now he’s barely holding himself back from slumping against your shoulder like an old dog. You had insisted on dragging his miserable ass out of there, told him to get his shit together. That you were going for a ride, and he should hang on.

(Of course he was too stubborn to let you drive, no matter the fact that he had already put down half a bottle this morning.)

So despite his better judgement, he allowed you pull him away from those four walls that were his hotel room, all under the promise that it’d still be there when he got back.

Sure, he didn’t want to leave. If his hangover had anything to say about it, he’d be tucked back under the covers of that shitty, scratchy duvet in the fetal position. His head was pounding. But sat here on this stoop tucked away into the mountains, overlooking the small town he had sought out to lick his wounds within, the cool breeze sweeps away some of the tension in his facial features. The fresh air has coaxed that stress out of his shoulders, loosened him up in a way alcohol hadn’t managed to in years.

But maybe it was you.

You, tucked against his side, thumbing slow circles into the back of his palm. The scent of your shampoo drifting through the breeze that passes his nose that has his heart rate slowing. Honestly, he didn’t want to pull this apart. Whether it was the fresh air or you by his side that had him relaxing for the first time in months (years?), it didn’t matter. Because he asked a stupid question, and he doesn’t really feel like taking it back.

“Leon, you’re drunk,” you scoff, shaking your head. As if kissing your superior was such a far fetched idea. Or maybe you just didn’t want to kiss him. He couldn’t blame you, he’s not sure he even bothered to pack a toothbrush when he sought out a direct flight to Colorado.

“I’m the most sober I’ve been in weeks, right now.”

In his defense, he was telling the truth. After arriving at that run down mug, he had made it his mission to slug back as much as he could before he had to leave. Because he knew this was coming — whether in the form of a text message detailing his next deployment, or with the arrival of military personnel — and he had stuck it to himself to ignore it for as long as possible. Started digging that hole of sweet silence into his subconscious the second he got his room key.

And yet…. Here he was. Sobered up and wanting. Forced to face the sad reality that he was lonely, damn it.

Alright, universe, you win. He’ll admit it. Why else would you be playing with his head like this? Those eyes, deep as the ocean, bright as the stars. Pretty lips that fill out so delicately, cheeks that look softer than anything he’s felt in months. You were the embodiment of something a man like him didn’t deserve, and no withdrawal could create the guttural rawness of the wound this reality inflicted on him.

You weren’t a daydream, and you weren’t an illusion. You were tangible, distantly so. And after having been dragged back down to earth, he needed something stronger than what was in his flask.

Chancing a glance over at him, it’s clear you’re debating with yourself. Your teeth tucking that sweet bottom lip under them, plush in how it swells ever so slightly under the pressure. Lashes fluttering when you search his features. He was definitely in better shape than you had found him this morning, silverware clinking and wobbling in his unsteady grip.

The sight almost made you want to slip them from his hands, cut his food up for him like a doting mother. Maybe guide a few bites past his lips like some guilt ridden caregiver, anything to bring some color back to his cheeks.

But you’d never say that out loud.

“… I believe you,” you hum, gaze shifting back up from the dip of his cupids bow. A shitty cover to ignore how you had just wondered how that scruff over it would feel against your mouth. “Just don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Yeah?” He dryly laughs, short and null of any real humor. “Just like how joining this god forsaken organization wasn’t either, right?”

Silence. Thick, drawn out.

Few people knew just how Leon ended up in the DSO, landed himself in such a comfortable place with the higher ups. And fewer knew why he stayed. It’s hard to really respond to that when you’re not part of that statistic.

“I’m sorry,” you find yourself muttering softly, turning away again. Shifting your focus back out to gaze over the town below, the traffic flow of patrons returning home, shops turning off lights.

“Don’t be. I’m being a dick right now.”

Leon forgot how snippy he could be during withdrawals nowadays. Made him feel like an overgrown baby, still stuck in his oral phase. That flask in his pocket might as well have become a pacifier, anything to keep him from spinning off the handle.

“You’re acting like one, yeah. Doesn’t make you one.”

Pausing, Leon glances at you, follows the line of your side profile for a moment. Studies the line of your nose, the slope of your top lip. Down and over the jut of your chin, the retreat of your jaw. He wanted to follow that track with the bridge of his nose, maybe press his lips to the hollow of your throat.

Fuck. Maybe he wasn’t nearly as sober as he thought.

Clearing his throat, he shakes his head, glances out in the general direction you’re looking in. Can’t help how he finds similarities between the slopes of the mountains and your face.

“I’m glad you think so.”

