#just come here. come home to me

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[buglyknight]

394) Who Sent You?

Something has to snap, right?

Is it my steadily declining psyche

You-

Yell at me

We stay at the creek

In the trunk

I bring you a smoothie

I don’t really touch mine,

Too busy staring at you.

You’re mad, you said over the phone

I smile as you ream into me

My self-destructive appetite

That forms so eagerly in your absence

How do I keep that at bay?

How do I make you stay?

Not your fault

It's not like it had ever gone away.

We stare at each other for a bit

Don’t say a word

So, who sent you?

You forgot the cards

So, we just talk afterward

About the tattoo shop

About Plunger, your old turtle

Who’s name I forgot

I only remembered it was silly

NOT AGAIN! I'LL REMEMBER!

We talk about my grandparents house

Want to stay there for a week, with me?

It’ll be like that Christmas where I wished to hold you

But never could

When I stared at the mirror

Wanting to materialize through it and find you

Christmas was for the ones we love

Why was I here, with family?

I only wanted to be with you

Maybe in the winter, huh

After your wedding

Keep making all our plans for the winter

I don't think you'll follow through

I think that's the plan, though

You want me to crush your hand

To punch it as hard as I can

To see how it feels

And you do the same but I

Can barely feel it

How can hands like those

Reduce me into nothing but a puddle?

I want to be absorbed into you

Like water into sand

Build a castle with me, won’t you?

Tell me, who the hell sent you?

Oh, how do I explain the roller coaster

Of my butterflies

As you treat me like a dog

Pinch my ear and pull my cheek

Push my chin to the side

Oh I want to collapse, I feel so weak

Grab my hair like you did before

Such wonderful hands I gasp for more

I soar! I soar!

Why am I so into everything you do?

I want to kiss you

You want to slap me harder

I tell you to do it

So, we practice

Rubbing my thumb provocatively

Driving me crazy

When I catch your throat in my hand

You always lick your lips

I stare at your tongue when you do

Press my thumb to your mouth

You smile

Barely open it and hesitate

Tease me without meaning too

I love those teeth

That smile is heavenly

I’ll tease you back

Massaging your thighs

Watch as your eyes flutter

Your hands grasp the air with frustration

Teach you patience

Good girl.

I can feel the heat through the body suit

As I move further up

Then-

Around

Never too close

Only for a moment

Will I press up against you

My finger teasing

“That feels way better”

Than what?

I should’ve asked what you meant

Instead, I indulge in your pleasure

You are at my mercy

I delight in your beauty

You tentatively show me how wet you are

Enticed I want to hold you to me

This sensation, new to me

So many things I feel with you

That I feel with no other

I’ve never been turned on by how turned on the other person was

Always indifferent

“What if I just did it myself?”

You ask,

As if I wouldn’t stop you

I place your own hand between your leg

Show me that frustration

You are too shy

But I was only going to let you for a second

Before I pinned you to the blanket

Stupid girl, you had no clue?

I stare down your shirt hungrily

I try to be respectful with your skirt

Your leggings

You put your hair up and I give you a massage

I try to take in all of your beauty

How do I fit into this heaven?

Can I only have you for a moment?

Once a week?

Is anyone meant to be this happy?

Is it meant to be impermanent?

Is this some forbidden fruit?

I’ll eat it down to the core.

The cyanide will only kill me, eventually

That sounds worth it

Hey, by the way, who sent you?

You tell me to sit on top

I straddle you

Tell you to peg me just like this

Half-joking

And you look so gorgeous like this

I search my brain for words to compare

Perfect to the pores

Dreamy and divine

What words fit your visage here?

I stumble over them,

What fucking word fits more than heavenly?

I can only think of one thing

I ask it

"Who sent you?"

Where did you come from, Lovebug?

Surely somewhere Heaven originates from

So dreamy to me

Let me see the world with your ease.

Who sent you?

To keep me shackled without due

I was made for us, it's true

it's true

I might've missed it

Who did you say sent you?

Surely you transcend even the bounds of heaven

You are the vista of spring

I stand in the winter and wait for your bloom

Permission for life to continue

You tell me I am beautiful here

I feel beautiful, here

Like I am more than I am

I was made for this harmony

Tell me you don’t feel the same

Shatter my illusions

My delusions

Rip me off like a band-aid

Why are you doing this?

