#and i usually end up crying

[pears-trinkets]

this was my passion project i worked on over the past week! I had these photo albums laying around since 2019 and finally printed out give or take 250 photos and glued them in!

I did it chronologically and it was such a nice trip down memory lane 🥲

[fisheito]

collab #2 with @xenole i was given a chibi yakumo and i.. i...... turned it into thiS

[oceans-beloved]

｡:*･.Happy birthday Vincenzo Maria Fontana, Beloved wife and the haunter of my nightmare dreams.･*:｡

[shorlinesorrows]

qpr jean and neil. that's all i'm gonna say.

do you see my vision?

[sysig]

Delusions (Patreon)

"Could I have your hand, sir?" Max didn't move, which Dexter was, sadly, getting used to.

"Sir?" Max jerked, then turned and stared at him, lost and blank. "Your hand, please."

Max's hand lifted shakily, and he laid it gently in Dexter's upturned palm. Dexter gave a quick and quiet "thank you," then turned it over in his own hand, observing him closely.

Too closely - his knuckles were rough and his fingernails were dull and cracked in places. His once-soft, not-a-day-in-his-life-subjected-to-hard-labour hands were now, already, toughened and split and scarred in places, especially the heel of his palm. He turned it over again, this time to stop looking so intensely. He had only wanted to give it a cursory glance to begin with.

"Do you know what I see, sir?" he asked as conversationally as he could manage, running his fingers along Max's abused flesh. He seemed to be at least half paying attention, his eye gazing down between them, and he'd occasionally twitch, encouragingly Dexter thought. He seemed to want to curl around him, then stopped and shook, his hand squeezing into a fist. Dexter coaxed him back out, encouraged him to hold himself lightly.

"What do you see?" He was almost startled by Max actually continuing their conversation, that happened so rarely now, shaking and quiet as it was. He took a deep breath, was he really going to do this?

"I see a hand, with five fingers." Max remained quiet, though his brow curled, and a guarded look came into his eye, though he still wasn't looking at Dexter. He felt a pang of guilt, but he had to try. "What do you see?"

Max's eye unfocused and began to water. He looked up, but not enough to reach Dexter's gaze in return, instead staring through his chest, and he felt just as hollow and empty as he must look to him.

"Do you take me for a fool, DAX?" Quiet and as close to angry as he'd heard since they'd been here.

No, not angry.

Betrayed.

He swallowed down the stinging lump at the back of his throat. He had to put on a brave face, had to keep his composure if he wanted Max to get better. That was the only thing he wanted, more than anything.

"Of course not, sir. Genuinely, what do you see?"

Max pulled his hand away and turned his body, his bandaged side facing Dexter. Shutting him out, pointedly. Dexter's empty hand curled into a fist, he was no better.

"Please, don't..." Max took a shallow, shuddering breath, and several beats before he spoke again, even quieter. "Don't ridicule me." Dexter could hear his breath catch, and he wanted nothing more than for this all to just stop.

"Sir, I didn't-"

"I've had enough of that." He shook his head stiffly, the action strange and wrong, like he had forgotten how. He stilled, his head turned even further away. "More than enough."

[gaylactic-fire]

It's scoliosis awareness month. It's also coming up on ten years since I had my spinal fusion surgery. I started writing a vent / retrospective / awareness of my surgery and life with disability but lads.. I don't know if I wanna post it it's actually so dark and upsetting 💀💀

[exhaustedalien]

wish I could just draw instead of spending 5-10 hours a day mentally preparing myself to draw

[ratatatastic]

happy cats continue on their sports pr tour and this time they stopped by the hardrock to give a good fins up! for the home opener to all who celebrate

jacksonville jaguars @ miami dolphins | 9.8.24 (x)(x)

[jakowskis]

"i hated owen for all/most of s1 i only started liking him in s2" weak. i liked owen since he got choked against a wall by an angry woman and then told her he wanted to shag her immediately afterwards. and then even more when he spent ep3 trying to intimidate and murder a rapist

[casdeans-pie]

I spent the last couple of days with my best friend that I've known for 13 years - he's always trated me like his little sister and to me he's basically my brother

I love him to bits

We went to an old castle together today and we were heckling the ghost in the 'haunted room' and he kept touching everything that had a No Touching sign on it asdfhjkljgdkl

When we're together there's only one braincell between us

It was kinda refreshing to take a break from the internet for the weekend tbh - but I'm happy to be back !

