#good luck world

[aonokumura]

Our little Atlas with the world on his shoulders, a fire in his heart, and not a thought in his head. Still I'd wager on him before anyone else.

tell my muse what your muse thinks of mine on anon! Anything goes!

🌀 "Eh... what does this mean?" 🐈‍⬛

[idontexist-i-insist]

Why do I still wish you would care? Why do I still wish you wanted me even though I no longer want you?

Maybe I’m just still mad about what we could have had. Maybe I’m mad we built up this idea of this life and you couldn’t even commit to it. And now you’re off having crushes on people and telling me about your feelings about them, already trying to move on to another potential future with another person you won’t commit to. And even knowing that it won’t last it still hurts and I hate that it still hurts.

I wanna not give a single fuck about what you do anymore.

I’m like 85% of the way there, it’s just that last 15%. And fuck you for what you did and what you clearly will continue to do.

I can’t wait till I can find whoever I’m meant for. Because I deserve so much better. And I can’t wait till I’m in a place where I can maybe attempt to find that love that I deserve. Because right now I’ve got no time and I’m too fucked up to trust anyone anyway. But I hope I can find someone that shows me it’s ok to trust them, because they’ll actually be there.

I’m manifesting it : WORLD SEND ME THE PERSON I DESERVE NOW PLEASE; thank you. 🙏

[shotmrmiller]

re: rugby team ghoap

it'd been a one-off, seize-the-moment kind of thing. casual hookups aren't really for you, plus you distinctly remember your ex prating on about how the team would only be here for the weekend hence the absolute burning need to go, and you've got work monday.

goodbye, great knowing them. you'd traipsed out of the hotel room with your sneakers in hand, soap's used jersey in the other- a memento of sorts, a trophy. mild serial killer behavior but you reckon since you just became another pearl in their long string of conquests, the least you could do is take something with you that won't be gone with a warm epsom salt bath and a couple of days rest.

("would ye believe yer the prettiest we've ever brought back with us?" right. you know where you stand on that scale, and people like you don't typically pull men like them. another cringe-worthy comment like that and you'd mistake their interest with pity.)

you'd put both jerseys in the wash later that day, and the rattling of your washing machine marked the end of your exciting weekend.

or so you'd thought. from your side of things, you'd wiped your hands clean of their sweat, spit and come and went home, once again falling back into semi-familiarity, expecting to go to work feeling completely relaxed and loose, in more ways than one, while ignoring the photos taken of you and the "star players" at the stadium on social media.

(no one caught your face, what bloody luck.)

when you see them again, it's by pure chance. you'd been ordering a sandwich at a deli down the street, hand already reaching for your wallet when an arm curls around your shoulders, dark, coarse hair of a forearm brushing against your cheek.

cedarwood and citrus. it clings to your senses— a sharp, tangy reminder of that time you'd only look back on when the familiar pang of want pooled searing hot between your legs. small world, you suppose.

"didnae leave a note. stole my jersey. 'm surprised ye didnae leave us money on the table, bonnie." warmth flared beneath your cheeks but you didn't cow to his crude joke.

"i suppose i could've left a tip. what do you want?"

the playful lines around his eyes smoothed as his lips straightened into a firm line, his eyes frostbitten. you ignore the way his touch makes you feel trapped, tethered, a cage made of velvet.

"took my shirt and then didn't show up to a single game after tha'. jus' gettin' wha' i'm owed. unless he's yer favorite."

how can he be your favorite when you know nothing about the sport they play and have no interest in knowing?

"too bad. we come as a package. get yer food, we've a place nearby."

(simon had been nowhere near as good-natured as johnny had about you leaving without a word. made you spit out apologies with swollen lips, only accepted the ones that came with a fluttering of your raw pussy around the splitting thickness of him while soap condescendingly cooed in your ear about lessons having to be learned the hard way.)

[pocketleslie]

My latest addition to the Pocket World lineup, Infinite Arc! This piece can be viewed right-side up or upside-down! Enjoy fun times with all the demon slayers hanging out at the Ubuyashiki manor, or flip it and check out what Muzan's been up to with all his demon lackeys.

Which side do you prefer? Slayers or Demons?

I'm very proud of this piece and hope you all enjoy it too.

[stinkrat-aleks]

you know, I hate to say it, but i told you so!

[hellsitegenetics]

i'm only 14, however i didn't understand this gimmick blog last year, since i hadn't learned about it in school.

i bring great news, i have been enlightened bro

i can now enjoy this blog to the fullest extent.

i feel like a fish who had been trapped in a bowl introduced to the splendor that is his home, the ocean

thank you

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[spoopdeedoop]

an angel and a timelord walk into a bar……..

[quiddie]

If you heard Tefmet's testimony and immediately went "I KNEW IT!" you are legally prohibited from ever speaking about Suvi's "justification machine" again.

[lazycranberrydoodles]

i think the barbie movie would have a profound psychological impact on hua cheng

prev comic / next comic / follow for still more hualian barbie movie content because i am not done

bonus angsty version 🎉 i hate love expressions just a couple tiny lines on the mouth and eyebrows and it goes from silly to sad

:(

[desirephim]

you'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

[anaviarts]

"𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖕 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖕 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌"

Vma's Chappell Roan you made history

[mellosghosts]

(wip) who are they !!!!

[renonv]

Antonio’s hair has gotten too long and he foolishly asked Gilbert to give him a trim. Who did do that, but has fucked it up and kept trimming until he could salvage it (he only knows how to do a buzz cut. This is all Antonio’s fault)

[lambergeier]

i just think more ya and genre fiction in general should have the balls of mr stroud's bartimaeus trilogy. wrap up your series not just with your young mc dead as a doornail but he's also: unforgiven for his crimes as an agent of empire; his death saves lives but does not itself end any oppressive systems (spirit summoning OR the terrestrial british empire); and frankly there's very little indication that either of those systems will get any better post-canon whatsoever! the british proletariat has thrown off their chains, but it's not looking likely that they'll do the same for the colonies! kitty may try to proselytize about human-spirit relations, but she's one woman against the world! i just don't think her chances are great! nathaniel's death saved a lot of people who will never thank him for it and exactly two people who would (edit: BUT CAN'T! BECAUSE HE'S DEAD!). it improves nothing about the world, just gives it the slim chance, in other hands, of some unlikely day getting a smidgen better. his morals are so totally absent by mid-book 3 that the major emotional revelation he comes to, building up across three books, the climax of his personal arc, is "oh fuck other people are also people too." he was fully unaware of that one prior. great fucking series. cry every time

[beneath-the-rubble1]

they've taken ahold of me mind, harold

no hetero explanation for that face

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I don't care who wins the shipping semi-finals, they are both my little investigative darlings.