#i hope i’m not alone

[lovegraqhy]

whenever i interact with aro(ace) spaces, i feel like its rare to see people talking about the want to be able to feel romantic attraction but being left with a physical inability idk sometimes it just hits me that i want the feeling of love and have the desire to be in a romantic relationship, i just physically can’t

[sonicku]

(Frontiers spoiler warning, for those who forgot to tag for it)

I cant be the only one who thinks Infinite’s theme fits The End more than Infinite himself, right?

Lyrics like:

“But that’s what it takes to be infinite”

“I never end and that’s the difference between you and me”

“When everything you know has come and gone”

“Cause when your time is up and everything is falling down”

Combined with dialogue like:

“They were finite. I am infinite”

“You will be consumed like all others before you”

“No matter what form I take, The End comes for you all!”

Fits… Really well?

My point is, deposit his name, there was nothing infinite about Infinite. He was just an ordinary jackal who was born, fought, and then died. He was as finite as any other enemy Sonic has thought, and took on infinity more-so as an aesthetic moniker.

The End, however? It’s truly infinite. It knows this makes it better, higher than Sonic. Everything around him will fall and crumble to dust and empty space some day, but The End will hold true for eternity. This isn’t just a name, it’s an undeniable underlying truth.

With how hard the song leans into the theme of infinity due to Infinite’s name, I feel like it’s better fit for a truly infinite entity.

[bigclitenergyy]

i’m hard but like as a girl

[thatskindarough]

“‘I just…I thought you might like to come back, one day,’ Crowley said very quietly. Aziraphale’s foot pressed against his again, and Crowley drew in a sudden breath, as if he hadn’t been breathing properly since Aziraphale had stopped touching him.”

This piece was a commission from the lovely @fellshish for their lovely friend, @alphacentaurinebula ‘s fic What Are You Doing Here? This fic is cute, funny, heartwarming, and incredibly spicy, and I’m very much looking forward to finishing it! Thank you Fells for being wonderful to work with, and happy (belated) birthday to you Alphacentauri, I’m very happy I could do this for you!

[fucklife101]

I don’t know how many “just make it through today”s I’ve got left.

[tornado1992]

Miles doesn’t hate his tails.

No matter how much the people in his town told him to.

Even if every time he tries to play close by the village he gets chased and practically hunted down because some scary adults want to “hang out his tails on the wall”.

Even if the mothers pry their children away from him so they won’t “get cursed by the mutant”.

Even if his first memory is running from some big kids who chased him away from a store for eating some scraps from the garbage while yelling “Two tailed freaks don’t even deserve trash!”

The only apparent difference between him and the people who hate him being the number of tails, or rather, the not singularity of his.

It seemed like the reason why they all despised him was because of them, an abnormality, was the kindest way they called them.

They kept saying his tails were bad. But it didn’t made any sense. His tails weren’t bad. They kept him warm on the coldest nights, shelter him from the rain, and protect him from the town’s kid’s fists.

They were his only company and comfort, his blanket and pillow, and they were the only thing he had. He couldn’t hate them.

It didn’t matter if they were the apparent reason for his loneliness and the town’s rejection, Miles knew that even if he could cut one of them the townsfolk still wouldn’t want him.

His tails were big enough to cover him almost completely, protecting him by curling around him and not letting go even when the fur on them was ripped, torn, or burned. He could chew on the tip of their fur when his stomach hurt too much not to try and bite something, even if the matted fur on them might hurt sometimes. He didn’t have any toys or coloring books, but he could always play with his tails whenever he felt too lonely, he would chase them and they would not go away, sometimes they moved on their own when he was playing, he didn’t know why, but whenever it happened it made him feel a little bit happier, even if it meant as potential risk of him being found by his abusers if they moved when he didn’t tell them too, it still made him happy.

He could hug his tails while sleeping, pretending someone was actually there with him, if he concentrated enough, he could pretend the fur that was keeping him warm wasn’t his own, he could imagine it was maybe a loving mom, a caring dad, or… anyone, but he could feel loved.

He didn’t hate his tails.

Everyone hated him, and that might not have a solution, but everyone also seemed to hate his tails. He knows how it feels when everybody hates you, he doesn’t want his tails to feel like everyone in the world hates them too. So even if it’s just him, even if no one else ever likes them, and even if some day he dies because someone hated them enough to do something about it, he won’t hate his tails.

He doesn’t think anyone could love his tails ever, and he doesn’t know if he is capable of loving them himself, but liking them should be enough. He hopes his tails can understand.

He hopes that at least his tails could feel a little bit of love some day.

[ashleestarz]

The thought crossed my mind a bit too often, like…there has to be coding for ONE of them. Right?? I’m positive it’s heavy in Lukas and Radar the most.

(Honorable mention that I didn’t put would have to be Ellegaard and Romeo)

[novelconcepts]

[borderlinereminders]

This is a reminder that it’s okay to reach out and ask for help. It’s okay to ask for support, reassurance, validation or whatever else you might need. You don’t have to do it all on your own.

[turtleblogatlast]

[ cw: violence mention / death mention / ]

Will never stop thinking about how Leo, all alone in an endless void and being beaten again and again and again by the only other living thing around, still finds comfort in that space. The situation he was in was completely hopeless, and in any other circumstances he would not have escaped, at least not fast enough to save him from permanent (or even fatal) damage, be it physical or mental.

And yet, despite the bleakness of his situation, despite the agony and helplessness, all he needs is one glance at a crumbled photograph, one glance to remember his family, and that’s enough of a reason for him to smile.

Maybe that’s why his powers center around manipulating space - because no matter how much space is between them, no matter how dire his own situation may be, just the thought of his family, alive and okay, is enough to give Leo hope.

[briebysabs]

I feel mixed about the ORV side stories. Bc on one hand yay more orv and lore but a larger part of me wish chapter 551 was truly the end. I love that whatever became of KDJ or the future of kimcom is left unknown. I loved ending it all with “This story is for that one reader.” I think I would’ve been more hyped for them if it was just prequel material, which I know is some of them.

[volukyrja]

Hanged man

[pigglepiephi]

The Trainee has been excellent so far in outlining how even small mistakes can have big consequences for the business, particularly if you try to cackhandedly cover them up.

I’m hoping then that this will be the office-set BL that will take seriously the MASSIVE HR violation that would be a relationship between these two.

I want the differences in seniority to be a problem. I want to see them wrestle with liking someone it’s inappropriate to like in a work setting like this. I want the power dynamics to matter. I want HR in this company to actually exist!!

I absolutely want to watch these two slowly fall in love and get a happily ever after… but first I want the problems of a relationship between an intern and a boss to matter in the story 🤞

[kadextra]

I’ve been literally reeling cause wdym I predicted this yesterday in my drafts????

[fucklife101]

I’m so fucking disgusted with myself.

[rhiannons-bird]