#i feel u tho

[turtleblogatlast]

I think you've unlocked a little Leo section of my entire brain. Your au, and by consequence Leo as a whole, has overtaken my brain. I even drew art, put in more effort than I have in the past few months and even whipped out my markers, all because of the tiny green man you shook and traumatized further

Now that’s what I like to hear 😌 join me in this section of the universe called “Thinking about Hamato Leonardo Way Too Much”

[folklore-girl]

I forgot to bring my earphones to class. I'm dying

why do u need earphones in class?

[zirkkun]

Wow, the future looks bleak

this is one of the most cryptic, no context nor explanation anons i've ever gotten, thank you

[avid-idiot]

not really, unless coloring counts as a hobby asfjklshfbdsf im a child at heart

I don't think it's childish lol. I'd kill for downtime like that tbh

[taegularities]

RID!!!!!! so i went on a date today and omg!!!!!!

I don't know what to feel cuz I've been single for so long 😅

AH BUT HOW WAS IT !! that sounds so promising yet ominous, what happened 👀

[darby-rowe]

just got out of a class and was feeling deeply insecure bc imposter syndrome goes crazy, first thing i saw was your coryo post and i completely ran out of thoughts

well anon, are you at least feeling better? 😭

[hinamie]

make it vicious, take a stab

[bacchuschucklefuck]

typical tavern scene

[ineed-to-sleep]

Collection of bg3 sketches I've been nibbling at over the month. teehee

[tawnysoup]

You both jump in place for a bit, grinning.

[getonite]

dude New Year’s Eve cleaning isn’t for the weak

I’m so damn tired 🙁

UGH IKR. luckily, luckily, we did more of "christmas cleaning," so there isnt much to tackle. but ofc, its sunday, sunday cleaning plus new years eve cleaning as a combo is the worst lmaoo

pls get u sum rest 🙏🏾

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[deadeery]

VAMPIFIES YOUR PIRATES 🩸🩸🧛‍♂️💥

[vaguely-concerned]

are. are you telling me that if the romanced mage warden dies and alistair is king, he deadass stares greagoir down over her dead body and grants the circle of ferelden its autonomy after ordering it rebuilt somewhere safer. first you have to deliberately leave him behind so he won't die for you and then he does that for you once you're gone, even when you're broken up??? absolute and literal king behaviour of the highest order????? the actions speak louder than words of it all??????? I think I hauve covid

[donutfloats]

Spending some time with the in-laws

[sincerelybubbles]

"spence?"

"hm?"

"when did you get home?"

a more awake you would be squealing, thoroughly excited he came home early from his trip, but the early hours have hardly begun to bring light and you're struggling to even open your eyes to look at him. your cheeks still widen into a pleased smile though, turning into his warmth and humming, confused, when your hands find the rough fabric of his coat.

"a few hours ago," he says, voice rough, eyes still shut. one arm across his eyes, blocking the minuscule light, the other a vice around your waist. his voice is slow, deep in his chest, caught on the sleep he obviously wishes to keep. but he still turns his face toward the sound of your voice, smile creeping up at the corners of his lips, willing to entertain you despite his fatigue.

"are you still wearing your shoes?" you ask, voice teasing, scooting up in his arm to nudge your nose against the curve of his jaw. you press a kiss there, the point where his bone hits a right angle, lips tingling from the stubble you find.

"no," he says, voice honest, "i know better than that."

"no shoes, but your belt is still on?" you tease, fingers dragging across the leather. you don't care, not beyond a genuine concern for his comfort, but you enjoy teasing him in this way, skimming your lips across the rough skin of his chin in not-quite kisses.

"i took my gun off," he complains in a half-hearted groan, lifting his arm to peek at you out of the corner of one eye. "hi," he says, voice still soft, somehow deeper with affection, dimples the star of the show on his cheeks.

"hi," you say, tilting your head back and lifting your arm to cart your fingers through his mess of hair. "welcome home."

he smiles, reaching around with his other arm to gather you up and drag you across his chest in a bear hug, chuckling at the squeal you let out, sighing against your hair. he presses a firm kiss there, right above your ear.

"we will have to wash the sheets, though. it was really gross for me to not change, i was just exhausted, sorry."