#and no one laughed

[alloffandoms]

Funny how every time Jayce called Viktor his "partner" was always to make him feel included and always said in such a sweet tone, but the one time Viktor used the word "partners" was in a manipulative and almost malicious way-

[kaisollisto]

avatrice but they're both furniture tables.....

At first Ava just thinks it's just a really good day, the sun is shining at the right angle through the window that warms 3/4s of her. Her broad oak surface preens at the attention. She's always loved the way the window casts light. The slopes and curves hypnotize her.

There's something that calls to her, (the story, the mystery, the mistakes, the process,) that she loves. The arch, Ava pores over, there's a story brimming beneath the smooth glass. It vibrates at a frequency Ava can't get out of her mind. It sings to her and sometimes it drives her insane.

She wants to answer the call, to sing back but Ava is brown oak wood. She was made from the splinters of a great tree she can no longer taste.  The memory lingers like a tender bruise, the taste of something greater, something familiar, but now all she can taste is herself.

She tastes like a forest fire, smokey and raw. It sits inside of her lungs smoldering, burning her up. And Ava has never known how to stop heaving.

Ava's favorite game is finding love in plain sight. She can't calm the forest fire but it's easy to pretend she isn't on fire when passion curls inside her.

She looks for lingering touches, worn away divots, the absence of dust. There's always more to it, a reason, a why, an answer that Ava seeks. (One that she doesn't want to know but seeks.)

It's been years but Ava can still feel her. She stands on 4 legs just like her but there is purpose in the way she holds space. She holds it like a museum (whereas Ava fills her lungs with as much air as she can hold).

The question itches at Ava, it paws at her chest and she's always loved to scratch. She can't find it at first, the love, the absence, the dust, the divot, it's hard. For once in her life Ava just sees a table.

And it eats at Ava, she permeates Ava’s brain like a fine layer of dust. No matter how much Ava wipes off, the dust still settles. Ava can't escape her, they've never held a conversation (but Ava has held the air in her lungs longer in hopes she could taste something different).

-

(She radiates devotion, and what is devotion if not something akin to love Ava thinks.)

[gossip-girl-of-middleearth]

A little on how my day has transpired

But no really, is it acceptable to quit a boring office temp job because no one in the cubicles around me has any sense of humour? 😂

[crowned-as-king]

my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard and they're like

why is there a massive fucking shake on your front lawn matthew

[catboyloghain]

experts warn that 99% of hunters eventually become the hunted. hunting, not even once.

[thefleshyougoveggie]

one of my friends just joked that i was “basically straight” just bc of my preference for men and i just feel so disrespected.

like.

i am nonbinary.

i view all of my attraction as queer

and also

IM BISEXUAL

she knows this.

MY PREFERENCES DONT CHANGE MY SEXUALITY

[mahgck]

you have to outlive donald trump

[ashyslashyy]

[themetalhiro]

hold that posture

[marypsue]

Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

[mychemicalbrromance]

Guys ive been reading peak

[rachelfc-art]

Princess in Shining Armor

[sofflepoffle]

I like how dropout shows often have an almost “filmed in front of a live studio audience” effect from simply having the crew obviously losing their minds off camera

[spyglassrealms]

had a fucking hilarious dream that tumblr replaced the "block" function with the far funnier "glock" function, which did the exact same thing except whenever anyone blocked you a random bullet hole, like a png of a bullet hole, would appear on your blog. discourse blogs were unreadable bc you'd go to the page and the sheer amount of bullet hole pngs stacked over the blogs obscured everything. I woke myself up laughing

[maeamian]

If you saw me agreeing with being annoyed about wasted helium in a fictional context and were like "I bet she has some more helium based anger in her life" good news LAPD fucked up a raid on a medical facility they thought was a pot farm and flat out ruined thousands of gallons of the stuff.

[supertaliart]

A continuation of my previous Skywalker Twins comic - feat Yoda part 3