This is my favorite moment, here

“Our skin is the same color,

We are the same person”

These things you say

What do you want me to do with them?

I pick them up and I try to hold them

How impossible a task you’ve given

What sense will I etch into my skin?

Made from the same star

We are drawn to each other

So, stay with me, stupid girl

I would love to call you mine

Still, I abstain

Are you a coward?

Or are you certain in this decision?

What do I do with those words?

I pick them up

I carry them with me

How do I put them down again?

Let me take us somewhere else.

Let me know who sent you.

I want to take off my shirt again

As you trace my arms and body

I want to feel your fingertips

Can I really live like this?

In these fleeting weekly moments?

To hold you

I love you always

Never faltered

Is this something I really wasn’t

Meant to find?

To hold onto your bones

Till the end of time?

The way you kiss my cheek when I lie on my stomach

Who sent you, Lovebug?

Are you some assassination attempt?

Is this some cruel joke with a twisted plot?

You're my purpose. no matter what I got

Someone dare you to do this?

Maybe God made you and then sent you to torment me

You the Devil's hireling?

You got a different accent under that American one?

British super spy or an undercover Russian?

I hate that you’re with him

I’m left alone

Why do you still come around?

Why not make me a home?

Whenever you get the chance

I'd love to hear

Who sent you?

And who is taking you away?

Why did you have to go?

Stay with me

Stay with me

[inkskinned]

i had been used for my body before, i didn't mind it. i had a good trick about it - i didn't have to be there, not in my skin. i could wear the mirror, wear the puppet. you would see your perfect girl, a little monster i had concocted. she would glisten, distilled out of my own blood and venom. it meant i would be using you instead - you think you are taking from me? darling, i think this is a fucking joke, a role i am playing. you can't hurt me, i'm not present for the event. this is just a body, like a book is only words.

and then you came into my life, easy and honest. reaching for my hand in the crowded holiday market. passing me a water before i realize i'm thirsty. checking on me once, twice - the first time i said i'm okay, you knew i was lying. i keep thinking about the shape of your blue eyes and the wild of your hair the last time i saw you. how you got out of my car and when you looked back, i was looking back too. your quiet breathing in a hotel room.

you kissed me like you meant it, is the thing.

i don't know how to be a person yet, not fully. i don't know how to let you kiss me and touch bone. i tell my friends i hate this so much i want to throw up. your name slips into my head - i am no longer really ever alone. a little frazzled heartrate keeps splattering against my collarbone. my therapist asked yesterday - why are you afraid? what is the cost of vulnerability?

a terrifying thought: when i'm with you, it feels like finally coming home.

[egophiliac]

CROWLEY SSR THOUGHTS

there is zero basis for this, but I can't get this thought of my head

I don't know why I decided to draw it this way

[benevolenterrancy]

May your hardened heart be woken By the soft and distant song Of all you left here unspoken All the shards we keep stepping on - Take this body home Take this body home Call the wind, and let her know Take this life outgrown Take this broken soul Call the stars, call them all And take it high, take it far, take it home

[bixels]

The idea that uni protesters are "elitist ivy-league rich kids larping as revolutionaries" on Twitter and Reddit and even here is so fucking funny to me if you actually know anything about the student bodies at these unis. Take it from someone who's going to one of the biggest private unis in the US, 80% of the peers I know are either from the suburbs or an apartment somewhere in America, children of immigrants, or here on a student visa. I've heard about one-percenter students, but I've never met one in person. Like, don't get me wrong, the institution as a whole is still very privileged and white. I've talked with friends and classmates about feeling weird or dissonant being here and coming from such a different background. But in my art program, I see BIPOC, disabled, queer, lower-income students and faculty trying to deconstruct and tear that down and make space every day. So to take a cursory glance at a crowd of student protesters in coalitions that are led by BIPOC & 1st/2nd-gen immigrant students and HQ'd in ethnic housings and student organizations and say, "ah. children of the elite." Get real.

