#didn’t know how to open the DOOR

[catzgam3rz]

The only context you get for this is my uncle once forgot my grandma in his Tesla at an Olive Garden family dinner

[flowercrowngods]

making a real post for @rvspecter pls bear with me

anyway harvey hurt fic where after mike is busted and given a second chance at life (or a third, really) and pearson specter litt seizes the chance to instate a pro bono department mike is heading because he wants to get it right this time and harvey will do just about anything to keep him, these two men finally mention this Thing between them and decide to give it a try. and it’s good. it’s fragile and it’s tentative and it’s gentle and it’s the same as it’s always been but with more tenderness, more honesty, more vulnerability (and more sex of course) and it’s good. against all odds, it’s so good.

but then one day, long after hours, donna approaches harvey in his office and her eyes are shining, but it’s not a glow harvey is used to — he never wants to get used to donna’s eyes filled with tears so he asks her what’s wrong, but he’s not ready for the answer. because she tells him she can’t work for him anymore. she tells him she’s leaving him — to work for louis at first, maybe to quit altogether. the fact do the matter is she can’t be the Donna to his Harvey anymore because she’s in love with him and she thought she had it under control but she doesn’t, okay, she doesn’t and it hurts and she wants to be happy for him and mike because they’re so good but all this time she’d never thought that harvey would ever find someone real, and now that he has, well. she can’t pretend anymore that it doesn’t tear her up inside and she doesn’t want to put that on any of them so she’s doing the mature thing and leaving. to heal. to get over him. to come back stronger.

and she’s so, so sorry.

they listen to gordon one last time, they toast to thirteen years one last time — her words, not his, but they drive a knife into his heart nonetheless because harvey doesn’t do one last-anything and yet here sits his best friend and asks for one last night together and who is he but to give her everything she wants and more. she’s his donna — still, tonight; one last night. she is.

he doesn’t tell mike that night. couldn’t, even if he wanted to; because he doesn’t have the words. but in the secure hold of mike’s arms, he says “donna won’t be working for me anymore, starting tomorrow.” and he doesn’t mention how that means that donna went to jessica and louis first, he doesn’t mention that he was the last to know, he doesn’t explain how he wasn’t given a chance to fix this — not this time. “donna quit?” mike asks, and harvey swallows, shakes his head, shrugs. “just me,” he says. “just me.” and when mike pulls him closer and holds him tighter and tells him “i’m so sorry, harvey,” it’s the first i’m sorry that night that he believes.

unfortunately, sorry never fixed anything.

especially when soon after, mike finds out just why donna left. and he gets all up in his head about it, he allows himself to spiral because he’s so ready to succumb to tunnel vision and obsessing over solutions to problems that aren’t his to fix. and so he tells harvey that he can’t be the thing that comes between him and donna. they’re soulmates after all, mike can’t bear to be the one to sever their bond. harvey doesn’t understand. he’s the one who’s supposed to lose his mind over having lost his best friend and pretend like everything is okay, what right does mike have to make that about himself, to take it upon himself to fix everything when harvey’s the fixer, harvey is the one who solves problems and protects people. but mike won’t hear any of that and tells harvey that he can’t do it like this if it means hurting donna because she’s his best friend, too, and he wants to get it right this time. he doesn’t want to build this new life on decisions that hurt his people — not again. he’s hurt enough people, he can’t keep doing it.

harvey wants to ask him why he’s always so ready to protect everyone at his expense. isn’t this thing between them, their relationship, isn’t it meant to stop them from hurting each other? why is it okay to hurt harvey, but not to hurt donna?

he doesn’t ask any of that, only tells him that they’re not in high school, and that they’re either doing this or not, but he refuses to base their relationship on whether or not his best friend is okay with seeing him happy or not. “you’re either in this with me, mike, or you’re out. that hasn’t changed, and it won’t, because donna will get over it and everything will be back to normal before you know it.”

“you don’t know that.”

