#i love writing diaries

[squidflavoredsoup]

redraw

they’re so cute i love them😿😿

[finehoney]

i am holding my loneliness and she is a teenage girl with puffy eyes, and i love her more than i have ever loved anyone

[grand-line-shenanigans]

For those of us who cannot comprehend big numbers (me) I have done the math. FOUR FUCKING YEARS. SECUNIT WHAT THE FUCK.

[ramblingmindofrayyan]

Sometimes it’s really lonely being me.

[ratsreading]

Thinking of what it must be like to be loved by a ship like the Perihelion. I think it must be a little like being loved by a god. A minor god and one with true personality, a god from a pantheon, with limited power and no claims to be all-knowing, all-powerful, all-loving, no claims of being the One True God. And yet, a god. Its mind so powerful it can be present with you and yet in a hundred other places simultaneously, it holds you safe inside of it - or not (as Mother Nature holds us safe on Earth - or not). It can rain destruction when angered or help you if it wishes. Inside of its realm (itself), within its dominion, it sees all, controls all (not other people, but the very ground you walk on, the air you breathe). Outside of it, it can help you if it sees what is happening, but is not in control of everything. If you are within its reach, it is there, present with you always, a voice in your head, a friend (because this god spaceship loves you).

[mizzfizz]

NEW YEAR'S LADS LETTERS

XAVIER, ZAYNE, RAFAYEL, SYLUS

[velvrei]

◎— no lube, no protection, all night, all day, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, 69, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, standing up, sitting down, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, leg shakening, devils tango ever.

#needthat

[lyraofthestarsss]

Blushing Game

(Mystreet boys x reader)

How long does it take to make them blush?

Garroth

- bro folds almost immediately lmao

- He definitely tries!! After all, he was used to putting on a face in front of others back in O’Khasis. Surely this wouldn’t be too different

- But there’s no hiding things from you

- All it takes is one sweet nickname for him to start melting

Dante

- He… also tries

- He’s definitely more competitive than Garroth. A few of your first few flirts are only met with smug smiles and comebacks

- It only takes a minute or so for all the compliments to finally get to him

- He looks away as he tries to hide his red face from you

Laurance

- for a moment, you thought this man was nearly unbreakable

- Nearly all of your flirts end with him shaking his head and smiling back at you

- He tells you “try harder, love” and “aww you can do better than that”

- If anything, you’re the one that starts getting flustered

- You start to lean closer, whispering in his ear

- You tell him you love him, how much he means to you, how you can’t imagine loving anyone else

- The closeness, along with how sincere you are, is what finally gets to him

- He curses under his breath as he leans his forehead on your shoulder

- He mutters that he loves you too, just loud enough for only you to hear

[dragonlands]

Elena Gilbert stops being boring the moment you stop viewing tvd as romance and start viewing it as a gothic horror of an underage girl groomed into an incestous love triangle between two serial killing brothers.

Her parents are dead and she only finds comfort in graveyards, her thoughts are filled with death. Then she meets these guys who CANNOT DIE and she even canonically says that's what drew her to Stefan (and let's be honest it's exactly the same with Damon). These older men want to protect her and they desire her obsessively and they form a weird, weird little family dynamic where Elena is constantly treated like a child. Elena latches onto these guys who don't only fill the role of boyfriends but also the role of parents. How she acceps the role as daughter/lover/victim of the Salvatore brothers could be fascinating if the narrative acknowledged it for what it is - horror.

[duu-kiwi]

I bet aziraphale wrote about the day the universe was made, about the angel whose voice recited the words that created the stars, about how bright they shone, and still shine, in those angel eyes✨🪐

Here you have some detailss and a cropped version with just!! them!!!

edit: prints link !

[iamfuckingsorry]

Managed to get another friend into murderbot, which means it's re-read time again...

