#i don't like this one

[samtamdan]

[marchy-emmet]

Submas....? Submas.

They did something.

[charamuscadmango]

Day 10 apathy

[inarcad1a]

Moira!!

4/? of my overwatch series [masterlist]

☕️.🟪.⚛️

🟣.☕️.🟡

⚛️.🟪.☕️

[womp-womp-waa]

tw for suicide

Aiden always wanted to be dead and at one point he got his wish, but he didn't stay like that. No, he came back and the way everyone reacted made his heart ache being surrounded by so much love and care that he didn't deserve.

He felt loved. It was a new feeling but not an unwelcomed one, but it was clear that he was addicted to that feeling like he was to adrenaline. And that addiction is a dangerous one and just leaves room for him getting hurt. Just like he did with his parents. It always ended badly.

He knew he couldn't live with that addiction, but he also knew that he couldn't live without it either. It was a constant loop of suffering, one that he needed to end.

So here he was on the top of a building the tallest one he could find. He thought about many ways to get the best rush of adrenaline and he learnt that it was through his love of skydiving, the feeling of falling is the most freeing thing and that is what he wants to feel when he frees himself from any problems.

He wonders how the others would react when they heard the news, that their very own psycho wasn't around anymore. Would they be surprised? Would they be disappointed? Or would they be happy? He wouldn't blame them if they were happy that he was gone. One less problem for them right.

Hey, atleast everyone would be getting something good out of this situation, right? Taking a deep breath as he took a step off of the building

[smudgesticksgonnasmudgingflip]

Day thirty-three-

It doesn't really look like Xander to me unless it has the eyepatch-

I was also trying to play into him having devil horns in his hair

[cheerclaw]

For the name how about Thrushsong ?

euugh

[kairithemang0]

curtwen 24

24: a drunk kiss

Half a bottle of whiskey in, Curt's mind felt foggy, head spinning, eyes only focusing on the gaze of his partner, tonight in drinking. Their mission was too easy, they made their way back to their hotel and opened up the then full bottle of whiskey, pouring themselves a glass.

Owen had only said one drink, but this was his 3rd. Curt didn't mind, what's wrong with 2 friends getting drunk together? They sat on Curt's bed, if they were sober, they would've known they were far too close to each other, legs touching, feet kicking against the bed. Curt rested on Owen's shoulder, arm resting against that of his partners.

"Pour me another glass, Carvour," Curt handed him his glass, Owen shaking his head.

"No more, Mega. We've had too much."

Owen was always the first one to stop drinking, always the one to tell Curt now wasn't a good time. Not that Curt was one to listen.

"C'mon, Carvour. Get that stick out of your ass and pour me another drink," he attempted to snatch the bottle of whiskey out of Owen's hand, who pulled it away from his grasp, "Owen, come on."

"We've finished half the bottle, we're done," Owen's glare was intense, piercing, stern. Curt wasn't having any of it as he grabbed onto Owen's collar in an attempt to grab the bottle of whiskey, pushing Owen down onto the bed in the process.

The bottle of whiskey was released from Owen's grasp, spilling out onto the floor as Curt's gaze fell onto his partner, eyes shimmering in the dim hotel room light, Curt's hands on his shoulders, resting on top of him.

Owen's breath quickened, his senses heightened as he watched Curt close his eyes and press a hard, sloppy, drunken kiss onto Owen's parted lips, Owen letting out a soft gasp in return as Curt squeezed his eyes shut.

After what felt like hours of barely being able to breathe through Curt pressed his tongue hard into Owen's partially opened mouth, he let go, moved away from his partner, wiping the saliva off his mouth. He turned his face to Owen, eyes almost disappointed, almost sad, "Sorry."

Owen watched as Curt climbed under the bed sheets, leaving Owen still resting on the other side of the bed, lips still parted, face red in shock, but not horror.

Shit.

[judas-isariot]

Armadillo are name Tatou over there.

[thoughts-i-thought]

I am not your daughter, or your little girl.

I am your son.

She is not me and I am not her.

My name is Caden, not that.

My name is Caden, My name is Caden, My name is Caden, My name is Caden, My name is Caden.

I am not her

[federschwinge]

"What, you really like me?"

"Oh Morton, don't act like you didn't notice."

[adsari]

I miss the iconic bisexual performance of Romania from last year

[dudeshusband]

mmmmmmmm i don't like this feeling

[arynneva]

wait do people read first person stories and think they're the ones in the story???

Saw people talking about not liking first person, which is fair, but their reasoning was like "I would not do that" and I don't understand that mindset.

First person stories are still about a character. A character making their own decisions. First person isn't about you???? At least I thought it wasn't. What am I missing? I've always seen first person as just a more in-depth look into a character's mind and stricter POV. Not as a reader stand-in.

[captainjonnitkessler]

>Join a union

>Hear people constantly complaining that the current union leadership is super corrupt, it's all just the same ten guys making all the decisions in secret and nobody else in the union ever gets to know what's going on

>Go to the monthly union meetings that are completely open to all 1200 union members

>The only attendees are the same ten guys every month, giving detailed reports about everything that's going on

[arrimorr]

Good ol' captain