[galaxywarp]

I broke my grandma’s star projector.

My grandma passed away on February 26th, 2023 at 2:05pm.

In the absence of my shitty father, grandma moved in with us and helped raise me ever since I was very little. She was more like a parent than a grandparent in that sense, but she was also still very much my soft wonderful loving amazing grandmother. I don’t remember a time when she wasn’t right down the hall, always there and always happy to talk to me or hold me or play with me. Until…now, I guess.

I had bought a star projector a few years ago. She came into my room and was amazed by how beautiful it was. We sat on my bed together listening to some of her favorite Dean Martin songs and watching the colorful lights dance across the walls and ceiling. She loved it.

I ended up putting it in her room. Every night I would come in and ask her which color combination she wanted — it could be blue, green, red, or white, or any mixture of those. She usually preferred blue, and she liked when the green laser stars would fade in and out, instead of always being on. I would turn it on along with some music I had put on my old iPod for her. It was a 2nd generation iPod nano that I had used as a child but now had a playlist simply called “grandma <3” and was filled with all her favorites. I would put on the star projector and the music and sit with her for a bit until she fell asleep, watching the pretty lights with her and happy that I could do this for her.

She couldn’t bring the star projector when she moved into hospice, but she did bring her iPod. I would play it for her at the nursing home and it was beautiful to me that even with her advanced dementia, she could still sing along to her favorite songs. She could sing easier than she could talk. My mom told me that had something to do with how the brain processes those two actions differently.

After she died, we had to clean out her room. I decided I wanted the star projector. To remember all the nights we enjoyed it together, and how I had been able to give her something beautiful.

As I was packing my things, I had set it down on my couch and briefly left the room.

I heard a crack.

It had fallen, and broken all over the floor.

My entire life, I’ve survived by running from my feelings. By burying them down and repressing them. Trauma after trauma, locked in a vault I refuse to open.

When I saw the broken pieces of our star projector, I went numb. I cleaned it up, and I threw it away, along with my feelings about what had just happened.

It’s August now. Nearly half a year since she died. And grief is now exploding out of me in the form of breaking that star projector.

I wanted to keep it. I wanted to keep it so, so badly. I wanted to keep this beautiful memory we shared together. I wanted to sit beneath those lights and think of her and all the times she had looked up at them in awe and wonder.

But I broke it. And now it’s gone forever. Just like she is.

I broke my grandma’s star projector. and I don’t know how I’m ever going to be okay with that.

[oxbowreality]

I wish I could stop being lonely without having to interact with people. People are scary.

[yellowhollyhock]

return to the underground is so funny because everything Donny says or does Raph and Leo are like 'that's him our baby brother, precious little genius, watch watch he's gonna do something cool, we are so proud. do you need anything Don Don'

And Mikey's like 'this is the worst plan you've ever had. I hate you.'

He really was not happy about going back underground XD

[berryblu-soda]

Anyways update i just didnt bother to post earlier:

fr God is good and the whole car crash my parents got into last week was so incredibly mild in terms of injuries!!!! worst was a bruised knee im pretty sure

ALSO-

*taps mic* HUG YOUR FREAKING LOVED ONES OR SO HELP ME!!!!!!!

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

Cowboy Touya hadn’t planned on taking you, his very drunk ex (and the one that got away), home from the bar when your jerk of a new boyfriend ditches you after a fight.

But he really wasn’t expecting his chest to ache so much as he’s reminded of all the ways you used to be his, your fingers interlocked tightly with his as he drives.

[jabberwockprince]

shit hit the fan as expected and im havign the worst fucking time but im ODDLY calm im fine im so fucking fine im very hinged like a door