#i don’t know if i wanna cry

[plutonianplaything2]

I am confused, emotionally exhausted, and physically hurting. Please let tomorrow be better.

[girlyteengirl16]

as i get older i get sadder at the fact i wasted my time and potential being sad all my life

[def-not-kaz-brekker]

I hate it when people don’t take aromanticism seriously. I hate it when they say “oh it’s just a phase I also thought I was aromantic but then I got a partner.” It doesn’t apply to everyone.

Respect aromanticism as you would respect any other identity

[kitamars]

hello. um. sorry for disappearing for like two months. imagine me getting hit with a truck called “The Worst Creative Block In Your Life” and getting thrown headfirst into the gintama rabbit hole. it’s quite cozy down here. i think i need help.

anyways, have a bunch of accumulated doodles plus this terrifying kagura as apology tehe :3

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

it is possible to regulate your emotions themselves. when you regulate your behavior responses to your emotions, you will consequently regulate your emotions themselves. but even further than that, it is possible to rein in your emotional responses over time to be more manageable, just by asking yourself in the moment things like “Am I right to be this angry about such a small thing? Is my sadness about this situation valid or is it caused by selfishness/greed/pride?”

The people who tell you that emotions can’t be controlled and only behavior correction is possible are lying to you and constraining you to a miserable existence of always languishing & roiling beneath the surface.

[luyo-mi]

It’s been to happy ‘round these parts , aye

[prince-peachie]

“Something in the orange tells me we’re not done”

[unknownarmageddon]

Errands

Killer belongs to Rahafwabas

[graycious-tea]

I wanna keep Lou/Tommy so bad!!!! ABC don’t make him leave plssss I beg I luv him

[its-your-mind]

“Hello? 999? I think I just heard a Triumvir of Rome hug a dude real hard in order to stick them on the thousands of sharp needles poking out of his skin. …The youngest one. … Yeah, him. … Yes, I’ll hold.”

[glovehearts]

auston talking about the time he spent playing up and down the east coast as an eleven year old before taking part in the peewee quebec tournament @ the asg fanfest panel.

[unriding]

hi evie !! how have you been ? :33 i hope you dont mind me borrowing you and moze for something ehehe <3

[why-the-heck-not]

started a sourdough starter!!! It’s not even that much abt bread; I just like the idea of having a pet and this is about the max amount of responsibility I’m looking for rn

[spineless-lobster]

Note to self DO NOT listen to achilles come down while writing patrochilles I was inconsolable for like an hour and I’m not even sure if what I wrote makes any sense but fuck me is it full of emotion

[fumifooms]

I think you made me start shipping Marchil

Your posts got me thinking about their dynamic then I wrote a fic that was supposed to be platonic but midway through I realized it could actually be interpreted as romantic too and now I'm just sad about how little time they'll have together

First of all, you have a lovely icon, second, I’m so honored… I finally read Not a bad way to go and it was soo so good like. My god!!! Pre-canon is underused and you did so many interesting things with it.

It sounded like a cruel joke, that the one who needed her concern the most was also the one least interested in it.

^^^ go read it go read it

Chilchuck was drunk enough that he needed to hold onto the walls not to fall, but apparently still sober enough to remember emotional vulnerability was his worst enemy, as he made sure to avert her eyes and said: “Namari made me come talk to you ” to make it clear he wasn't being nice voluntarily.

Yeah.

“Of course I'm scared of dying.” He scoffed. Did she really think so little of him? “But if I could choose, I would want to die doing something I love, like drinking. Or maybe fucking,”

Maybe you wish you didn’t know but my new favorite HC because of this is that Chil dies yes prematurely not of liver failure though but during coitus. Especially if marchil, the thought of him busting a nut and his heart giving out makes me laugh so hard. My god. Lmao. Oh god. Lmfao. Worst day of her life

Marcille knew Chilchuck wasn't a kid, but she often struggled to take him seriously as an adult because he was just so adorable and small. In this moment, however, she saw them exactly for what they were, even if it was just a glimpse. A sheltered, naive little girl trying to tell a tired, much more experienced man how to live the rest of his life.

Standing ovation

She tried to find an explanation to give him, but she couldn't even find one for herself. Why would she miss him? He was just Chilchuck, her coworker, Chilchuck who was cold, aloof, sometimes crass, evasive, and even outright mean. He who was level headed, reliable, trustworthy, perceptive and clever. He who had the least time left, even in a best case scenario. “I guess that despite your best efforts, there's still a lot to like about you.”

This fic goes so hard, standing ovation pt 2

“I just think it's better if we don't get too close. Don't you agree?” “I… maybe” she said, uncertain as he didn't know how to feel about that. Caring about people would only hurt her in the wrong run, she knew that, but unfortunately she couldn't help it.

I looove how they can be read to be similar on this aspect. My hand clenching around my phone as I rear up to rant about Marcille and the way she does keep people at an arm’s length subconsciously again my god my goood. Obsessed with this obsessed with this, underused for marchil. Terrified of loss through death vs rejection duo I love youuu

Brilliant ending I’m in shambles. I’m not gonna spoil it

You get marchil so much you truly do. The way they mesh, the way their views on mortality clash and both soothe & bruise… He doesn’t have much time left even in best case scenario (which Mr I won’t eat well I’ll drink and smoke a lot I’ll stress all day every day is determined to not make happen) which makes it all the more meaningful for Marcille’s arc when she learns from him to finally enjoy the present moments… It’ll only be a fraction of her life, but to him he’s giving her the rest of his life. What are some decades of love worth? Worth it, surely, if nothing else

[usbotthrills]

When he has clothes on, he is one person, but without them, he is revealed as he really is, the years of rot manifested on his skin, his own flesh advertising his past, it’s depravities and corruptions

Hanya Yanagihara - A Little Life