[s0fter-sin]

something people just don’t think about is how often chronically ill and disabled people just don’t have access to good food. not healthy food, good food; well made, tasty meals that don’t come from a jar or a freezer. how many of us are housebound or can’t drive? delivery services only offer within certain distances, if you live outside a city they aren’t an option. many people don’t have the energy or ability to cook for themselves if they have the skill to begin with. many certainly don’t have the ability to learn how. it’s something that goes completely unnoticed, just the opportunity to have a good meal and how much that wears you down

[rasoyas]

summer heatwave. 🍊

[bacchuschucklefuck]

okay unironically I love so much that porter is like this world SUCKS its BAD here and it HURTS you why do you care abt it!!! and literally every single bad kid is like ngl we just hate ur ass it does not matter what ur philosophy is

[spotsupstuff]

day 22 and 25 -looks at date- or at least inspired by them

[hayaku14]

PRESENTING MY BIGGEST DELULU CLOWN THEORY OF ALL TIME: THIS IS SHINICHI IN DISGUISE 🤡

[starcurtain]

I have this small, deeply personal headcanon that after his grandmother's passing, Alhaitham's home was so unbearably quiet that he started--just barely, just one or two words--to speak out loud to her as if she was still there.

"I've been accepted to the Akademiya, Grandmother."

"I passed my promotion exams."

"I debated with Haravatat's sage."

Just that, and quiet again.

But one day, it's: "I met someone strange."

"He keeps showing up when I'm trying to study."

"We don't agree on anything. Still..."

"I made a friend."

"Today, Kaveh and I were researching--"

"It's already dark. I didn't realize we spent so long in Razan Garden. Kaveh wanted to hear about my article--"

"He's going to be furious when I tell him the whole point for his portion of the lecture is based on a false predicate--"

The house where his grandmother used to be gets a little louder again; the noise lasts a little longer.

Until one day, when there's no words at all.

One day, when there's just the sound of a single sob, and then a long, long silence.

[14dayswithyou]

Howdy howdy Saint ^^ Get this, Olivia and angel, enemies to lovers. They fight over Ren (or Teo 😋), but it's ok because they just make out in the end!!

Is this in character or no...

cw: Angel puts on gloss in this drabble (they're testin out Kiara's new makeup products), but it's still gender neutral and nondescript!!

Also... Not much enemies to lovers goin on here because I got impatient writing my own build up sgshjghjsjh

"Hmph. I did not get all dressed up just to be ignored like this."

With a slight pout, Olivia slouches against the reception desk and stomps her foot. Her eyes hadn't left Teo and Elanor's figures the moment she walked into the library — that is until you stepped out from the employee's lounge with a new tester product from Kiara in your hands.

Almost immediately, Olivia turns her attention towards you as she slams her hands on the counter in excitement.

"And you... That gloss looks way too good on you to go to waste!" You don't miss the way she eyes your lips curiously. The scowl on her face could've been mistaken for resentment, though her next words only seemed to contradict everything. "Wait... I know that tint— Is it Creston and Co? ...Could I try some? Please!"

With a grin, you gently cup Olivia's chin and lean in. Her eyes widen at your sudden proximity and a small gasp leaves her lips — clearly, she wasn't expecting you to do that — though she doesn't seem to move away. In fact, Olivia only seems to lean closer... Close enough to stand on her tip-toes and press her plush lips against yours.

Something sweet melds with the taste of your own fruity gloss, and you find yourself leaning in for more. Olivia happily obliges, tilting her head to the side with practised ease and gently reaching out to bury her hands in the front of your jacket.

The kiss deepens the moment you feel something warm against your lips, and just as you are about to reciprocate, you hear a deep grumble of someone clearing their throat behind you.

Conan.

Flushed, you pull back almost immediately while Olivia sends you an impish smile. You don't dare to look behind you, though you somehow know that Conan has already retreated into the very same staff lounge you emerged from previously.

"Hehe! Thanks for that!" With Teo now long forgotten, Olivia grabs one of your hands and gives it a gentle squeeze. "Hey... Wanna head to the pier after your shift? I think I'd like your attention all to myself now."

[kagoutiss]

as if it was never there at all.

[tommygotwrittenoff]

crying laughing at the thought of buck inviting eddie to his dates with t because "he really needs to get out of the house" and t is like. fine with it he guesses. but at the end of the night t says pointedly "well, it's getting late. probably time to call it" and eddies just like "oh youre right bye t" and bucks like "bye t" and they leave together and t is just standing there like. wtf???

[getosugurusbangs]

i think i like you best when you’re just with me, and no one else.