#but i have Thoughts today

[enigmatist17]

Maya smiled when she materialized on Sanctuary 3, able to pick out the familiar aura of the one person in this crazy universe that ran in step with the siren like no other. He's on the bridge, a surprisingly silent shadow perched on top of one of the consoles across from the cast windows, singular visible eye scanning the room while waiting for something. Ava nearly jumps when the impressively tall psycho moves just after she and Maya enter the bridge, eyes wide when her mentor is swept into a gentle hug.

"Hey big guy!"

"Sapphire starlight has joined the circus!" The psycho gently touches Maya's blue hair, tilting his head at the long locks. "She has rivers now."

"It's been a long time since I've had long hair, glad you like it." The taller man chuckles, and let's her hair fall completely from his hand. "I like the new mask."

"The blood sings louder, makes the meat bicycle shiny!" The psycho laughed, finally turning to face Ava with his head tilted, the teen nervously backing away. "Little rakk?"

"Ava, meet Krieg. Krieg, this is my apprentice Ava." The psycho, Krieg she corrects in her mind, stares at Ava for an intense few moments before reaching over and patting the top of her head. Lilith decided at that point to intervene and get into business, happy to see two of her closest friends reunited as they spoke about where to look next on Promethea. Ava scurried off halfway through to look around the ship and unpack, and after coordinates had been placed in the nav system, Krieg led Maya to Moxxi's, the bartender already waiting for them with drinks.

"Good to see you sugar." She winked at Maya, who tipped her head before tugging Krieg to a back booth, passing the small group of new vault hunters.

"They're a solid bunch, I like 'em." Krieg grunted in approval as they got seated, the siren leaning into his side while Krieg settled an arm around her. It was a routine they'd done dozens of times after they had both met long ago, Maya glancing up when Krieg unclasped his mask a little to sip his drink, chest rumbling in delight at the taste.

"They slaughter like bloody beasts, my buzzaxe sings and wants to dance." He chuckled after adjusting his mask, setting his glass on the table. "Popeye sings like the soldier, children run through with cables and sparks! Sapphire will like him, and the tiger who rips open the ribcages of the damned."

"Can't be a proper group without a siren right?" Maya grinned, the two sharing a laugh as they listened to the various noises of the ship and its inhabitants. "I missed you, every day."

"The skag screams at the moon, every day a razor slicing open to drip ruby, not Sapphire." Krieg sighed, feeling one of her hands rest in his and giving a small squeeze. "No more?"

"No, I'm not going anywhere this time." Krieg squeezes her hand back, moving so his eye could meet hers. The psycho had wondered if she had missed him as much as he did her, the annoying voice even silent as they both gaze upon the woman they'll break the universe for smile up at them brighter than the sun.

Krieg won't fail his Sapphire Starlight again, gently pressing his forehead against hers in a silent show of relief and content.

So, a siren and a psycho sit in a booth in a bar, and for the first time in seven years, smile.

[grntaire]

thinking abt romance and getting personal abt it lol

i love my partner. i love him in a way that is easy and gentle and because he is kind and thoughtful. he's managed to be kind and gentle despite so much of the world showing him that that isn't what men are supposed to be. but i don't feel that fiery feeling. the feeling the poets describe when they speak of the passions of love. truthfully, i never have with him. and is that okay? is that enough? is what i felt as a teenager just the rush of hormones or is that what the beginnings of love should feel like? loving him has never felt like that. loving him is like a breath of air in the house you grew up in if you grew up in a house you loved. it's comfortable and easy. but i'm starting to think i want love that feels like a breath of air in a place you've wanted to go to your whole life, and finally got the chance to visit. is it a disservice to myself to stay with him? is it a disservice to him to stay with him?

am i unrealistic to want the type of passion and fire i see in stories? a love like that must exist in order to inspire stories of such passion, right? i think i've always been a bit of a romantic but really suppressed it when i went to college. i think i resigned myself to not ever having a love that feels big. it very easily could have been a self-esteem thing, too.

but the thing with my partner is that i've never felt so wholly accepted by someone as i do with him. i don't think there's much of anything i could say or do (within reason yk) that would make him love me any less. i don't know if there's much he could do to make me change how i feel either.

