#as the prev reblog’s tags said:

[basslinegrave]

last time i posted my messy sketches people liked them. so im posting this one do people want this

[simplydnp]

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[therianimal]

Recently I've been talking a bit about how my last psychotic episode had a massive effect on my identity and self image.

I often use Picrew to show how I see myself moreso than how I really look - they're essentially self portaits. I noticed a pattern today when looking through old ones, and decided to compile some for this post. The first image is a compilation I made a couple years ago; the second I made today using pics from a few months ago (during psychosis); the third shows a Picrew maker that I coincidentally used two separate times, once before the episode and once during.

My self image now looks very much like the "before" pics. Now that I'm both out of the episode and medicated I have essentially reverted to who I was before (with slight differences, plus some trauma from the episode itself). This is not meant to represent what psychosis "is" - psychotic people aren't dark or evil, but I thought I was and everything felt so frightening in the moment.

[iii-days-grace]

oh i HATE this new thing where clicking the prev URL doesn't take you to the prev reblog

'more intuitive for new users' my ass. give us a permalink or something or perish

[raspberryripley]

they need tomake a special like button to let your mutuals know that you liked their insane tags.

[komishko]

Shoutouts to the posts that hide entire essays in the tags for reasons unspecified.

[evermoredeluxe]

If people tag #prev what does it mean..

means that you agree with what the person who you rb’d from said in the tags! it’s an integral part of the tumblr culture!

[stripesysheaven]

why is the notifications not working lately

[jeannedarcgerard]

not to immediately move on from my hockey-induced revelations about human connectedness and also no one asked but my hand-me-down favourite hockey guy is adam lowry of the winnipeg jets. if you were curious.

[saetoru]

hehehehehe giggles

[ilpanettone]

y'all I love prev tags so so much. they're like hugs to me

[ghostbeam]

I cant believe prev tags is no longer a thing…it used to be for the masses….now just between u and oomf…u and op….intimate…..a secret language even…..

[starscelly]

where did the ability to check the prev reblog/tags go…. how am i to witness a chain of my mutuals being funny under these conditions ..

[radiodread]

Kill this trend with fire, god I hate it.

[lautesschweigen]

однажды ранбу перестанет извиняться и у него отвалится жопа

[diningwiththeasquiths]

Krilver ficlet (CK era), watersports Been wanting to write something watersports-themed for this fandom for ages now, and today I finally wrote it, yay!

It's early morning and there are two urges rising inside of Terry. These days, the urge to do a bump of coke is not among them. No, he longs for freshly brewed coffee on his seaside terrace. The other urge is slightly more urgent; a pressure in his bladder.

The only problem is John, currently straddling his thighs, apparently fully recovered from their activities last night and ready to start another round. He has yet to lose that great stamina of his.

"One moment, I have to use the bathroom, I'll be right back."

But John doesn't budge. Instead, he places a wide hand right on top of Terry's bladder. Not pressing down, but the threat is certainly there.

"You need to piss, huh?"

Terry narrows his eyes, calculating. It's been ages that John has been able to surprise him like this, unpredictable even to him. It makes him feel slightly out of balance, even though he's lying on his back.

"Yes. It'll only take a minute."

Part of him is annoyed at having to ask permission. He's in his seventies for christ's sake. Then again, in one way or another, John will always be his Captain, whether he likes it or not. It used to be a relief to follow orders, then it became a rush. Nowadays it feels like putting on an attire that suits his body perfectly, but of which he doesn't like the color.

"Why don't you go right here."

It's not framed as a question, and the hand on his full bladder has begun pressing down.

John can't be serious. (Sometimes he does like to see just how far he can push him, how far Terry's loyalty goes. It's only recently begun to feel like a test instead of yet another way of showing John his utter devotion.)

Terry snorts. "Very funny."

"Does it look like I'm joking?"

He searches John's time-worn face, eyebrows knitting together at what he finds there. The pressure on his bladder becomes painful.

"I can't go here," he protests.

"What, like you can't afford to buy a new mattress?"

They hold eye contact for several long seconds. Then, Terry wills himself to urinate. It takes him a couple of seconds more, partly because of his age but mostly because it's very strange to do it lying down in bed while your partner of more than 45 years still has his hand on your lower abdomen.

Eventually he relaxes enough to soak his silk pajama bottoms and the bed below in warm urine. The smell of it hits him right as John says, "Jesus, you actually did it."

"You told me to!" Terry snaps back, both embarrassed and indignant.

John doesn't reply, but his hand is already dipping lower, groping Terry through the wet fabric. Terry's breath hitches. He grows hard under John's rough, frenzied touches. The silk sticks to his skin. When he writhes he can feel how sopping wet the mattress is. Their bedroom smells like a truck stop toilet.

Things get frantic from there. John yanks down his pajama pants and pushes his legs apart. Since John always sleeps in the buff and Terry is still slightly wet and loose from hours before, the only thing he has to do then is slide home into Terry's welcoming body.

The rhythm he starts makes squelchy sounds, coming from the bed below them. He fucks Terry fast and eager, panting into Terry neck. Terry holds him tight, barely able to keep his eyes open as pleasure courses through him. John might not get as hard as he used to but he's still got moves.

The pleasure inside of him is building steadily, making his usually sharp mind go hazy. He doesn't realize what's about to happen until right before it does. Which is coming untouched between them for the first time since their early twenties. It takes them both by surprise. The waves of it are still hitting him when he feels John groan something into the crook of his neck. By the way his body tenses and his thrusts become erratic, he can tell that John has reached his own climax.

John sags down on top of him and they take a moment to catch their breath. When he softens and slips out of him, Terry allows the trickle of come that follows to drip down onto the already ruined bed.

Lying in his own filth suddenly and quickly loses its appeal, but he doesn't want to move just yet. And John was right, he'll have a new mattress delivered before the day is over. And, he decides, another mattress for one of the other bedrooms. A waterproof one.