#but my brain hates me sigh

[ihearnocomplaints]

me if uhhhh me if you uh if you reblog my art and give me love and attention

[hyunpic]

HYUNJIN | ONE KID’S ROOM EP. 07

[victorie552]

Just had a thought, it's completely half-baked: So, um, NoME I think, said that there totally could be hröar without any fëar running around, right? Translating: there could be moving bodies with no souls/occupants left.

Zombies. Middle Earth has zombies.

And when would be a better time for zombies to roam around than after Nirnaeth Arnoediad? Even more after Second and Third Kinslaying. You know who would have a perfect opportunity to fight zombies to the point of habit? Fëanorians.

So I imagined the situation where Maedhros and Maglor fight some zombies, successfully turning them into parts (I mean, duh). Then Maedhros says something self-hating like "Surely there's more good to them than was left of us(me) as it hunts and hurts without consent, intent nor will, unlike us(me)."

And Maglor looks at him, then at the zombie's head he holds. He reaps the skull open (with his hands, yes), takes zombies' brain out, and throws it at Maedhros with "We also have an evidence he had a brain, unlike some brother of mine."

Cue Medhros releasing the MOST Older Brother Sigh.

[nazurabbit]

them being wet here as if they were RAINED ON.

[lichilly]

“I had all and then most of you

Some and now none of you.

Take me back to the night we met.”

— The Night We Met by Lord Huron

cw implied death, angst, OWWW OWWWIE OWWW

The day starts as usual.

The sun rises, birds chirping as you push open the balcony door to let the morning air in. Joseph steps out, a cigarette already between his fingers. You join him, two mugs of coffee in your hands. He takes one from you with a grateful smile, you both settle into the routine.

The day is beautiful. The suns warm embrace on your skin makes you want to linger there forever, soaking in her rays.

“What d’ya want for breakfast?” he asks, smoke curling lazily from his lips.

You ponder for a moment, imagining the taste of different dishes. “How about…pancakes?” you suggest, feeling your mouth water at the thought.

Joseph chuckles, stubbing out his cigarette and taking a final gulp of his coffee. “Pancakes it is then.”

You eat breakfast together at the table. Joseph flips through his script between bites, humming under his breath and glancing at the clock occasionally. A quiet sigh escapes him as he polishes off his plate.

He rises, placing his dirtied plate on the sink, setting his empty mug on top. He walks over to you, gently pushing your hair back and kissing your forehead.

“I gotta go. I’ll see you later, okay?”

You hum, cheeks warming from the kiss. “I’ll pick up stuff to make your favorite for dinner tonight. I know we haven’t had it in a while.”

His eyes light up, “Sounds like a plan.”

He heads towards the entryway, grabbing his jacket. He looks back at you, a smile still lingering on his lips.

“Don’t worry, filming shouldn’t take long today. I’ll be home before you know it.”

The butterflies in your stomach flutter with his words.

“Okay, I’ll see you later,” you reply, eyes droopy with morning grogginess and love.

The door clicks shut behind him, you watch a moment longer. Your eyes trace over the knob, down the mysterious crack in the wood, and watch his shadowy steps fade away. A sudden uneasiness creeps in, filling your gut with a syrupy ache. The butterflies no longer flutter, their wings cut, leaving you with a heavy feeling in their place.

You try to shake it off, but the feeling lingers, the knot in your stomach tightening with each tick of the clock. Hour after hour, minute after minute, you try to distract yourself with meaningless chores. You go grab things for dinner, the hustle and bustle of the store creating a dull hum over the pit in your stomach. A weak balm that doesn’t last the second you step through the apartment door again.

Night falls, groceries left forgotten on the counter. Seconds tick by painfully slow, each one a reminder of his absence. You can’t shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong.

Joseph doesn’t return that night, or any night after that.

[bondagebimbo]

the webcam that a follower ordered for me to replace whatever the fuck happened with my old one came in and I can stream me fucking around in WoW battlegrounds again 😌😌😌

but I don’t know if that’ll be tonight or not. I’m kinda in a funk at the moment and I’m honestly just going to fuck myself senseless and smoke myself into a better mood or at least until I’m numb and don’t feel shit anymore LMAO because 💀

[shifthours]

I know it's not great but HEAR ME OUT this song has been living in my BRAIN in regards to them I HAD TO MAKE SMTH WITH IT

[tinta--branca--art]

I took my sweet time playing through @diasporatheblog these past few months and finally brought myself to finish it yesterday (so sad it's over sobs)

[brown-little-robin]

I need to sleep for 70 hours and then maybe I'll feel not evil again

[catscidr]

chucks this dottore x y/n art like a smoke grenade and runs in the opposite direction like the cop in cloudy with a chance of meatballs

[mayviespa]

its 2 am rn and im thinking about that time a teacher referred to my transmasc friend as 'she' and my dumbass said 'SHE goes by he/him pronouns' and i wanted to kms

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

At this point I've been prioritizing asks over my own ideas for so long that my post ideas list is starting to just be words that confuse me. What did I mean? What elaborate post was this going to be? I used to know.

[wanderingmind867]

There's pretty much only two things I never tell my dad about: the fact that I have 13,000+ posts here, and the fact that I'm aegosexual. I tell him pretty much everything else. I'm super dependent for him, since he's like my only friend in real life. I need him to help me run my baths, cook, make my bed, etc. He's also the only one who tolerates my violent anger issues and meltdowns. He's my best friend and closest confidant, and I can't imagine life without him. That being said, I still can't manage to work up the nerve to tell him about all of my posts on here. Or about my sexuality.

The sexuality one makes sense, to me. I just feel embarrassed even thinking about stuff like that. So although I'm aegosexual, I don't really want to have to tell anyone in person. And I don't tell him about my posts here for stupid reasons! I just feel like admitting to having 13,000+ posts on here is tantamount to admitting I lied to him for two to three years! Is that really true? Probably not. But my brain guilts me, and makes me keep my mouth shut whenever I even think about telling him. I sometimes want to tell him, but my nerves won't let me do it. I hate my brain for causing things like this.

[puppyeared]

adhd comix

[twilighthomunculus]

Innocent until proven guilty

[skyward-floored]

Problem with being anxious about Thing is that the rest of the family is excited for Thing so it's constantly being brought up and literally being counted down to and every mention of it makes me want to be sick actually