because here's the thing–i fully can be happy without romance. at least for a great while. i'm at this point now, though, where i feel like i want so much more out of my life. not to dead poets society too close to the sun but i want to suck the marrow out of life, yk? and i'm not sure if love like this is what i want. i know it feels nice, at least for now, and we've talked openly about how i'm figuring my shit out and that like, fuck, maybe sometime down the line we break up and he's said that he's happy just to be with me here and now and that's all that matters to him. which is so kind and i almost wish he was a dick about it lmao.

i have felt big, passionate feelings for someone once since i was a teenager. for someone who i *absolutely* cannot have, for so many reasons that i definitely can't talk about on a post like this. i didn't share these feelings with anyone for a while, until friends started commenting on our dynamic. only then did i confide in them that i did, in fact, have the feelings that they joked that i had. and then, one time, friends noticed looks that this person made towards me. looks that went truthfully unnoticed by me but ones that my friends all independently saw themselves. and in a way, i was relieved that it seems like it was a reciprocal connection. that i wasn't crazy and making it up, and that they seemed to share some semblance of those feelings, too. with that knowledge, though, and knowing that it's something that definitely can never be pursued, it breaks my heart a bit. that that type of connection is out there, with someone who upon first meeting them felt like i had already known them for my whole life, for several lives before, and to know that i can't chase it. it sucks.

is it fair to me, to him, to stay with my partner knowing that it's possible for me to feel a love like this, despite not feeling it towards him? not that i don't love him–it's just such a different type of love. and i don't think it's the type of love i pictured for myself.

which leads me to this thought: how many people are in relationships that feel just like mine? and how many people are in relationships where that burning feeling is there? i mean, is my love for my partner just an elevated friendship kind of love? (i think all love is that, to an extent. all romantic love to me has always felt like something built off of truly being each others' best friend)

idk. this is super personal and emotional and it's hard to talk about love even with friends.

[clarisse-doodles]

inspired by this post, in which Damian does not know what Vine is

[keymintt]

a comic/zine about coyotes

[hinamie]

sympathy for cain

[remxedmoon]

comfort food.

(greyscale below!)

aaaaa. iii needed to make something self indulgent!!!! and for me that means drawing Bonnie and also putting a frankly stupid amount of work into rendering food!! outside of the onigiri and spaghetti (kind of), most of these were firsts for me and GOD im so happy with the results. i’ve seen a few people say that my art makes them hungry teehee. i hope this illicits the same reaction! please enjoy :3

here’s the greyscale version!! iii don’t think it’s As Appetizing as the colored version and the values are a little messy but! it exist !

[bicheetopuff]

I guess it’s this kids birthday so I’m gonna remind you what character development can do to a mf

He deserves to be happy

[blackpearlblast]

the thing is israel basically belongs to the united states. it is funded by our government. they test weapons for us. when the us defends israel it is not defending a sibling nation where there might be room for them to break away or disagree, it is defending its own military interests. i think this is important for understanding why the states are acting this way and to make it clear this is something US citizens are directly involved in, as much as any other cruel, imperialistic war we are told to support, only to be apologized for as wrong decades later. you can apologize for the deaths once you have already benefitted from the deaths. that is how these things go but it is always essential to fight that pattern because we already know how it ends if we were to let it play out. none of this is new, for all the claims of complexity, it is the same old playbook and we must recognize it for what it is and fight it as we would any other demand for crimes against humanity in the name of "peace". learn from the past, learn from each other, learn from those who have been fighting this struggle longer than we have been alive. mass opposition to US imperialism, to settler colonialism, to """justified""" genocide is the only way.

