#give me a shoulder to cry on

[curiouschild]

Sometimes I think of Marjorie and just.. have to sit in it

[a-stars-art-blog]

Finished the wips from yesterday

[n4rval]

HI I love your profile pic hsdhfjhg... big hand... liddle face... very good and cute. brings a smile to me in these trying times ;w;

(picture for future reference on this post)

hi freak i missed you!! 👋🎊

the trying times are sure A Trial. this is why i have commited to the duty of becoming the gaster girl from tumblr who only ever draws and writes for this one character

[rawliverandgoronspice]

behold: my least favorite string of words in the entirety of Tears of the Kingdom.

[seagull-scribbles]

If I don’t survive the night,

If I make it to the morning-

[feyriejane]

yall don't know platonic yearning like I do 😤

[amidnightqueery]

I don't hate my job or anything, but man, being a float educator is so fucking thankless

[flying-cat]

Anyway on another note I cannot explain to you just how Severely disappointed I will be if bnha ends with a confession ending. I hate confession endings outside of romance manga 😀

+big ass rant in the tags

[robinyourcreator]

mentors! teachers! librarians! old ladies you see at the grocery or the knitting shop once in a while! middle aged men who are regulars at the same hardware store! the teenagers who come to the local game shops board game events and THEIR little siblings!

do you believe you dont share common humanity with any of these people?????

or do you have bizarre ideas gatekeeping the "sanctity" of friendship limiting it to only people you could have gone to high school with???

"what do a 19 and a 28 year old even have in common"

WE ARE ON THIS BIG BEAUTIFUL BLUE EARTH AT THE SAME TIME, ENJOYING THE GLORIOUS EXPERIMENT THAT IS HUMANITY, GOOD SIR!!!!!

this isnt even about dating-- like fuck no you couldnt PAY me to date someone in their early twenties NOW!!! but this is how we're being about FRIENDSHIP??????

[gophergal]

Watched Defenders of the Realm with @cursed--alien today and realized that they gave Sub-Zero hips that do not lie. And the way they draw his costume makes his pants look like thigh high boots. So behold, The Thiccckening

[darabeatha]

ㅤㅤoddly specific Ody icons I have

[merildae]

A hug would fix so many of my problems rn

[mycological-mariner]

My bff is so fucking funny, I need to study him. Dude just started reading more about the crew of the Terra Nova, found out about Jessamine, says he read that (apparently, I couldn’t find where he got this) Scott once referred to Deb as “she” and immediately followed this up with “It was the morning after. At least he got some before he died!” And I’ve just been running that back and forth inside my brain for a week

[astridthevalkyrie]

everything you see ab being the oldest daughter is true btw why am i the family therapist AND punching bag smh

long ass depressing rant in the tags srry i got a wee bit emotional

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

You'll change your name and change your mind (but you can't leave this fucked up place behind)

(Prompt #20: EMOTIONAL ANGST | Shoulder to Cry On | Giving Permission to Die | "It's not your fault.")

Notes: Well, I know October ended up like... A few days ago, but I had this one half-written and needed to get it out.

Settled in tl0, around their 6th year of elementary school (so before the katana incident). It's just pure pain and bajiharu friendship being precious and everything as usual.

I have one last prompt to post that it's already written by I deemed it should be the last one, so stay tuned because probably it would happen tomorrow!

Warnings: Pure emotional angst (yeah, checks) and grieving together. Oh, it hurts until the end bc we know what is coming, but they have some comfort along the way, yuhuuu!

“...It was freaking amazing, we definitely need to go to the new ice-cream parlor together once you’re out of here.”

This had been their new normal for the past three years, visiting Mikey together and explaining everything that was happening in their lives — making sure their friend was still a part of it, that he had a place to come back. Lately, only Haruchiyo kept rambling to him while Baji stayed in silence with a weird expression.

“Stop it.”

“What the hell? Why are you angry this time?” 

