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[villqn3lle]

I will never let anyone convince me into thinking that Nat is a dark person, yes she has trauma but that trauma is from being forced to participate in violence. She has never enjoyed or reveled in what they did out in the woods in comparison to people like Shauna and Lottie and she has always felt so guilty about everything. If all of the circumstances were right then she would’ve been born into a loving family and would’ve thrived as a student and a soccer player who is happy living life as it is. She is forever a sweetheart who deserves a comforting world and I will never let anyone tell me she is dark; she is broken not dark.

[ghouljams]

do you have any other trans ghost thoughts…

absolute asshole of a man. head pusher. gets off on making you squirt and cry. king of overstim. makes you tell him how much better he is than the "losers" you used to fuck. major trans superiority kink on this one. did his own top surgery (jk but those scars are roughed up from all the other scars). makes you take the biggest dildo he can buy because it's "gotta be proportional" to his 6'6" ass.

biggest man you've ever met, trans or cis.

invites Johnny over to play just to hear you beg for a "real cock" while the poor sergeant is balls deep in you.

[tobyisave]

obsolete

[arinmoss]

He is so very tired

[inkykeiji]

tw: drugs, pseudocest, 18+

thinking about touya-nii coming home high off his ass—so high he’s giggly and blurred, so high his words are soaked in spit, garbled on his tongue, and his eyes are bleary and unfocused with manufactured euphoria—and dragging you down to the basement, hands clammy with cold sweat as they sit you on his lap and force you to watch sweeney todd with him.

it isn’t exactly an unusual choice; touya normally chooses some sort of horror or horror-adjacent film to watch, but what you aren’t expecting is the rumble of his deep, smooth voice against your back the moment the titular character begins to sing, your big brother’s voice cascading over your form dark and decadent like melted chocolate. the lyrics are damp against your skin, touya’s breath hot and wet as he nuzzles his cheek into the curve of your neck.

he knows every word to every song, faithfully crooning along to the music while he drags his lips along your body in messy caresses, smearing webby strings of saliva across your flesh. you know that he’d never dare to let you see such a side of him if he were sober—too cool to be silly, too composed to be authentic.

guilt churns in your stomach, acrid against the walls, a stark contrast to the warm giddiness bubbling in your chest. you generally hate it when he’s high, plagued by anxiety for his health and apprehensive anticipation for the inevitable mood swings bound to follow, unpredictable and violently jarring. but in moments such as these, rare and erratic little pockets of intense affection, immense infatuation, you can’t help but bask in it all, can’t help but savour it all, his undivided attention suffocating in the best way, his insatiable need for yours—pawing at your waist, burrowing into your chest, painting blotches of blue along your jaw with fingertips and teeth, nipping and gripping—making you feel special, cherished, wanted.

[rubikor]

warm vs. cool

[angelic-enj0lras]

I think a lot about this part in this brick, it makes me think about Enjolras and his character a lot. It always leaves me feeling "Holy shit"

Along side the parts Enjolras gose "death, i use you but i hate you" and "This is a bad time to pronounce the word 'love.' No matter, I pronounce it, and I glorify it. Love, yours is the future". I feel like Enjolras is sometime portrayed as this cruel cold-blooded guy, when its like, the opposite. He loves love, Hes full of love! For his friends, the people! Hes full of emotions! Idk idk i just feel like some fics and adaptations sometimes do a bit of a disservice to Enjolras character by leaving stuff like this out idk

I geuss all that to say: i want to see more of enjolras being tender to his friends and others idk

[lonely-night]

you'll be the saddest part of me a part of me that will never be mine

[euthymiya]

I think the first time wrio tells you about why he served, he does it with a sort of detached demeanor. Like he’s awaiting you to either be scared or horrified or disgusted and it’s just inevitable. He prepares himself for the inevitable of you deciding loving him is just not worth the trouble. He’s built this shell around him that makes him indifferent to people’s reactions to his past. Sometimes they pity him. Sometimes they look at him with fear. Sometimes they’re outraged.

He’s used to it all by now. He’s long forgotten how to care.

But then…for some reason, you don’t seem to think any of those things. You seem grateful. Grateful he told you. Grateful he trusted you. Grateful to know him. Like knowing any piece of him—good or bad, is a gift. And you tell him as such, too: thank you for trusting me with this, you’ll whisper as your hands cup his cheeks. And oh. You’re not pulling away. Not sneering in that disgusted way or taking a step back in fear.

Something feels so oddly human about the way you look at him. Something that makes him feel almost like a kid again. Fragile and at your mercy as he depends on you to love him.

Because that’s what every kid needs. Someone to love them.

You didn’t deserve that, you’ll whisper again. And you’re right. He didn’t. It’s just that no one really took the time to see it that way. It’s always either been people rationalizing that he didn’t have a choice or condemning him for the extreme route he took.

But no one ever took the time to think about him. What he deserved—more importantly, what he didn’t deserve.

So when he leans his head into your shoulder and grabs at your waist tightly, feeling oddly raw and open and vulnerable—he thinks this must be what it feels like to be protected. When there’s a steady, warm embrace waiting for you no matter what you come home with, be it dirt on your cheeks or blood on your hands.

Still love me? He’ll ask cheekily. He pretends the tremor in his voice isn’t obvious.

How could I ever stop? You tease back—but it’s gentle. Soft. Coaxes a watery chuckle out of him. It almost didn’t matter that he’s never really truly been loved.

You’ll make up for all those years and then some.

[fala-alfredo-pasta]

Tokomaru Tuesday

[miasmaghoul]

i think i need to write weird t4t raindrop intox ovi

would anyone like to read weird t4t raindrop intox ovi

[chronicowboy]

okay this might be a little bit unpopular. but idk to me this looks like one of eddie's very buck-specific looks. it's not anger or discomfort or wtf. it looks like something is wrong with buck, i know him inside out, i know him to the core, i know him better than i know myself and i know something is wrong with him but i just can't figure out what and it's driving me crazy, why can't i read him, why can't i figure this out, how do i help him if i don't know what's wrong? but obviously he's trying to act normal for marisol and not bring attention to it and maybe there's a little voice in his head telling him he does know what's wrong he just wishes he didn't...

[wanderingcas]

i know people say "don't put your whole self into your kids" and "don't lose yourself when you have children" but like. why not. this is the single most important thing i've ever done. i'm raising this impressionable, small, helpless little kid that i love to absolute pieces. she's part of my heart. if i can't tend to her, i'm not tending to myself. you're goddamn right i'm going to put my whole self into this task.

[wtftwwfte]

wait wait so when fields said burt was severed 20 years ago, but as far as irving (and, consequently, the rest of the world) knows, the first severed employee was 12 years ago, was that NOT a old-man slip-up? was that an I Know More than Y'all Slip-Up?? like what if harmony had the plan set up ages ago and maybe burt was severed as part of the like. initial testing rounds? we already know people can be severed more than once (or be severed from more than one experience) because of gemma. maybe burt was too. in a less hellish way, in a more Human Experimentation way.

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

Give you my wild -> The voices in his head called the rain to end our days of wild