#as it always does

[little-pup-pip]

Hello everyone, guess who's sick once again :( If you guessed me, you'd be right! I feel pretty badly sick right now, so moodboards will be slowing down until I feel a little better. I feel kinda bad about this, because I've missed a lot of uploads recently, (have this cake to make up for it) but I at least have the last day of my 25 Days of Moodboards collection ready to go!!

I'm going to try to reblog some cool stuff by other people while I'm out of commission, so I'll still be kinda active on here! I'm going to take a nap now, see you all soon!!

[maxbytes]

Well. I think your stuff rules and kicks ass enough for at least 3 people. So your self hatred is in vain because my love is more powerful than your hate. One billion positive blasts

obligatory thanks but i can't believe you as i'm incapable of receiving nice words at the moment

[yarodrags]

They consume me

Being a fanartist and creating ur own angst bs hits different WHY DID I THINK IT WAS A GOOD IDEA

[laniidae-passerine]

a wonderful, bright and brief whole two minutes where it seemed like Barry was maybe a good dad

[laughinglynx]

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[dontpetmeibite]

knowledge is power. be careful of how you use it. if you ever say you're dumb i don't trust you. either you're lying or you don't use the three whole brain cells you've been blessed with 

hahahahaha no.  Glit is a medic but in no other way is he smarter than me.

[eastoncowan]

MD11

[mesaprotector]

i think i'm very possibly the biggest akanesasu shoujo/the girl in twilight fan in the world outside japan which is a weird feeling

actually it's not impossible that even including japan i'm still first

if anyone proves me wrong i will be so happy you have no idea

[key-likeahousekey]

I feel that there was some part of me that is, was, and always has been made for sorrow. I have been designed for it in such a way that it drapes on my body so elegantly, a wearer made for the robe.

I feel that there was some part of me that is, was, and always has been created for 4 am thoughts, for being unable to sleep in the arms of the one I love, for aching to be asleep with the rest of the world.

I feel that there is some part of me that will never be okay again. I feel that there is some part of me that will close off all over again because of this. I feel that there is some part of me that knows it is all too much for me to handle.

I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel,

I feel that there is some part of me that is, was, and always will be hurt, aching, and left on the ground in a pile of shards, shards of myself that you broke, shards of my life, my personality, my hopes and thoughts and dreams.

I feel that there is some part of me that will never move forward.

I feel. I feel. I feel.

[dreamyghostie]

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[mythicamagic]

One of my favourite things when reading fanfiction is when you click with an author's style so much that you adore the fanfiction you're reading, and once it's over you need more. So you go to their page and hope that there's more for any fandom you might know- only there isn't any. They've written for other fandoms you aren't familiar with and never would've thought about before.

But you're down so bad for their style and talent that they got you wading in like:

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[elainemorisi]

the general People's definition of attractive qualities is perplexing, man

[1alchemistart]

cries mournfully. guess who's been reading fics lately JSDFKLSDKL

[chloesimaginationthings]

The FNAF Vanessas meet their younger selves..

[elodieunderglass]

Oh I forgot to say.

Bug (4) is going to start school now so we’ve been doing literacy practice. One set of exercises was about “opposites” and I drew a card reading “fat”. Ok what’s the opposite of fat.

Bug thought about it and then said dreamily: “meat.”