#been brain poisoned by them (:

[fisherrprince]

Instead of writing a fanfic like a normal person this oneshot turned into two separate, contextless things,

[signedjehanne]

people on tumblr will literally post things like “you have to eat vegetables and expand your palate i dont care if you are a picky eater because of autism (if i can overcome it you can too)” and everybody will reblog it being like “yes this is true for everybody no matter what” and think its okay. like sorry but that wont work for everyone and there is no one size fits all and some people will never be able to eat these things no matter how hard they try. im only allowed by my doctors to eat recreationally and not for nutrition, because my ARFID is so severe that i get my nutrition solely from a specially made formula drink. your suggestions of “try vegetables roasted!” or “try them in soup!” and assurances of “i did it, you can too!” don’t work for those of us with more severe mental illnesses and disabilities. stop tying a person’s worth to their diet and stop assuming everybody has the ability to do what you can.

[not-usually-deranged]

watching all of the hype and love for huskerdust w/the new episodes got me feeling like that one scene in trolls like-

“the clue board- you mean MY clue board?? The clue board that *I* made??? We like the clue board now”

i was waiting for the huskerdust musical number since the pilot and episode 4 has inspired brainrot within me I didn’t think possible like… AAAH

[trappedinafantasy37]

Just thinking about Minthara and Shadowheart again. And how Minthara is most certainly cultivating a small patch of night orchids next to her mushrooms in her garden. After all, they are deadly poisonous and would be useful for alchemy.

And I suppose Shadowheart likes them or something.

Edit: I wrote a snippet about this.

[toxintouch]

Absinthe & Sugar:

"They" pronouns used for MC, Unspecified background, no gendered language or descriptors used. WARNINGS: MDNI. Suggestive content/non-explicit smut (very little description used). MC is specified to be the receiving partner (penetration) for a round. Exact relationship dynamic is left heavily to interpretation but I'd say skip if you are sensitive to toxicity. ✦Read on Ao3.

The only difference between Leander and the Senobium is the uniforms, Vere said.

The sex isn't quite the way they intended.  Leander is eager, desperate and overly affectionate.  It rattles them, incongruent with the playboy image of a man they thought they were inviting into their bed; the casual escapade they were inclined towards doesn’t seem to be what they received.

They try to exert control—they do exert control, though it feels like a hollow facsimile at best.  He accommodates their whims, accepts and welcomes their harsh treatment even as they dig their cursed nails into his flesh, press bites against his lips when he seeks their kiss.  His eyes never seem to leave theirs, even as they parry and avoid every intimate gesture he offers them.  Their first fuck is rough—a relief—absolution and damnation in equal measure.

They’re high on adrenaline for the second, nerves singing as he sears worshipful kisses against their golden fissures, laces their fingers together with his, murmurs nonsense.

They lose count of the rest.  Their mind is lost in the heat and the sweat, the green haze they wish they could blame on liquor.  It’s a dream—feeling someone so completely, without any of their usual visceral fear.  But it’s a nightmare.  The way they tip their head back to hold back their tears and end up showing their throat, the way they swallow his whispered promises.

Leander doesn’t behave decently.  Doesn’t escort himself out afterwards.  He spends all night crowding them in bed, arms encircling them, his heavy weight trapping them against his chest.  They shove at him, weak and ineffectual, exhausted from the night's activities.  While their eyes droop, fluttering closed against their will, his stare is vibrant, an affectionate smile upon his still-wet lips.  As they drift off they feel the press of his mouth against their temple.  They tell themselves they hate it, lips too numbed with impending sleep to protest aloud.

They mean to rebuke him when they wake.  Deride his terrible etiquette as a one night stand.  Tell him he smothered them with his body heat and hogged the blanket, contradictions be damned.  They spend a long moment internally repeating what they’ll say—studying his sleeping face, the stress he carries during waking hours so obvious now that they see him not bearing the burden.  The moment slips away when he opens his eyes, words momentarily caught in their throat as they admire the color of them, as they listen to his easy pillow talk.  The curve of his smile, the crinkle of his eyes at their stilted responses.  His warm embrace.

He holds them all night only to get on his knees for them in the morning.

The pleasure is so intense, they feel like they’re about to lose their own mind.

They dig their nails into his back when he fucks them, snapping his hips in a rhythm that steals their breath away.  They hold him with the same fervor he held them.  (As if that might be the tipping point—their last ditch effort—they’ve scared away anyone they’ve ever wanted just by wanting—)

And he says it; into their ear: “I love you.”  And his voice is wrecked but he still manages to make it sound like a prison sentence.  “I love you.  I have you, I have you, you can—”

They score a punishing red line down his scarred bicep with one cursed hand, gripping his hair with the other to wrench him away, to make him look them in the face.  He groans low in his chest, eyelashes fluttering—a true masochist—but his gaze meets their own with intent.  He pauses, pulses inside of them but doesn’t come.

“Maybe I have you.”  They spit viciously, though they don’t think they do.

He’s immune to their poisonous tone like he’s immune to their curse.

But they’re weak to whatever he is.  To his soft retaliation.

They try to tug their hands away from his reaching grasp, but he doesn’t even acknowledge their resistance.  He laces his fingers with theirs, saccharine sweet, pressing the backs of their palms into the mattress.

“I’m glad,” he says tenderly.  Affectionate like he has the right, like he’s anything more or less than the worst decision they’ve ever made.  “I want to be yours.”

His absinthe green eyes seem to peer right through them.  

“And you're mine, too…aren't you…?”

The only difference between Leander and the Senobium is the uniforms.

They wonder at the fact that they listened to Vere, believed him wholeheartedly, and still did this.

[arbitrarycategories]

what if I indulged my inner twelve year old and wrote crossover fanfiction

[benevolentcannibal]

whoa, ichinami be upon you 🍊🍓

[socksandbuttons]

me watching the new episode FINALLYYYYY THEY ACKOWLEDGE KCCCCC

alsO KINDA UPSETTTING

[harmonytheme]

I agree with you about what that anon said about people saying their kisses don't look real and passionate. It's casual intimacy and I'm surprised that some people have forgotten that it exists. Their kisses are 100% real. Sometimes I question if we're watching the same show.

People create problems when things are going well because they want something to argue about. It blows my mind that they’re getting this criticism when they’re far more affectionate than any other couple on the show currently. It’s a sign of how healthy their relationship is that they’re always kissing and touching casually!! It doesn’t mean they lack passion or the kisses are fake (the fake kisses thing is so laughable considering how 99.9% of their kisses are fully in view. The directors are just ameteurs, guys! It doesn’t mean they’re not kissing when there’s an over the shoulder shot one time!)

[nattikay]

hmmmm think i'm gonna go play some afop

[iceicewifey]

I NEED TO DRAW SHIP ART

[goldensunset]

*hasn't watched the trailer and isn't currently planning to* dude i am sooooooo stoked for the indigo disk....

[vanweezer]

crazy city population 1 (me) (kingsley)

[poisoned-sugar11]

Cold please go away I need to draw women

[butchlifeguard]

something i was thinking about on stand yesterday.. danganronpa shsl lifeguard who tries to save a dying person they find, bonus points if they dont come clean about it at first because they think they actually killed that person with their efforts

[cafecouple]

Guys... there has been a new character on my brain lately... It is so over for me and I know this but it is a SECRET. because. uhhhh well (RUNS INTO THE WOODS