“yes i do, because we’re grown-ups and we get over things.”

famous last words, it turns out, because mike just slowly shakes his head, agonising over this and not thinking, clearly not thinking when he says, “i’m sorry, harvey. i can’t to this; not like this.”

and all he can do is watch mike’s back as he all but runs from him, dragging his heart behind him, through the dirt, uncaring as bits and pieces of it chip off with every step mike takes, with every second that passes and allows the words i can’t and i’m sorry, harvey echo in the hollow of his chest.

we’re grown-ups. we get over things. well, tough fucking luck.

and this is how harvey loses the two most important people in his life in the matter of a week. before he knows it, he’s alone, left to fend for himself and hollowed out. his walls are broken down, deconstructed piece by piece by carefully, gentle hands to reveal what’s underneath — only for the hands to retreat, letting in the icy cold and accepting what’s inside to wither and die.

there’s a reason harvey specter makes his own luck; the universe isn’t very forthcoming otherwise. a fact that is proven when he finds a stranger outside his building when all he wants is to curl up and breathe through the cracks of his broken hearts that have pierced his lungs, they must have, surely they must have, because he can’t breathe. and he doesn’t learn how to breathe again when the woman — a kid, really, merely twenty-five — reveals that she’s his half sister. because it turns out the reason lily specter was so ready to up and leave all those years ago; the reason she didn’t fight for her family and instead blamed it all on harvey, was because she was pregnant. and she lied about it — for twenty-six years.

amelia selene specter is the little sister harvey has always wished for — but cancer is a curse that rests on the specter family, and while marcus got lucky twice, selene isn’t. she didn’t have the money for medical resources, and it’s eating harvey alive that he didn’t know, that there was no way for him to help her and that there’s no way now.

but there is. because selene has two kids, seven and four, and she needs his help because they can’t get lost in the system, they can’t live with total strangers or be separated because the system doesn’t actually care about children, they only care about not feeling guilty. and she won’t ask lily. these two angels must be kept from her at all costs because she ruined two families already, she won’t ruin this one.

and harvey is obsessed with the thought of more family, he needs to take care of and be there for someone and he’s ready to take on the world to protect his niece and nephew — but he’s not warm, he’s not available, he’s not even at home most of the time, nor is his place suitable for kids.

he agrees to take them in and find a solution though. he promises selene that he’ll be there for them. he’ll always be there. and when he gets to meet them — a few days before his sister dies way too young, way too alive for something like death to not rip him apart entirely — he gets attached instantly and vows to himself and to selene that nothing will happen to them as long as he’s there.

even though harvey just lost his family — the one he chose, the one he was born into, and the one he never got to meet. even though harvey’s entire world was deconstructed with no one around to put it back together. even though he doesn’t know how, because evidently he got it wrong every single time, harvey gets to build a new family with these kids. and though it tears him up inside, it heals something inside him too — and sometimes they balance each other out, and he can breathe again for just a little while as he reads to charlotte because she’s feisty and afraid of nightmares and not listening when he says she’ll be tired in the morning because “i’m tired in the morning anyway, but now i wanna read” and he trades her going to bed for a bedtime story, and she falls asleep with her face pressed into his side.

it’s so frail, though, so fragile, this little family, and he knows what it’s like when everything breaks. he knows what it’s like to lose one’s family — over and over and over again. and he’s terrified that he’s building himself back up the wrong way. he’s terrified because there’s no one keeping him together but both his hands are occupied holding these children that cry for their mama.

he’s terrified because he’s not supposed to be doing this alone. but everyone else has made their choice and he, as always, is just there to bear the consequences and try to turn it into a win.

one day, he will. he has to. and one day, he’s not alone anymore.

[imagionationstation]

Hmmm. Actually, the Mikey-is-abused fans might be onto something

No, no, hear me out.

We all know how they don’t listen to him, right? And how they don’t respect his feelings? Check this out-

Seriously, he cries out ONCE and suddenly that gives them permission to barge into his room and start demanding about his health? ALL of them? Is that even necessary?

I mean, come ON, Leo. Ever heard of knocking?

