#im at work rn i cant think of words

[felgueirosa]

there is being more attractive accessibility/disability/medical gear/equipment/garments made but where are the nice compression garments?!

[targarrus]

does it look okay? i cant tell anymore

anyway nace jordan

[uzukali]

theres just something about S6 vitalazam and subzam specifically that is soo... idefk bro im freaking gonna kms

[tearfest]

sorry to log on n rant but i need to rant

[oceanwithouthermoon]

"toxic yaoi" this, "healthy yaoi" that, WHAT ABOUT JUST PLAIN MESSY YAOI.

boy A, boy B, and boy C are all mutually in love but A has decided to only pursue B because he thinks being in love with TWO people is weird and he knows C is very closed off, but B is the one with the heaviest internalized homophobia so its really difficult.. C sees A courting B and is like "guess im fucked, no chance with either of em" and avoids the other two like the plague, but B is also trying really hard to avoid A when he realizes whats going on because hes scared of getting in a relationship with him and thinks that if/when hes forced to directly reject him then he'll lose him even just as a friend, so hes trying to seek out C as much as possible so that he'll have at least one of his loves when he loses the other.. A realizes B is avoiding him, and now hes ALSO seeking out C, not to pursue him but for comfort and because he thinks hes lost B.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[grapecaseschoices]

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[smokeys-house]

The heat of summer has taken from me the ability to write so until it cools down consider me retired

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

trick to fun dialogue is just to make it a little hard to understand. maybe thats a cheap trick but i dont care

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

OH I DO ACTUALLY HAVE ONE QUESTION IM CURIOUS ABOUT & i dont Think it'll be big spoilers? feel free 2 ignore if it is. but like wheree is rockfall/newhaven/surrounding area, like, geographically. assuming the country they're in is somewhat analogous to the usa. r they east coast west coast midwest.... i wanna knoww... 👀👀👀

OH OH UHHHH. THERE IS ACTUALLY A MAP theyve neber posted it because its pretty much just taken directly from the mutants and masterminds rulebook with a handful of names and places changed (i cannot send it to u yet bc there are a few places u havent heard of yet so remind me to do that later) BUT. IF I REMEMBER CORRECTLY. rockfall is either slightly north or south of new haven, new haven is on the east coast, [other big city u dont know the name of yet] is also on the east coast "a few territories away from new haven" so like. a couple states i guess (?), deadwood is pretty far away to the west, like. roadtrip/fly in a plane length away .

[professionallydeadinside]

sometimes I have nothing to say to you but just have this strong urge to send you an ask & this is one of those times. Hi! Hope you're having a good day <3 same goes for Kirk, Silas, Yati and whoever hangs around this blog, I hope you all are having a lovely day today. Bye bye now :)

HIIIII THIS IS GREAT TIMED BECAUSE IM NOT HAVING A GREAT DAY BUT I LOVE GETTING ASKS SO THANK YOU WKAJHGFDSDFGHJJH :DD

[marv3l-drag0ns]

there are so many things to do and i am just a little guy

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[ragnars-tooth]

I forgot time... passes

So if im unable to wrestle this fic chapter by new years I will throw you some other tldc wip snippets as a little present!! (I will probably do this whether I finish the chapter or not)

[chaninfused]

me finding the person who hid this fic from me for years

caged in this lullaby ⤖ lee felix

❖ genre : assassin au; cop au; action; fluff; angst

❖ word count : 7,2k.

❖ warning : explicit language, mentions of blood, arson & violence 

❖ summary : felix ultimately lets go of all and allows himself to drown in the ashes of bitter tragedy to see what stays. the last thing he’d expect is a stranger with his greatest secret. 

❖ dedicated to @blueprint-han​ : a continuation of aria of an assassin. song used — the lullaby by sophism, all credits to the owner. 

prologue.

Fire cares not for the time it vanishes, only that it gives the world heat and light.

The entire building burns deeply in red, orange, and yellow. The cries of the neighborhood echoes into the night with sirens blaring in the background. Your frozen figure can only watch in terror as glowing embers dance and twirl, searing through the ground, ripping through the roof in despair. Tendrils of smoke are reaching into the sky desperately as if attempting to escape the blazing inferno below.

Keep reading

[dyed-petals]

i had a dream my parents gave me up when i was young. i came home from school one day and they told me they didnt want me anymore.

but that isnt what the dream was about. i knew that already.

it was a dream about being wanted.

my older cousin had a room for me, a whole country away, with exposed auburn wood and a big bed. big canvasses, with tubs of paint. a soft carpet. billboards for photos of memories i would make. set up for me like the aquarium for a long waited fish of an excited child.

que parecidas from the lips of relatives and strangers alike. it means ‘how seeming’. or ‘how belonging.’ they were commenting on how we look alike. we do. i could almost let myself forget i wasnt always here.

my cousins children became my little sisters. i did ballet with mis hermanitas down the hallways of our home. they dont know theres someone who called me hermanita too - i could almost let myself forget that, too.

my old friends called me sometimes, but less and less, as i started forgetting english. maybe as i forgot the words for friend and mom and sister i’d forget them too. maybe i could let myself remember only amigo y mamá y hermana. only the ones that wanted me.

but not when you called me. i could feel the dream realize - i didnt know you yet when i left - you can’t be here. large oilspilled hands replaced your face with someone else. someone who made sense in a timeline where i am wanted. you don’t make sense here. but you wiped off all the other faces. it was always you. breaking through. reaching out to me.

i couldn’t forget. not you. i wished i could. i clung to this dream where i was wanted. i didnt want to remember. you hugged me as it begun to rain. the murals i painted on my walls washed away drop my drop. until downpours claimed my dance trophies and tutus. my pictures of made-up friends. the walls dripped bare until through the haze of rain it was my real life again.

but you still hugged me.

it was a dream about being wanted. it still was.