#happy thursday I guess :/

[risingsouls]

[Started the morning realizing that, when I got home from playing D&D last night and took Botan outside, I apparently stepped in dookie somehow since I always clean up after her when she goes and tracked it over the patio and a little into the kitchen from the back door 😒. So, I had to spend the first half hour of my morning getting that cleaned up and it got me out of the mood to work out and do my usual routine.

Ugh. Hoping the rest of the day isn't like this because I don't want to be cranky all day :'3]

[itsjaywalkers]

making ghosts, ch 2

[moonlight-prose]

the only thing to wake me up in the morning is the promise of a breakfast burrito.

[sleeplessinseattlee]

anyone else listening to thunder road at a beautiful 8:46 am

[seasononesam]

So I went to an old friend for help. But watching him, I stopped. Everything he sacrificed, and I was about to ask him for more.

[wastrelwoods]

In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest

[paperstorm]

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[pixlokita]

-me trying to sleep-

Brain: if someone is pregnant shouldn’t the pronouns be they/them

Me: no because-

Me: … wait

[socially-awkward-chocobo]

Happy Kagepro Day!!!

[inkykeiji]

bnha manga spoilers!!!!!

EEEEEEEEE I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!

his hair!!!!!!!!!!!!! his fucking HAIR!!!!!!!!! i just AAAAH i cannot get over it because !!!!! that is exactly how i picture touya-nii’s hair to look 🥹🥹🥹 just down/undone n fluffy n shaggy n soft <333

anyway i am sickly in love with him, i’m not surprised to see what he actually looks like after the war, but the fact that he’s still got his eyes makes me think that his blue irises must be so stark and vivid and just pop against the rest of his injured body—which makes me both swoon and sad, because goddamn you’d recognize those eyes anywhere, the very moment your gaze meets his…but enji still didn’t, not even when he first came face to face with them, not until they were thrust in his face and screaming at him ._.

[voluntary-necrosis]

JUST LISTENED TO TMP #31 WHAT THE FUUUUCK.

[lesbiannoel]

[beatlesmenrock]

boy why you so mclennon

[egipci]

Chorus

(for @wincestwednesdays)

We watch from the rafters. It’s dusk. He’s in love. We send him home. We are his friends but we send him home. We make up urgencies and we wave goodbye and we watch him get on his bike and ride. We get out under the door. He is fast but we are faster. We beat him home. We watch him from the trees through the eyes of crows, the eyes of owls. In the morning we are songbirds. He tears off bread for us to feed. Now it’s dark. There’s salt on the threshold but the house has no foundation. The joists are rotting. It’s no work at all. We watch from the vents. He walks from door to door. He leans his head against the frame and he listens. His hands curl into fists. He’s in pain. He’s only fifteen. As he sleeps we jump into his bed and crawl through the hairs on his leg. We suck and suck his blood. His blood is different, blood of our blood. In his dreams his hands are learning the shape of his brother. We watch him then we scuttle underneath the floorboards. There we congregate. We talk about him and them and our long-laid plans. In the forest we are a gang of elk. We slither close to the fire. Watch them laugh. Watch them pass the flask, knees pressed together. He’s seventeen, his heart reshaping. We watch the shadows through the tent. Secret skin laid out for him, fingers in his hair, pulling. We howl. We have our orders. In the forest we chase and we watch and we howl. Watch them swim in the river, their strong bodies against the current. Now that he knows his brother’s weight they must come apart. He must become unmoored. The highest leaves don’t move but soon it will be fall. Some of us will fall. We smile and we reassure him. We call him gifted. We call him trapped. He’s only seventeen but his Latin! We know him. We’re in it for the long haul. Far out there are places that are safe. Where he can’t be reached. We write letters for him, to him, on his behalf. We welcome him home. We sit beside him in the pews four Sundays in a row. Listen how little he speaks. Kiss his cheek. Watch from the ceiling. Watch through the smoke.

[mehoymalloy]

Y'all already know I'm a nerd but I wanted to emphasize just how much of a nerd I am by bragging on something I'm really proud of: the Moon Moms section of my writing program. It's got it all, folks!

[Receipts! Proof! Timelines! Screenshots! Fucking Everything!]

From researching potential geography, climates, and crop cycles for the Taloned Highlands, to planning birthdays based on the lunar cycles, I've had a stupid amount of fun creating this AU.

Also, shoutout to @inomakani for recommending Obsidian (writing program), using her techy wizardry to customize it to fit my needs, brainstorming all the details of the Temult cottage with me, and then literally creating the entire floor plan to boot just cause.

[2005noroithecurse]

my bf being a therapist is actually really enlightening because I've learned a whole lot about how to spot a bad therapist