And then, what, they’re all just going to stand there in relief that he’s unharmed even though he’s clearly telling them about something that they have no recollection of as he sits tucked in his bed?

What reason would they have not to believe him?

What, they just hate him that much that it’s totally unbelievable that this might have happened?

Sure, he’s told them about insane dreams about pirates and rodeo clowns that usually involve them somehow, BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN THAT THAT’S WHAT’S HAPPENING NOW!

Wha- so they’re just going to do the BARE minimum of making sure he’s safe, unharmed, and calm him down by assuring him of all these things and that it was only a dream- then they’re just going to LEAVE!? Seriously!?

Why even enter enter in the first place?!

No wonder Mikey’s become secretly depressed.

He must feel so unloved and unsafe.

[carrionsflower]

[sea-jello]

Day 8/October 8: Travel || Realm || "Where am I?"

hope ya don’t mind i changed it up a bit this was kinda like an experiment/practice thing cause i’ve never done like dark lighting backgrounds and also barely do backgrounds,, so don’t judge it too harshly i had no idea what i was doing

also now i just realised you probably need to turn your brightness up to see jack shit

version with some ghosts that idrk how to do but i put them in anyways

[soulsanctuary]

was so mad at my bus driver today for missing our stop today (despite four of us ringing the bell like pavlov’s fucking dogs) that I yelled at him and then demanded that he reversed back to the bus stop since I’d fractured my toe…. And he did it lmao

[exopelagic]

okay I severely misjudged spaghetti guy he’s actually just really cool

[tariah23]

Had an emergency come up at work 😭

[codgod]

jay is canon bi, gillion is canon ace, and chip is also there 💪

lizzy is also either bi or a lesbian (according to the wiki grizzly never quite decided, but she’s definitely sapphic)

honestly chip being the token straight guy would be kinda funny but also i genuinely just do not think that’s the case LOL like he definitely has a preference for women (unless he’s Compensating) but. my man is not beating the allegations, he’s hardly even trying /silly

[lesbiansanemi]

And when I thought things were finally fine and had calmed down my roommate starts sending me shelters because he wants me to get rid of my cat 🙃🙃🙃

[fingertipsmp3]

Had a dream last night that two of my best friends came to stay with me and also Mabel was alive 🥹

[sunburnacoustic]

Everyone’s like oh I picture everyone on here as their icon! Well now I have to try don’t I

[ahhscheisse]

me: agoraphobia has me by the balls, man, i don’t know why i am so afraid of going places and meeting people lol

my stepdad, 15 minutes ago, swinging the door open like a god damn maniac because my mom and i had to knock on the front door to get inside: ah god, i was about to knock your fucking teeth out. i thought you were someone trying to sell me something.

[so-sick-of-17]

Throwback to that time a lady came into my check-line after 10 and I quickly threw everything in one bag because it fit, it’s better for the environment, and it was the quickest thing to do and I wanted to go home. I proceeded to inform her that everything was in one bag and I ask if that’s okay because I was doing my job. I figured she would get the hint as I was handing her the bag and I was speaking quickly and oh yeah, the store was closed . Instead of being a decent person and taking the bag and leaving or at least grabbing another bag and heading out the door to do it herself, she asked me to re-bag everything for her. Get the fuck out! The store closed 10 minutes ago and my shift ended then too. I still have to close down my lane by and then somebody else is going to have to close the register. I got out at a little after 10:30 that night. That’s not a huge deal but I had people waiting for me. And I was tired.

Whoever needs to hear this. Please know.

"Closed at 6pm" does not mean "The entry door locks up at 6, but if you're already inside you can keep on shopping."

It means, "you should be finished and out of the store at 6pm."

This is not up for debate

This is just how things work

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

Every time I see anything about Europeans not having screens on their windows I remember that one post “this is why you got the plague”. I cannot read anything about Europe and window screens without remembering that post, and honestly, I am still confused as to why people there don’t have screens

[ssecond-hand-faith]

Waiting