[bi-writes]

thinking about being a new lieutenant working with laswell and getting to meet her a-team, tf141, and immediately clashing with your equivalent. that other lieutenant that wears a fucking costume and glares whenever he sees you, simon fucking riley. (kinda dark, 18+)

you hate him. you hate how good he does in the field. it sickens you when you see how every knife he throws hits its target with disgustingly perfect accuracy. you sneer when he aims his rifle, each bullet going exactly where he wants it to go because he's that fucking good, look at him, big man with a big fucking head and a big--

god, it's so frustrating to be out here for so long. on a cot, so far away from everything, reporting back to laswell and then spending time with a task force who is so intelligent on the field but shares one fucking brain cell off of it.

and it's so lonely. it's so lonely, and you feel so far away, and when you show up in front of ghost's room that evening, you don't even exchange words as he steps aside, letting you slink into the dark of it. you don't speak as he crowds you against the door, as he pushes you up against it, when he reveals the lower half of his face so he can kiss you and taste you in every way he's wanted to since he met you. you're so fucking annoying, you crawl under his skin, and when he tastes you, he sucks, his tongue tracing the inside of your mouth as he tugs his cargo pants just under his cock and hoists you up around his waist.

it's just stress relief, you tell yourself as he fucks you against the rattling door. i just need a little relief, is what you say to yourself as he mumbles against yours lips, gripping the fat of your hips in his big hands and putting his cock to good use. he's not gentle, but you don't want him to be. he's too good at what he does, you were hoping he would have fault in one fucking area of his life, but even like this, he shows you just how well he fucks and just how big he really is, everywhere.

please, please, please--! you beg. he snickers, and it's mean, and he's sucking a warm bruise into your neck when he mutters, "tha'sit, swee'eart. we both know who's really in charge, eh? yeah--yeah, good girl--y'r such a good girl--"

and you are. cum soaked thighs, your mouth still on his when he finally comes, grunting as he fills you so full, it's dripping onto your thighs, onto his, dampening the clothes neither of you bothered to take off. and when you leave, you tell yourself this will never happen again, that ghost will keep this a secret because he hates you just as much, that ghost is discreet and quiet and values his privacy, and if you don't speak of this again, neither will he. it suddenly comforts you how closed off he is.

so it does surprise you when the next morning comes, and you go to sit with your team to eat, that ghost snarls when you try and take a seat beside him. you expect this to be a rude gesture, but you squeak when he grips you around the waist and forces you into his lap. you stiffen, but his sergeants barely bat an eye. the braid of your hair is yanked backwards, and you gasp when you feel his breath against your ear, even through the mask.

"the casual shaggin' sort of deal? not m'thing, luvvie. now eat y'r breckie, swee'eart, 'm fuckin' hungry, and 'm not very patient."

he used to think having one of his sergeant's underneath him was the kind of power-play that got him right off.

wrong.

nothing like fucking a pretty little lieutenant good enough she can't fucking remember how to speak.

[munchboxart]

So I've been doing this thing for months where I just start grabbing one of my plushies to have as tummy support to prevent me from leaning too far forward towards my screen (the plush pushes me back as it's against the desk).

Maybe not good advice but for now it's better than me leaning all the way forward like a dog

[puppyeared]

learned something about myself lately

[hajimedics]

I'M NOT YOUR DOLL AND I'LL THINK FOR MYSELF AND I'LL LIVE FOR MYSELF

[sandflakedraws]

re : how each brother reacts learning that they can't go back

you'll have to pry the "all the Brozone Bros knew what happened at the tree" headcanon outta my cold, dead dead dead hands.

[14th-century-verona-queer]

Question-

Do any other ace people forget that people are like…having sex?

Like sometimes im just shocked with the realization like “omg there are so many people that are like…interested in having sex.”

I’m personally like forgetful as fuck an I genuinely wake up every day with the realization “oh yea I’m queer!!” (Im being so deadass about that btw)

But yea like every time an allosexual friend is like “omg she’s so hot i would let her fucking RAIL me” (not like asexuals cant make sex jokes i quite genuinely do it all the time) but like….they MEAN it, ykwim?

LIKE THEY WOULD GENUINELY LET THAT HAPPEN AND THEY GENUINELY MEAN THAT THEY WANT THAT TO HAPPEN AND IT JUST-CONFUSES THE FUCK OUT OF ME

(To be clear, i am sex-repulsed, so idk if that has smth to do with it lol)

[v-poreons]

That's it that's their dynamic

[xxplastic-cubexx]

[right to left]

finally finished This Wip from Ever ago and so now i ask you ever look into another dudes eyes and suddenly want to do whatever he wants