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I WILL go insane. I AM going insane.

[pregnantsecondo]

We've all got that one mutual who does Not play around with mpreg

[frostbite-the-bat]

[lume-nosity]

NOOOO I DIDN’T GET THE CHANCE TO PULL FOR SHENHEEE FUCKKKKK

[candyredterezii]

Melatonin is a naturally occurring hormone that I don't think you can take too much of. If it's not working as well as it used to, your sleep is probably having issues elsewhere

[29121996]

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[howlinghunters]

[therelicofvalerielarive]

Va l e ri e . is. de a d

[huevobuevo]

BY DAVID :[

[th3e-m4ng0]

somewhat biblically accurate

[kikunai]

etho: the build's not done

5 seconds later: shows the most gorgeous house this season so far

[trapton]

𝙾𝙷, 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙾𝙵 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 for indifference. a soft furrowed expression upon his face, as he forcibly focuses on the feeling of beating heart slamming into chest. leaning in a half-sit against the service table, heel of palms are pressed to the edge. cutting into them. a simmering fear living behind the grey of his eyes. anxiety swelling, despite the prior confidence that this was all a lie. that henry would come crawling back. but still, the notion that -- in the end, this could all be true? -- well, it would destroy him completely.

lips peel apart at the abruptness of the shout. for all he doesn't deserve it, he expected henry to be gentler. it hurt, for lack of a better word. not imploding my life for you. but have you not, already? fingers white knuckling the table as he swallows down his anger. easier with the grief that resides in it's place. better to be gentler. to be the wounded. not a difficult role in the midst of the feeling in his stomach that he just wanted to bloody well end.

there exists the softest of flinches when henry's palm hits metal, drying throat. has no right to react that way, unexpected as it was. cast from his internal battle to face reality, as he pushes himself up from the bench.

quietly coming up to henry's side, he almost slots his groin against hip. but instead, vein laden hand reaching to press between shoulder blade. poking out from soft lilac, buttoned at the wrist with even softer yellow stripes. "henry." he gruffly speaks under his breath. "i -- well, i'm not sure what to say, at the moment. though, i would be remiss not to tell you to reconsider. i'm -- sure there's a way out of this." he swipes thumb over muscle, his other hand moving to overlap his.

"please look at me, sweetheart." he mutters, trying to curl digits softly yet insistently around flattened palm. nickname near unheard of. rare as a rainbow. "as much as it pains me, i could cover for you. although, i hardly see why you need her . . . it's a convenient excuse, if you ask me. especially if the more important secret is kept hidden." the homosexual affair of it all, of course.

hand slips up the back, to the fine hairs of henry's neck. hips now fully pressing to side. "besides. you don't love her, anymore. if you did, why would you be telling me the same? there can never truly be anyone else, can there?" he inhales through his parted lips, leaning over him.

"there wasn't for me." he returns, a lie in itself, though perhaps not anymore. time restoring truth to it.

@trapton asked: ❝ i knew you wouldn't stay with me. / henry ❞ ( the sex was good until it wasn't. )

"What the hell do you expect me to do, Will?" His volume wasn't held back, regardless of the scene of this squabble—the parts and service room, not all too long after closing. Henry wasn't one to reach this level of visible stress. He had kept out of the public eye, but spent very little time behind his desk. Instead, he had kept his hands and mind busy, an attempt made in vain to direct his nerves toward broken arcade machines and failing parts rather than his life. It had taken frighteningly little questioning on Will's part to get an answer, particularly regarding Henry's insistence on leaving the moment the workday was over. . . His long hours overtime with his business partner weren't going unnoticed. While she hadn't implicated Will—and thank god for that, if only for Henry's sake—his wife had made one thing perfectly clear: SHE KNEW. ( Probably thought Henry was leaving work and spending late nights with some mysterious woman. As bad as it was, it wasn't as dangerous as the truth. )

"It's over. I'm not imploding my life for you." It shouldn't have left him feeling so mixed, stomach heavy with the grief of ending something he should have never gotten involved with and the shame of knowing he would never really end it. This was all, in some way, for show. Proving to himself that he felt some level of guilt before he inevitably let Will pull him right back in. And then he would go home and lie right to his wife's face, and play saint just to top it off. I would never do something like that—the kind of claim he would have made sincerely in the past. "I don't know what you expect from me. To end up like you?" He slammed his hand to the table, frustration finally beginning to burn down into pure exhaustion. He leaned down on both palms over the table, glasses slipped low on his nose. All this upset, and all he could wonder: was he really feeling guilty, or was he just never ready to face the consequences of his own actions?

[3416]

Mitch Marner Media Availability | 10.12.24

[jadelemonadee]

the way philip tucks elizas hair behind her ear during stay alive reprise and she immediately holds his hand there before he dies omfg i feel sick ☹️☹️☹️

[st4rshipr4nger]

why the fuck was diego about to punch five in the season 4 trailer obviously something probably happened to lila or his kid but llike which one im terrified

[thechibilitwick]

art block sniff sniff bursts into tears