#crying and sobbing in the corner

[jester-w-n0n4m3]

I wanna draw that slasher au of sun and moon so badly but I don't wanna mess it up cuz my art style is thousands of miles far from the creator of the au artstyle @/wyervan and I don't wanna do the sillies or my potential oc idk I haven't decided fully dirty 😭😭

[mydairpercabeth]

just saw the most heartbreaking annabeth take from ep 3

[attleboy]

[coughs this up like a hairball] it's an angst!! sorry that i made her suffer. you know i had to do it to em

[astraeajackson]

me when odysseus fought in the war for 10 years, helped come up with the final plan that ultimately defeated the trojans, spent another 3 years at sea sailing through hell, battling gods and monsters, and losing men he had once called comrades, only to spend the next 7 years trapped with a goddess who wouldn't let him go, and FINALLY made it home after 20 years of hardship... ALL for his wife and son...

and some men out here can't even remember their wedding anniversaries. pathetic

[fairydrowning]

It is in the nature of human that we outgrow something. We outgrow the things or person we cherished the most in our lives. And we start outgrowing things from our childhood and this porcess continues till our death. You may sometimes feel an attachment to that person or thing but not like that.

[kinaesthetiqueer]

"Spread across the comforter are their film strips from the photo corner at the dance... A full size picture of the four of them signing their team letter to the camera with huge smiles on their faces."

On the Run from Tomorrow, ch. 17

Last chap's up. I am getting so horribly emotional trying to write a note here, so just...

JNPR 💛🧡❤️💚 Forever

[dozyrogue]

ITHACA SAGA I LOVE YOU

We finally get to see penelope LIKE THE REAL HER!!! NOT WHATEVER ODY THINKS ABOUT HER OR THR SIRENS MIMICKING HER BUT HER.

IM SORRY HOLD THEN DOWN MAKES MY SKIN CRAWL

ODYSSEUS????? THE ARROWS MAKE ME CRAZYYYYY THE ARROWS LITERALLY JAW ON THE FLOOR

I CANT HELP BUT WONDER,, TELEMACHUS FINALLY MEETS HIS DAD HEEELLLLPPP, ATHENA COMING BACK AN SAYING THINGS COULD BE GOOD AN DIFFERENT. ODDY AGREEING AN BASICALLY WISHING SHE GETS TO SEE IT.

PENELOPE!!!!!!!!! ODYSSEUS SAYING HES NOT THE MAN FROM BEFORE AN HES DIFFERENT AN ASKING IF SHE WOULD STILL LOVE HIM???? AAAAAA PENELOPE ASKING TO GET RID OF THEIR BED AND ODY JUST NOT HAVING IT

“I don’t care how, where, or when no matter how long it’s been you’re mine don’t tell me you’re not the same person you’re always my husband and I’ve been waiting, waiting.”

IM SICK, SHE REALLY SAID U CANT GET RID OF MEEEE OOOOOHHHHHHH IN SICK.

like hoe did u just shoot me??? On Christmas???

[russellius]

the babies' favourite 💕

[unfortunately-lilith]

if life gets any worse I’m reawakening my C.ai addiction

[lovesickeros]

can.. can I ask for an affectionate reader with characters who aren’t normally like… used to the love? like, not just through words but physical affection like hand-holding, kisses, hugs, all that shebang. probably with a few people like yelan, ei, basically any character that is either cut-off from society or seems socially distant or isolated. 😞

☆ affectionate reader with yelan, ei, & furina

[ 4.2 Archon Quest spoilers ]

× yelan

Varies between how you display your affection, to be honest. Just like being affectionate with people? She's cool with it as long as you don't pop by while she's working (mostly because she'll end up dragging you into it for a bit of fun). I don't think she's all that touchy feely herself, but she'll absolutely get you gifts instead– like pretty knick nacks? She'll make sure to snag any she thinks you might like. Like a good meal? Sure, she'll take you out to one of the restaurants in the city, doesn't matter how expensive. Her treat. If you do prefer physical gifts rather then being taken out, you'll eventually get used to the random unmarked letters and packages showing up where your staying pretty often. It's obvious to know who it came from even if she never signs anything.

Flirty reader, though? Whole nother can of worms and now it's a challenge. The more confident you are the more interested she is. The other acolytes would absolutely seethe at the idea but she has no hesitation at just straight up flirting back– she's as charismatic as they come and she's got a poker face that's basically impenetrable. She'll probably also make a bet to see who cracks first (she always wins, unsurprisingly). Probably won't get dragged into any of her schemes this way but if you ask politely maybe she'll consider it, anyway.

The smell of freshly brewed tea and the clatter of dice across wood was a common sight at the Yanshang Teahouse– less common was the woman secluded in the far corner, her lips pulled into a grin that flashed fangs and a look that would scare off the most confident of men.

