#feels insane to say it out loud……..

[delicatepoets]

down bad for a man who DOESN’T WANT ME !!!!!!!

[alwayslostinfiction]

I'm sorry but I have to repeat it again:

"appreciate YOU, buck"

He said YOU, not it, YOU.

He's not talking about buck helping him in that specific moment, he's talking about buck IN GENERAL.

And he says it OUT LOUD. To buck and himself.

I know as an audience we know that. Hell- they know it too.

He's shown it over and over again across the seasons.

But he's never actually said it out loud THIS DIRECTLY.

No reading between the lines, no big gestures, just a plain, casual, undeniable "appreciate YOU".

[obibail]

"He said that's your style. Never quite lies, clever half-truths that let you convince yourself you're doing the right thing."

[usertoxicyaoi]

"I know I shouldn't like this. But, before I knew it, my mind was a mess. I lost control. It's your fault."

TAIKAN YOHOU (2023). Episode 2 -> Episode 8.

[jessmalia]

Mal's Avatar: The Last Airbender rewatch: The beach 3.05

[mwagneto]

also did noone look up how to pronounce tóth. they pronounce istván perfectly and then go istván TOFFF like girl noooo😭 it's tót the h is just an ancient spelling thing... same t both times.... also fun fact tót is a hungarian ethnic group which became a common last name for ppl that belonged to it and afaict jános also happens to be a tót lmaoo

[thefabelmans2022]

i'm about to say something insane and i need you all to be nice about it.

[novelconcepts]

“Stop posting sentimental shit about Van Palmer, Liv Hewson, and Lauren Ambrose,” I tell myself sternly.

“Oh, go on, just one more,” I reply as I tap out yet another Instagram comment.

[hinamie]

it happens every now and then but it's always such a pleasant surprise when i realize i'm actually rly happy with my art and where i am skill-wise

[coconut-cluster]

hello all I just wanted to pop in and say I am in fact writing chapter 5 of Crowns and Cutlasses, I didn’t just dip after posting the notes lol but I WON A FULBRIGHT so i have been busy and insane

[widevibratobitch]

fucking OURGHHHHy

[mariemariemaria]

my father has apologised

[unopenablebox]

ugh i'm trying not to be a dick to my mom, who suffers enough. but i cannot believe she's decided to go in on "desecrating flags is a bad look for anyone" re: the student protests like a) that's obviously not the principle you're actually using to decide who and what to criticize here b) it's not desecrating a flag to take it down and replace it with another flag c) every time my parents say shit like this it makes me feel like maybe i alone retain memories of my family's beliefs and experiences during the bush administration, which is bad because i was like six at the time

[radlegowaffle]

now that we have our own lil housing system, sky should implement a mail or letter system

[nyt1ba]

     It all seems like a the work of imagination,   a dream that quickly shifted to nightmare,   a prison of the mind never to be free from.   He spent many years in reflection,   remorseful for the villainy disguised in the name of innovation,   the fatality of idealism he remains guilty of that had cost him all that he held dear.   Man was an avaricious creature,   never content with what is,   always reaching far beyond the sun.   A past laden with many mistakes seems more like a memory to him than a life lived   &.   lost,   faces forgotten,   past joys turned bitter,   the vast void that occupies the heart is the needed proof against all the lies wrapped around him and this world.   He had long since accepted his reality,   for self crafted hopes and illusions do but little to sooth,   it all fades in the light and he's left with the truth,   bold,   ugly,   merciless.   He allows it to sink into him and intermingle with flesh and bone,   to eat him whole so he may never dare to turn his back from it again.   Sincere intentions had no relevance when he's bound by failure,   death is the only fruit of his labors,   it haunts him still,   a token of loss for the eyes to see around every bend.

  No longer a memory now,   real and tangible,   the stench of war invites itself back to his senses,   the calm after a storm colors this rare serenity with a deathly pallor.   The nest had often been his port in the midst of turmoil,   a refuge from the agony that plagues his mind so relentlessly.   He can't grant himself that peace of mind of those slumbering near him,   preserved in a false safety until the world can embrace his kind once more.   Distant even where he belonged,   the fog of the hive mind had not yet released him from its grasp,   a sense of detachment he surrenders to in solitude,   weary of putting on an act of forgotten humanity.   Dark hues vacantly observe the light dancing before his vision,   it feels as though it was slipping from him,   a distinct emptiness to be felt after such rage.   Mother Sphere was relentless,   using her new advantage with the collation to tire him until he wouldn't be able to fight back anymore.   He dreads to admit it,   but she came close today if he hadn't retaliated so viciously,   a response that had only served to fulfill her objective,   the next wave will surely come sooner than those before it.   If this kept going he doubts there would be anything left to rebuild,   for humans or the Andro-Eidos,   would this be a suitable end to all suffering ?   Or is it just the beginning for a new form of decay ?

     sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb … ♥️

  Tender touch carried with it a warmth he'd often shrink away from,   a kindness underserved he purposely denied himself from until the mere thought of it would make his skin crawl.   One would think the feeling of the cold   &.   metallic would only repulse him further but he holds onto it,   familiar with every screw and bolt of her beloved hand.   Bloodied fingers stain one other as they intertwine,   wearing their medals of remorse without fear around the another.   Without a word,   he pulls her closer into an embrace,   no longer able to bear this distance forced upon them.   It's only then that he breathed,   shoulders and wings slacking to be finally freed from tension.   It's unjust of him to allow weariness to show when she too was worn to the bone,   but he fears he can't carry himself as he always had at the moment.        ❛❛   It's pointless   ...   I've always known.   Humanity can't be restored to what it once was.   My family   ...   my friends   ...   they're all gone.   ❜❜        melancholy bleeds through a weary voice,   a finality he had understood decades ago but could never bring himself to admit it.   He doesn't seek atonement for finally confessing the truth,   for he had been the one solely responsible for their demise,   it was merely giving this unspoken grief a voice after many years of silence,   knowing it would be in safe hands,   the only ones he trusts more than his own,   even if similarly stained.   He sighed,   leaning against her shoulder as she sat by him to allow himself a moment's rest.        ❛❛   But I can't give up   ...   I won't.   All their sacrifice,   it can't be for nothing.   ❜❜

@stilettaux // some depression as a treat

[amelia-mariee]

(rant post sorry)

don’t mean to bring down the vibe but when i started high school, i didn’t think i’d make any friends, and then i did and they’re the best group i’ve ever been in. and when i first realized that a friend group was being formed, i decided to not get attached because i knew that when this ended we’d all move away from each other. but you obviously can’t decide who you get attached to. and i’ve spent basically every day with these people for 3 years, but when we hang out now it feels like we just met. and it feels like we didn’t get enough time. i’m having trouble enjoying a lot of our time together because my brain just keeps repeating the thoughts of moving away over and over again. i’m suddenly so scared to graduate and everyone else is counting down the days but i just cant bring myself to. because i don’t need a reminder that i have 2 months left. things will change and we may see each other again but it will never be the same. and i don’t want to complain about how good i had it because i know so many people don’t have friendships as strong as i do, and that makes me very lucky. i’m just so sad it’s almost over. it might feel like we didn’t get enough time, but the reality of it is that we had a lot of time. and we spent most of it complaining and saying we wanted to go home.