Deep down, Haruchiyo knew the serious tone in his friend’s voice wasn’t exactly anger — no, it was something far worse, something he refused to acknowledge. The profound sigh he got as an answer only made him more anxious, and the fact Baji seemed to be choosing his next words? Thousand times worse.

No, his childhood friend had never been the type to think before talking — or acting — something was clearly wrong, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know.

“You need to let him go, Haru.”

If this had been anyone else, Haruchiyo would have tried to rip their tongue and make them swallow along with the words that should’ve never been said — or maybe he would’ve thrown everything he could at them, like he did when Takeomi dared to imply he spent too much time inside this hospital. 

But it was Baji, the only one who understood his pain — or the one who used to understand at least — so, instead, he clenched his fists until his knuckles went white. 

“Is this the type of bullshit your new therapist tells you?” He spat his words, filled with all the venom he could muster. It was unfair and Haruchiyo knew it, his friend had never made any mean comment about the pills he needed to take to be able to sleep — to be able to breathe.

“Fuck off, I swear in moments like these I miss the times when you were unable to talk back.”

The dry bark only added to his anger. Until he understood the words. Haruchiyo deflated and started to fidget with his sleeve, a welcomed distraction from the sudden wave of sadness.

“I miss those times too, every fucking day.” He couldn’t look at Baji’s face for his next words, afraid of the possible confirmation he could find there. “You don’t have to keep coming if that’s what this is about, alright?”

“Like hell I’d leave you alone, idiot.”

“You won’t?”

Whatever Baji heard in his whisper — vulnerability sneaking into his voice — made him stand up and sit down next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and ruffling his hair. Haruchiyo huffed, but couldn’t help leaning onto the affectionate touch, relieved to discover he was the same annoying idiot as always.

They stayed like that for a while, the silence felt less charged now — or maybe it was him, who could breathe better now that he knew Baji wouldn’t abandon him too. For a moment, Haruchiyo was starting to forget why they even fought, until his friend spoke again.

“I can’t stop thinking…” Bad sign again, even if this time his voice was softer, sadness mixed with the obvious concern. “...if I was him, I couldn’t part knowing you and Mikey still need me here.”

“Good, you shouldn’t.” 

That was the wrong answer, judging by the way Baji’s body tensed up next to him. Honestly, what was he expecting? Haruchiyo hated this topic and its implications. Why were they talking about this? Mikey was here with them — alive. 

“What if he’s suffering? What if…?” 

The way Baji’s voice cracked, broke something inside of him. Without thinking, he searched for his friend’s hand, squeezing it as much as he could — maybe this way they could pretend both of their tears were due to physical pain. 

“The doctors said he wasn’t in pain.” 

It didn’t sound convincing, at all. All those doctors and nurses said a lot of bullshit that already proved to be wrong, but what else could he say? He hated how much sense Baji’s words had, he hated it, he hated it! 

Because he was too selfish to put Mikey’s well-being first, wasn’t he? A sob rocketed his body, startling both of them and earning another strong squeeze in return.

“I don’t want him to go, Kei… I can’t, I can’t do that, I’m not strong like you or Mikey, I don’t… I can’t.”

It was his fault, wasn’t it? That Mikey still had to worry about them. Haruchiyo was too weak to be left alone, unable to be the one taking care of his friends, protecting them.

“Me neither.” The whisper was so low, that he almost missed it between his own whimpers. “But if he…” He could tell why Baji paused, the word none of them wanted to say out loud. “If he leaves, we’ll be okay.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Shut up.” Another squeeze. “We’re going to stick together, so of course we’ll be alright, dumbass.”

This time, he could tell Baji wasn’t talking only to him — it was too damn obvious in the intense glance he sent towards Mikey. Haruchiyo could only nod in silence, before hiding his face on the other boy’s shoulder, hiding like the coward he was. 

Who knew, maybe Baji was right and as long as they were together, everything would be fine in the end. At least they had each other, right?

(I hurt myself while writing it too, I swear it)

[everdreamtree]

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