She'd normally try to scope out any new blood that'd made the mistake of stepping into her teahouse and was equally stupid enough to accept a gamble against her just for the thrill of it, but she was far too absorbed in the warm body at her side, one of her die clasped tightly in their hand as she guided them through the motions– they had a knack for it, she had to admit. The thought made her preen, the clatter of the die as it rolled across the table giving her that subtle, familiar rush.

Even if she knew exactly where it'd land.

"Six. Hm, maybe you're just lucky," She muses, plucking the die from the table and holding it up to her eye like a prized jewel, "Or maybe you're not as innocent as you'd have us believe." There's a sharp glint in her eyes at the prospect, but everyone else has the sense to keep their heads down and their words to themselves as she tosses the die herself.

"So why don't we find out and make a bet, just between you and me?"

× ei

Varies between Ei and the Shogun, because you'll probably be seeing either as much as the other. Sometimes you gotta really squint to tell who it is sometimes, but you get used to it. Both are fairly similar, though, in that their first instinct (especially in public) is to tense up like you're about to attack them or something. Difference is Ei eventually relaxes after a solid minute of trying to process your sudden affection and, if no one else is around, she might even reciprocate. Just don't tease her for being a little stiff and awkward about it, she's trying. That's what happens when your only company is a robot and uh. Nothing. For like 500 years. She's trying. Raiden, on the other hand, is just about as awkward as you can imagine. She's polite (blunt) about it because Ei is fond of you and also you are. The Creator. But she's not really built to deal with personal relationships and so she doesn't know how to deal with affection.

..Depending on what you do you may or may not blue screen Ei hard enough that she retreats back to PoE

Ei usually isn't fond of sitting still, unless it's to meditate. At least then she goes in with a purpose, something to achieve– but now, she's just focused on trying not to make a fool of herself. Her muscles are starting to ache from how hard she's tensing, though, in an effort to sit as straight and still as possible as their hands glide through her hair, weaving it into a single braid.

She can just barely hear the subtle lilt of their voice as they hum– and though it is soothing, it is also..very distracting. She can't focus long enough to try and meditate, too lost in the gentle rise and fall of their voice and the care they take to braid her hair. If she'd had a heart, she'd sure it'd be beating so wildly against her ribcage they could hear it.

But then it stops– their hands fall back to their sides and their humming falters. She freezes, too, racking her brain for any slights she must have committed. Instead, she is met with a calm, tender touch on the back of her neck, making her inhale sharply.

"Am I making you uncomfortable, Ei? You're so tense.." She has to grit her teeth to stop herself from bowing so low her head presses against the ground, her hands folded in her lap, clenching instinctively. "..No, Divine One." She answers simply, trying to contain the adoration swelling in her chest.

Yet as much as she tries to relax, to ease their worries, she finds that she cannot.

"Hm." That small murmur, a simple sound that nearly made her jump, was the only warning she got before they scooted closer, wrapping their arms around her stomach and resting their chin on her shoulder with a grin she would liken to Miko's, if she dared to make such a comparison. "Really?"

She swears she must've been feverish at the affection, lightheaded and dazed until she thought she might simply perish at the brush of their hands against her own.

Much to her embarrassment, however, she doesn't realize she's instinctively pulled back into Plane of Euthymia until she sees the familiar dull purples engulf her vision once again.

Though only a small solace, it seemed a little..brighter, this time.

× furina

Varies between pre 4.2 and post 4.2 archon quests to be honest.

Pre 4.2 she comes off as very vain– of course the most Divine would see fit to spoil her with affection! She deserves it, and is obviously their favorite! Just don't look too hard because she's terrible at hiding how flustered she actually is. Absolutely goes home right after and screams into her pillow for at least thirty minutes minimum.

Post 4.2 she's a lot more openly bashful and flustered. She's really not used to affection and even the smallest show of it has her folding immediately. Now that she doesn't need to worry about being found out she's a lot more receptive to affection. Cup her cheeks and compliment her and her knees are buckling. Like. Especially weak for compliments and praise (she deserves it. please spoil her).

She swears she must be hallucinating– she had been having trouble sleeping recently. But..no. The visage of the Creator was as real as the sweat beading on her brow as she stared at them for a long, awkward moment. Should..she let them in? But then they'd see the pathetic state she was in, and the last thing she wanted to do was make a fool of herself in front of them-!

Her choice was quickly made for her, anyway, as she let out an undignified squeak of surprise when they suddenly tugged her forward into their chest, enclosing her in a hug.

Her first reaction was to freeze– her second was becoming absolutely flustered, her cheeks flushing a soft pink and her mouth closing and opening as she tried to find her words.

"I– ah..um." She stumbled over her words instead, floundering like a fish out of water. Yet she felt a distinct sense of emptiness wash over her when they finally pulled back, looking a touch sheepish. "Sorry, sorry– you just looked like you needed a hug."