[amelia-yap]

Sooooo thoughts on episode 12 🍅

very nice (in pain)

[protectcosette]

actually SO sick of being called self centered for setting boundaries

[shrapnarl]

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quick dreamsnso i can find them later

[animationismycomfort]

was I the only one that thought season 2 of green eggs and ham was a total let down oooorrrr

[tj-crochets]

What plushie should I make next? I feel like designing a plushie pattern but idk what to make

[dolores-slay]

Kinda missing my aunt whom I used to chat on the phone for hours to and who praised me and wrote me into the stars but now is not speaking to my dad bcs he didn't reprimand me harshly for the sins of *checks notes* not picking up one call from her

[inkykeiji]

tw: drug addiction

i just gotta say, the sound of the phone ringing and the sirens, both so masterfully folded into the beat at the beginning of agnes, is fucking bone chilling. it gives me waves of chills every single time and i don’t think that feeling, the feeling of full-body bouts of chills that course through me from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes until dave’s voice kicks in, will ever go away.

this song captures the trajectory of addiction SO well. i literally cannot even put it into words. but it’s so comforting????? it’s so comforting to hear someone else who has presumably lost a loved one (a close friend, in this situation) to the demon of addiction, outline the full course of its development.

i feel like,,, if you don’t have someone close to you who has struggled with and fought with addiction, it is so difficult for you to truly and fully understand how devastatingly heartbreaking—and excruciatingly painful—it is to watch the ravenous monster that is addiction fucking devour this person from the inside out. slowly. it corrodes their smile, it decays their mind, it dulls every single aspect of life except for when they’re high. they become nothing more than a shell of their former selves; a host for this parasitic sickness, who’s only care in life is that next fix, irregardless of what they have to do or who they have to hurt to get it.

and once that monster has been birthed inside of you, it never fully goes away. you fight it for the rest of your fucking life, irregardless of how much treatment you’ve gone through, irregardless of if you’re in treatment for the rest of your days on this earth. you battle those psychological cravings until you die, especially if your addiction was a coping mechanism or a self-soothing mechanism (which is so often is). it changes you and your life forever. and i dunno, i guess i feel like there’s still so many people who just can’t comprehend this and comprehend how much of a sickness addiction truly is. and i guess it’s really nice to find an artist you admire so much who DOES get it, who HAS experienced it. that’s all, i think.

[poptartmochi]

unfathomable emotions after showering

also.. i hit tag limit on this, so watch out for a very long post if you hit read more on the tags! 😨

[teardropsonsmyguitar]

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[transcending-chaos]

Not to be personal on main, but confronting the fact that one of your siblings is a pathological liar and narcissist with your parents is oddly cathartic and so, so painful. I’m just so tired of him turning my childhood house into a non-home for everyone else who lives there.

[babygirlcowboy]

Just letting you guys know I suffer from "my mom is mad at me" disease,,yeah it's chronic and debilitating,,,,super painful too,,,,,,,

[azulsluver]

I’ll be posting Scarabia tomorrow along with Pomefiore as an apology. Really tired today and had a test so I don’t have the energy to finish.

[sexyleon]

hey there! mia and rose actually got on very well! remember her diary (when she's like 6-8 years old i think)? she called her Mommy and that she taught her so much stuff, school was very easy for her. and then she sounds sad when she comments on her picture 'I haven't seen Mom in ages :( ' it was all eveline and her jealousy towards rose being loved and resentment towards mia and her not being the mommy she said she was going to be (in re7) and her research on her (mia wtf :/) that made her so angry, and so she used rose's memories of loneliness, 'absent' mother mia** and school bullies to torture rose.

**there was talk of interviews with the devs that chris took custody from mia (chris wtf, that's rose's only remaining parent who loves her just as much as the other did) and we know now from the DLC that he's been trying to recruit a VERY reluctant 16yo into a VERY dangerous squad, like srsly wtf chris? what part of 'take care of her' did he get wrong from ethan's dying words? or from rose's 'i want a normal life'? of course, it's possible that you just don't like mia (which is totally cool!) and i didn't see it anywhere on ur blog, if so, my apologies for this rant!!

You’re absolutely right, I do not like Mia at all.

I think this is a really interesting theory, but I also feel like Eveline was using Rose’s specific fears and memories in the first part of the house. It mirrored Ethan’s experience too much. I did see the journal entry, and I believe Mia was present for a while, but I also don’t think Mia has changed much regardless of if Chris took custody or not. We saw how she treated Eveline, a child/bio weapon with powers. We saw how she treated Ethan. We saw how she treated Chris at the end of it all. That explosive anger doesn’t go away overnight. While I think Mia can be gentle and kind (obviously why would Ethan fall in love with her), I do think she falls into the pattern of an abuser and has abusive tendencies. I think maybe Eveline and Rose both experienced a weird type of possession/surveillance by Mia and that maybe their experiences as children in her care weren’t too different. Based on your thoughts, i can definitely see the manifestation of Mia in the house as a combination of Eveline’s projection and some sort of personal experience from Rose because I think they likely had similar experiences with her to some extent. Of course, this is all speculation, and I will admit my opinion of Mia is low, but I think there is a conversation to be had about Mia, her behaviour, and how she potentially interacted with her daughter based on that.

[pierswife]

Went to Lowe's with my mom to help her load up like 10 bags of mulch and a few bags of top soil and like holy shit I did like at least half the lifting without breaking a sweat??? Like I work at a job that requires a lot of manual labor and I did not realize how much stronger I've gotten over the past year and a half holy shit???