#is that even a tag? i faggot

[giddlygoat]

laughter and shared smiles came so easily between them. from where ford lay on his side on the bed, he had the perfect view: a giggling fiddleford sprawled out lazily beside him, absentmindedly twirling a lock of beard with one pinky finger. it was downright adorable - almost like a snapshot from a bygone era - and ford treasured the sight. 

a kind of soberness suddenly washed over fiddleford, and his eyes became wide. “i jus’ remembered,” he said, barely, looking down. ford somewhat fixed his lax position on the bed in the hopes of expressing his undivided attention. 

fiddleford smiled sadly. “you’d pet my back when i laid facin’ you. it relaxed you.” 

ford felt his face get warm, as if he were the same awkward college kid and not 58 years too old for that. “…yes. it did.” he said dumbly. 

“what did i do when i needed to relax?” fiddleford asked, and his cadence was just too casual for a question like that. like it wasn’t all that important. ford felt something sour curl deep within him. 

“you’d… well, i… i’m not sure. you were always anxious about something.” ford wished more than anything that he had any skill at all in saying the right things at the right times. regretfully, all he could be in this moment was honest. “you fidgeted with your hair often. and mine,” he tacked on, suddenly remembering that detail of their nightly rituals. 

“i think it soothes you when you’re stressed. i see you stroke your beard a lot these days.” ford couldn’t help but smile at the endearing little habit. 

“can’t deny it,” fiddleford said, adjusting his head to get more comfortable in the pillows. then he reached out a slender arm, scratching softly in one of ford’s sideburns. the gesture brought that sour curling in ford’s gut back, but it also brought an overwhelming endearment. he stared at the content expression on fiddleford’s smiling face and greedily committed it to memory. 

“why’re you so down in th’ dumps today?” fiddleford asked, his smile not fading but a genuine concern evident in his eyes. 

“you mean more so than usual?” ford joked, meaning it earnestly.

fiddleford pulled himself up on his elbows, incidentally bringing their faces closer together. “i can… i can smell it all over y’ like the stench of death clingin’ to roadkill. nothin’ escapes me.” 

ford frowned. 

“well, ‘cept fer most o’ my memories, i suppose!” fiddleford giggled. ford frowned harder. 

after a beat of silence, fiddleford realized that ford really didn’t intend to respond. he sighed sadly, slowly leaning back against the headboard. “i know bein’ around me is hard fer you, stanferd. i may be ruined but i ain’t so clueless-” 

“no. no, you misunderstand.” ford corrected him immediately, looking quite fierce. “i feel empty without you,” he said clumsily, unable to properly parse his thoughts in time. 

“but ya also feel empty with me, dontcha?” fiddleford looked genuinely pleading for the first time in a while, and ford’s insides curdled at the vivid pain on his face. “i’m not- things’ll never be the way they oughta, and the both of us is just two sorry suckers, right?” 

“i’m sorry-“ 

“don’t.” fiddleford interrupted sternly, and ford worried that he would start shaking from the effort of holding his outstretched finger still. “don’t go apologizin’ again, or i’m gon’ta… i’ll jus’ tear my beard out.” all the conviction left him, and he stared defeatedly somewhere below ford’s eyes. 

“i’m-“ ford swallowed. “i won’t.” 

a long pause. ford internally scrambled for the right thing to say, eager to put fiddleford’s every worry to rest, but he just wasn’t equipped for that. he had no clue where to even start. what in the world was he supposed to be if not sorry? 

“do ya think y’ could be happy with me, th’ way things are?” fiddleford asked it quietly, his normally shrill voice sounding more weary than anything. 

ford’s chest tightened. if there were one thing in this world he could be absolutely sure of, it’s that he could never leave fiddleford’s side again. “yes. i’ve never been more certain of anything.” he said, emphasizing each word in the hopes of conveying his complete and utter seriousness. 

fiddleford sighed, still searching ford’s face. then he offered the smallest smile, the uncertainty slowly trickling away from his heart. “don’t run off.” he said, turning on his side to face ford. 

“i won’t,” ford promised. he reached over and laid a hand on fiddleford’s spiny back, stroking it soothingly. “i won’t.” 

[barbedwirechain]

[sunriseovergotham]

I hate that little twink Benrey for making bro a part of my vocabulary

[iiscpr]

and ball and chain ad ball abnd ball and chain and ball and

[queer-pagan-witch]

One day I will learn, that just because the bottle is low, does not mean I need to finish off the bottle.

[loadednachosao3]

I broke my stupid keyboard again and it's still functional-ish for now but one key is very much hanging half-off and will not pop all the way back in so. once more my dreams of writing fanfic effortlessly are dashed

gotta wait another few days for my new laptop's replacement battery to get here. sigh. how am I supposed to write Nacho on his period like this

[juggaloyaoi]

wish my wife was warm so she could sit on my lap and heal me

[compassmili]

And dyke, that's another thing I can talk about, the word dyke. In one of the most traumatic times of my life I was called slurs essentially every single day and treated like shit. So to now be older, and while it still really fucks with me, have it be not the sole thing my life revolves around, is nice. And I can take dyke and be like yeah you know what. I do fucking love women!!!!! Dyke alert!!!!!!!!!

[seaslimes]

It is very important to know people who use different parts of the internet. My fiance uses 4chan & I browse Tumblr. This way, we maxmize the radiation from all directions to form a microwave. Only the funny shit survives the nuke, bigotry burned away like so much steam.

[buggo-buggo]

Waow, they are “”homosexual’ 😍! So cool!. Love them.

(Notice how Annasui is fully inside the rainbow)

[pepsipawz]

i really did move to the pnw to live my tranny faggot dreams that my parents warned me about. and it's awesome

[semi-automaticlonelyboy]

I cannot stand to be on twitter today bc they’re rehashing the “punk is about rebelling against what’s popular!!1!11!” debate like dawg,,, not only are you Wrong, the line is “redneck agenda” and maga is the same shit 💀 and oh, im sorry, the song AMERICAN IDIOT wasn’t political before this??? Media literacy is dead.

“But it was new year’s eve, we wanted to escape all that political nonsense!!”

You Cannot have green day on a broadcast where artists play an incredibly short set of their most well known songs in the small time they’re allotted and NOT expect them to whip out one of their MOST POPULAR SINGLES. It is also FUCKING GREEN DAY, a band who has Always been political from wayyy before american idiot’s release (she) to now (the american dream is killing me).

anyways stream the new album Saviors coming out january 19th 🤪

[beskar33]

Kinda neg I guess but I'm live laugh loving about it, no worries

Had such a weird few days in general but huge shoutout to my bae for inspiring me to learn some staff fighting basics yrs ago cos some bitch boy really tried to fuck w/ me on a midnight walk & I managed to get him so good in the head it legit bent my cane lmaooo.

Dude made a sound like a wounded animal & RAN away. Like how much of an absolute wuss do you have to be to try to mess w/ a blind guy and then not even finish the fight😐

[moe-broey]

Something something about how Moe is both and neither due to its failure to perform or achieve "either" set of gendered expectations, regardless of its own personal feelings of gender identity (which is complex in and of itself), which results in it ultimately fitting in nowhere.

[kordbot]

thinkin abt benny tonight

[juggaloyaoi]

attempting 2 draw 4 tha first time in AGES. Wish me luck.