#don’t worry I’m safe

[bitstitchbitch]

what can I say? I listed to safe and sound a lot today. The “don’t you dare look out your window, darling everything’s on fire” line was a little too literal

[everydaygremlin]

oh boy it’s 5 pm and the horrors are back like you aren’t supposed to be here for another 3 hours at least

[interstellarstorms]

What the actual fuck is wrong with me???

In 3 days I’ll be 700 days self harm clean and I want to relapse so bad for no fucking reason. Except I think there is a reason. Fuck it, tomorrow is a Bad Anniversary. I can’t fucking remember how many years ago that particular attempt was but it was definitely October 3. 2018? 19? Who the hell knows. Certainly not this fuck up memory. I’m a fuck-up among fuck-ups. I deserve to die. I don’t even know where most of this is coming from. I’m so long clean and not even suicidal most of the time. But right now? I want to do graphic gory things to my body and perish in the aftermath. I need to not be at work, I need to be at home, where I can just curl up with my dogs and feel their hearts beat gently against me and match my breathing to theirs. Where I can listen to my comfort music without pause. I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I can’t do this. Help. I’m scared again.

[stuckinapril]

friend wanted to see my tumblr, and when i told him i can’t show it to him bc it’s basically my personal diary he went “oh so I can’t see it but a bunch of strangers on tumblr can??” he literally does not get me. no one will get me like the people in my phone get me

[owlfacenightkit]

Riiiight. I forgot about the gunshots

[heyhanibee]

it’s katara’s turn to be jelly >:(

(sequel to this post)

[the-meme-monarch]

GUYS WHO WOULD HOLD THEIR SIBLING(S) LIKE LUGGAGE I JUST KNOW IT

EDIT: ADDITIONAL GUY ADDED REBLOG THIS VERSION INSTEAD PLEASE

[laurrelise]

alas, i’m nothing but a child

guys i’m dumbassing again

[pluvio-floret]

..Nothing at all?

[fantasticgothicpeachsludge]

Help! I’ve fallen for a rarepair from a show that ended 6 years 1 month and 7 days ago!

And by rarepair I mean there is one singular fic about them where they’re not a side ship or in a collection of smut drabbles

[moonshynecybin]

Hi Callie, hope you're feeling better today, was trying to think of a soft FCO thought yesterday but I fell asleep so back to it today it is.

It doesn't fit with the main timeline I drew forever ago but it goes with something you talked about once so.

Valencia, Marc and Valentino, things finally reaching a good tentative point between them, being told on Thursday that they've done a good job throughout the year and they don't have to see each other during the break and they'll be fine to post about them breaking things off sometimes soon.

Now, scene sometimes during the weekend, can be on Monday for testing as well (very much a detail, anyway).

Can't decide where it happens exactly (paddock, pit lane, etc) but Valentino intercepting Marc while he was walking somewhere (garage, motorhome, etc), grabbing Marc's hand and pulling him close.

Marc's first reflex is to look around to find the cameras, his eyes anywhere but on Valentino until Valentino squeezes his hand, calling for his attention, using his name as well.

"Hm?" Marc turns his head back to Valentino, almost bumping their heads together.

That's where he realizes they're close, Valentino's nose now pressing against his temple, his other hand on Marc's waist.

"Easy," Valentino says, his breath brushing against Marc's cheek, left thumb applying pressure to his stomach, rubbing over the material of Marc's jacket twice.

"I'm not sure it's smart to be all close and cozy right now if we're supposed to break up in a couple of weeks."

Getting the words out is a more painful process than Marc would ever want to admit, his attempt at regaining control of the situation thrusted on him a couple of days ago pretty bad for now.

Valentino tenses up next to him, his recovery quick but not enough for Marc not to notice.

There is a kiss pressed to his temple, soft. And then, Valentino pulling away, squeezing his hand one last time.

"Careful today, I'll see you tonight."

[Debated for way too long whether or not Valentino would also say something along the lines of "Don't be stupid" or "Don't think too much, you're going to hurt yourself" but maybe went the vulnerable wayTM in that one.]

HELPPPP i DO love the idea of this being post vale essentially saying he’ll nuke the relationship by being seen at a club with someone else but it hasn’t happened yet… they both know that they have an expiration date after the race weekend and they’re dreading it but they have this soft little language built between them where they still reach for each other… marc can’t believe he let this happen to him AGAIN so he’s shut down—lashing out but it’s just stating fact— and vale would think the same thing he did in sepang, that marc is looking at him absent minded, like he doesn’t care— but he’s spent enough time with him now to see through it, a bit. not enough to call off the breakup (he wants to be sure marc wants him for HIM and he can not, will not, allow himself to be vulnerable enough to have that convo. yet. we need to torture him some more. maybe they DO break up the fake relationship and marc goes on a date with another guy…..) but enough to still put a hand on his shoulder, his waist… enough to press a soft kiss on his forehead and feel the way marc flinches like he’s been punched…

[thechrispyboi]

As you begin to wake up and see the blue glowing stomach walls around you you feel like you’ve not slept as good in ages… you feel like you don’t want to move, you move to stroke the stomach walls before looking at your arm and realising it seems to be half melted… then you realise what happened last night, when I took you in.

I promised you that I’d help you get an amazing sleep, and I’d hide you from your responsibilities… only in exchange for letting me digest you overnight and reforming you once I was done.

You look down and see the swirling patterns of the soup formed by you in the acid and smile. It’s not even painful in the slightest. You rest your head on my stomach walls and listen to the orchestra of gurgles surrounding you, also listening to my gentle heartbeat soothing you, letting yourself slowly melt away…

Soon enough… your legs… your lower and middle body… heck even your arms… you can’t feel them anymore… all turned into the melty swirling soup below you. All that remains that is mostly solid is your very upper body and your head… then suddenly… the churning stops… the noises mostly quiet down, the gurgles quieten massively but the heartbeat still remains. You look around wondering what’s going on, nudging my stomach walls to get my attention… you attempt to speak but due to being so melty it’s hard to speak, so you instead nudge again.

I reply with a small pat to my belly… and tell you I’m keeping you like that the rest of the day… I promised to give you more time away from your responsibilities, and if you’re melty like that then you definitely won’t be expected to do much…

I gently stroke my belly absent mindedly as I get up and walk, gently sloshing you around, you can’t help but smile.

I really enjoy your company. I can only hope that you enjoy mine just as much. And if anyone asks how you’re doing I’ll just tell them you’re digesting slowly… very slowly… and that my stomachs so slow that you’ll be unavailable for a while

You’re all mine now… or well… for a couple hours or days at least. Free to just relax… and slosh.

[nuppu-nuppu]

Ignore if you don’t want to read about me being stupid once again

[slythereen]

charles: and carlos will be speaking to you

also charles: *does all the talking*

[angelnumber27]

*he spilled my cup of paint water all over everything idk why I said he spilled watercolors I just woke up girls

I literally walked away for two minutes tops to make coffee and came back to his ass sitting on this water color palette and my painting open after spilling my watercolor water all over it

Look at that face. He knows he did something wrong hahahha

[lawhurt]

so something happened.. I can’t say a lot about it because it’s not my story to tell, but another part of me just wants to say it because I’m scared. but I will say that I probably won’t be jumping to write unless my stress is levelled, or I have a minute. I promise it’s a good reason. Idk when things will be normal, but I’m hoping a little adjacent to normalcy will be coming up sooner than later.