#i guess i wanted to cry today

[dreamyelectronicmusic]

Sabotage

“I see the way you look at him,” a voice startles Wille out of his reverie, “when you think he can’t see you.”

He glances over his shoulder at the man joining him in the chilly air on the terrace of Felice’s penthouse. The sounds of the party going on inside the apartment waft in through the narrow gap in the sliding door. Perhaps Wille should feel caught out or embarrassed, but he can’t be bothered. He turns back to face the Stockholm skyline.

“Sorry,” he murmurs. “I didn’t mean for you to see that either.”

Simon’s boyfriend steps closer, leans his elbows against the balustrade next to Wille. They stare at the city lights together.

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“You’re still in love with him,” Ben says after a moment, his tone more sympathetic than accusatory. It can’t be easy, Wille supposes, to start dating someone and find out that their ex is still part of their friend group, especially when their relationship had been as public as Wille and Simon’s, but Ben has never treated him with antagonism.

“I’m afraid that once you’ve started, it’s impossible to stop,” he says. The bottle of beer he’s brought with him to the terrace is cold in his hands and long since empty. He picks at the label. “But I think you already know that.” He’s seen the way Ben looks at Simon, too, and he recognises the feeling.

The corner of Ben’s mouth quirks up. “Yeah.” He looks down at his hands, a little bashful and more than a little smitten. “I do.” Good. Simon deserves nothing less than absolute devotion.

Wille takes a deep breath and releases it slowly through his mouth. “You have nothing to fear from me,” he says. “You – you’re so much better for him than I ever was.” The truth of it has long lost its sharp edge. “It’s good to see him happy. I have no intention of getting in the way of that.”

It took him and Simon a long time to get where they are now, to build something resembling a friendship on the charred wasteland left by their relationship. It’s the only good thing Wille has left. He won’t do anything to sabotage it.

The door slides open again. Laughter reaches Wille’s ears, Simon’s pearly giggles easy to pick out. Wille smiles. It’s all worth it, if he gets to hear that sometimes.

“Excuse me,” says Malin. Wille squares his shoulders, knowing his brief respite is over. “We really should get going, Your Majesty.”

[ghosst-girl]

I’m still your favorite regret

You’re still my weapon of choosing

[hiddencarpet]

It took me like 6 years but i Finally drew this old idea of mine.

"What if Dante and Vergil were born as grubs and changed their forms to human-like only with time?"

[okruee]

girl get up he is literally just a man. allah is telling you to leave him. rise above.

[turnedpalefromlackofsun]

[energeticpoltergeist]

FE Secret Santa (7/10)

Alear(past) for @bluescreenl

edit: forgot to at @feshippingpolls

[nouveaumoon]

♥ happy valentine's day! ♥

[moeblob]

You know, when I kept getting asked "so you didn't ever have severe pains before now?" in the hospital and I kept replying "I have a high pain tolerance" I meant it. However, there is only so much pain my tiny 4'9" body can hold... (aka I am sweating and in agony bc I'm getting told to use LESS severe pain meds so I don't rely on them too much and it is AWFUL)

[chacusha]

I need to write this up. I just looked up my ballot status now and realized that its status is marked as "Pending - Not yet returned." I mailed my ballot over two weeks ago, on October 18th. How the fuck can it not be returned? International mail doesn't take that long to send.

I'm just really upset by this. I'm upset I only checked and found this out now. I know it wouldn't have made a difference but I also doubt that I'm the only one in this situation too. I don't even know how to correct this because I mean... I MAILED IT. If they haven't received it, what am I supposed to do?

This is also in a year where they changed the overseas ballot return rules in Pennsylvania to need to be received by election day, rather than postmarked before election day and received within a week in order to be counted. So at this point it's too late to correct even if my envelope did arrive.

This is also in a year where, for some reason, I got a federal write-in back-up ballot (FWAB) sent to me by my county election office (this is what you need to use if you never receive your ballot from your local election office) rather than a normal prepared ballot they normally send, and the FWAB return instructions directly contradicted the local ballot return instructions in multiple places, and when I tried to call my local office (internationally!) to get clarification, I was put on hold indefinitely with no indication if or when I would get through. I just ended up having to send it using my best guess, and in the end it didn't fucking matter because my ballot never arrived, I guess!

Like... I am just fucking sick of this. I guess I wish America a very have an actually functioning election system?? I'm tired of being disenfranchised by a thousand little cuts.

[skunkes]

[lonely-moon-artist-blog]

Tee-hee-hee.

The two photos for the cosplay contest at my town.

Also It looks like I pretty much can walk and orient myself in space with that box on. So it's really neat.

Also damn this head looks kinda.. Big.

Maybe my body is just too small, eh.

[shadowen]

My brain is absolutely terrible today. Here's some pictures of my pets.

[dasloddl]

fuck vague posting I’m just full on ranting

[ghostorbz]

Highschool sucks because I could get hit in the face with a soccer ball at full speed and only 2 girls will care enough to ask if I'm okay

[verysmallcyborg]

[ismyteadoneyet]

How fortunate am I to have so many Things to love and be excited about, to appreciate and look forward to?

Things I feel so strongly about that they stumble into my mind, univited, at random times of the day? Things that spill into my speech and vocabulary without me noticing? Things that impact my vision to the point where everywhere I look, everywhere I go, I see ghosts of them?

How lucky am I to have so many Things I love and cherish enough for them to reshape my very person, change my beliefs and make me grow? Things that make my own loved ones see the Things out in the wild, and go out of their way to make sure I see them too?

How wonderful is it that I have Things that I love so much that the very act is deemed and dubbed "not normal", making my love for them seem like it's more than they are supposed to recieve? An out-of-the-ordinary and above-the-norm appreciation for the Things that make the people around me shake their heads, call me "silly".

My dear, beloved Things, may I always stay silly for you ❤️