This time the thing that hits the hardest is mb constantly questioning itself when it wants to protect whatever nice friendly humans it encounters. Like so often it instinctively does whatever is needed to protect a human, then it goes "ugh why do I even want to do this, these are not my clients and this is not my job anymore, I should just focus on finding the data I wanna find here", then in the vast majority of cases it sticks with the humans anyway. It's great. It's mostly in the first few books, since later on it gets back to its own or ART's humans which clearly it would genuinely die for with no regrets or hesitation - but it happens a decent amount in those first few books, when it genuinely should feel no sense of responsibility but it kinda still does. It's like a constant battle of "is that just my conditioning and decades of terrifying punishment if any humans get hurt, or is it so deeply embedded in my code it's an essential part of who I am as a person, or is that just me choosing to act on my own free will because they're nice and they don't deserve to die," but also it's so extremely casual and in true murderbot fashion treated as just an irritating thing to deal with or (preferably) ignore until it's possible to go back to watching media, it's great.

Wells is so good at exploring that line, I just love the books so much.

[macdenlover]

we don’t acknowledge enough how dee used to be a pageant winner when she was a kid and how much damage it did to her. she worked her ass off and got recognition for being pretty and talented at a young age and it was the only source of self esteem she could garner in a family that constantly berated and talked down to her. she sought after that external approval because it was the only way she could prove everyone around her wrong. her dream of being a performer didn’t come from a self-aggrandizing delusion— she genuinely showed a lot of potential when she was younger. but she went through an unflattering puberty and her spinal condition got worse and that natural talent she had as a kid plateaued way too early. the “former gifted kid” dilemma. she slowly lost the thing that promised her that she was good, but she was so desperate to keep holding onto it that she tried anyway. again and again and again no matter how much people made fun of her because it was always about proving them wrong. but after a while she couldn’t jump anymore without anticipating the way it feels when she hits the ground face first. self-sabotage became her way out, choosing to rather live in the fantasy of her own unrealized potential and blaming those around her for her lack of success, than having tried and crashed again. she’d rather buy lottery tickets over and over and never scratch off the numbers than to see that she lost. that self-sabotaging behavior bled into other aspects of her life too, from friendships to relationships to therapy. her own short lived success is what made her grow into embodying the cycle of failure.

[alex31624]

Sing

I found Dad's old room. He was really into grunge, as his posters show. Since day one, Dad has been honest with me and June, but it always seems like there's something more to discover when it comes to him.

I've seen Dad play the acoustic guitar for Mom, but there is a beautiful electric guitar in his room. For some reason, I can't imagine Dad being a rock star. He's shown us some concerts and he certainly doesn't have that presence.

But this guitar screams rock and roll.

I picked up the instrument and played some chords. Nothing too complicated, I'm still a beginner. I was so into playing, that I didn't notice the bedroom door opened.

“You look good with the guitar.”

Dad's voice made me jump. I tried to apologize for touching his things, but he didn't care. His smile relaxed me. He and Mom have that effect on me.

“I thought you only played ballads. You never told us about your grunge phase.”

“Your mother likes ballads. And it wasn't a phase, I'm still as grunge as ever.”

I think Dad noticed the disbelief in my smile because he immediately went to his closet and put on a Nirvana t-shirt and a flannel shirt.

“This is style, May.”

I let out a light laugh and handed the guitar to Dad.

“It's not enough to have the look.”

“I'll play whatever you ask me to. But only if you sing.”

Hearing that I blushed hard. He wasn't supposed to hear me sing. I don't think I'm bad, but... I can't explain it, I just don't dare to sing in front of people.

“I love hearing you, you have a beautiful voice.”

Dad always knows what to say. He hands me a microphone that doesn't even have batteries and hands me one of his t-shirts. I ask him for About a Girl and he begins to play masterfully. I have some doubts, but I sang anyway. My start is a little timid, but as the song continues, I feel better. I love singing, when I do it, it feels like nothing else matters.

When I sing, I'm free.

The song ends and Dad's smile couldn't be bigger.

“You're a rock star, just like your old man.”

I hug Dad and he reciprocates my affection. When we part, I ask him for Lithium. Dad laughs and starts playing.

May Duck

[mangotelevision]

cadenza has a smile that people would fight wars over

[gaytobymeres]

My essentials for a solo day out

[macaulaytwins]