The silence spoke for itself, her shoulders tensing slightly. But the way the concern and affection bled through their voice made her waver, her hands trembling as she let out a shaky breath that almost sounded like a sigh.

"It's..It's fine! Fine, I'm fine." She repeated, trying desperately to ignored the way her voice cracked and how hot her face felt– though it was more an attempt to affirm herself that she was not thinking about how warm they felt, how much she..actually enjoyed the hug. She wasn't thinking about it all! Absolutely not!

..Maybe a little.

"Just warn me next time, please?"

[ineffible-chaos]

“I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break.” via Marya Hornbacker

&

“I became bitter and untouchable. I craved affection but even the mere thought of someone caring made my stomach turn.” via @lovey-kun

[sunnymango4]

Sometimes when Nick phisically clocks out from his job as a kindergarden teacher he forgets to mentally clock out as well so sometimes he comes back home to charlie doing an art thing or smt and he looks at it and says with that tone you use with kids ''oh wow charlie, that looks so good, great job, someone earned a sticker'' and he'll give him a golden star sticker and charlie will just be like ''im a grown ass man but thanks'' and burst out laughing while taking the sticker.

C: *is coocking*

N: wow, good job on the cooking, but i think you took the wrong knife, how about you give me the big, sharp knife and use the safer knives we have in your cooking room? (The kids in his kindy have a kid safe cooking room for making simple foods and learning to cook and clean)

C: *looks at him then puts his face in his hands and lets out a chocked laugh sob*

N: *realisation*

N: oh my god i am so sorry

C: *while sob laughing* you are such a fucking idiot, you dumbass *laughter*

N: you know what ill go get the apolagy ball (a ball he has in kindy where to apolagise to someone you have to say 'im sorry' and throw it at them then they say what made them mad and you say why you're sorry)

C: *still holding the knife and laughing* we dont HAVE an apolagy ball

N: *embareced* can you just stab me? I think it'll just be better if you do

-

C: *swears*

N: now Charlie, we cant talk like that to our fellow classmates now can we? Go to the time out zone until you learn your-

C: what fucking classmates, i was cursing at the table. Im 26!

N: oh

*cue histerical laughter from Charlie*

[sirenofstyxx]

ARCANE S2 SPOILER BELOW THE CUT

This image is going to make me SICK

[kindred-spirit-93]

I AM GOING TO WEEP

on my 17th relisten or so of hadestown and paris the musical (mostly paris) and i am no longer able to can oh my god. i want to yell and crumble and cry but i really need to go to sleep lol its nearly 1am

[bloodrelationsofheavenandearth]

if i could hold you for a minute (i would do it again)

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | desc; this is me coping with jjk 236

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | pairings; gojo -> x gn!reader

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | mlist

familiarity breeds contempt- or, it would, if the familiarity wasn’t the only thing keeping the contempt away. an ugly shadow, something disfigured and maimed; grief. the apartment is clean, routine still carefully in place, even on a day that feels impossible- days that feel impossible are common, but this one makes all the other impossible days seem ridiculous.

inside this clean space are things out of place- a ‘World’s Best Teacher’ mug sat on the coffee table. an empty packet of strawberry flavoured chewing gum, metallic wrapper crunched and discarded to the side. a broken pair of circular sunglasses rest on the edge of the table, well loved and well worn.

“—said not to, but i just couldn’t resist! so i bought another bag of the frozen berries and I’ll just make room in the freezer!” the voicemail ends, a lilt to the end tone of the voice and a laugh that sounds more like a cackle. the phone in hand beeps, then asks to replay or delete the message.

fingers tap at the screen, pressing a number to play the message again. every movement is mechanical, familiarity bleeding like an open wound, the space staying exactly the same, unchanging. a temporary salve over a gaping wound, stitched together by barbed wire and sealed over with duct tape.

a body sat on a couch, accompanied by the imprint of another; still. just a body, moving through familiar motions or things that had been, but no longer are. the voicemail starts over again.

“hi baby! you didn’t pick up before, so i thought i’d do you the honour of hearing my voice like this instead- isn’t that great? i’m out at the moment—”

and eventually, it ends again too, leaving only silence.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | notes; i feel like i had my kidney cut out with a rusty spork. when did i get so fond of him im actually ill. how do i tell my teachers that i can’t pay attention to the class because i’m grieving over a fictional character. this was very self indulgent & i wanted to do something but i have such low energy rn :’) tldr; gege, when i catch you gege.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ hiebies 2023 ©

[imari4444]

Doodle be upon ye!!! This is for utterly destroying my mental health yesterday :3. Btw im anndy from the server.

Omggggggg!!!! WOOAAAAAAAAAAAA;0000