#kill me it's so late i'm so tired

[yujeong]

Pete's fever wasn't going down. It wasn't really Pete's fault. He had started eating more regularly, even if slowly to not upset his stomach. (He didn't want to vomit his insides all over the duvet again. It hadn't been a pleasant experience.) He had started sleeping more, too, and even though it had mostly been accompanied by disturbing dreams and could be described as anything but nourishing, at least it was something. This wasn't really Vegas' fault, either. Well. It was. It was difficult to explain, and Pete didn't quite have the mental capacity or the patience to make Vegas understand why he hadn't magically healed in a day thanks to a bowl of noodles, a couple of pills and some bandages wrapped around his torso. In all honesty, that was a lie. Despite Pete's reluctance to admit it, he had been way more patient that he should have. More than he could sustain. Today, his patience seemed to be at its limit. Pete didn't let it show - he never did, he couldn't afford to, not even now - but he could feel it brewing under his skin. The urge to snap at an anxious Vegas hovering above him with blood-shot eyes and trembling limbs was big and tempting, but Pete knew better than to succumb to it. He simply closed his eyes and breathed in through his nose, trying to forget about it. Vegas, of course, wouldn't allow that. "Pete," he heard Vegas whisper. When he didn't respond, Vegas said it again, louder. "Pete. Hey, look at me." Pete did. "Do you not hate me?" Pete didn't answer. "Don't you want to kill me?" Pete sighed. He refused. H wouldn't give Vegas the satisfaction. "How would you do it?" This was starting to get irritating. "Vegas-" "Tell me, Pete. What would you do? Would you use your hands or a weapon?" Pete couldn't escape this. He realized when he looked at the pure desperation in Vegas' eyes. "I'm a bodyguard, aren't I?" he foolishly said, his voice breaking slightly. He lifted his head and stared at the ceiling. He could picture it; him wearing his uniform, blowing Vegas' brains out with his gun. The image brought him no satisfaction. Only a faint sense of dread he couldn't rationalize. Vegas' humming snapped him out of it. "Yes, I can see that. I can't imagine you using a knife, though." Pete felt slightly offended by that comment for some reason. "Why? Don't you think I have the guts?" "It's too... emotional a choice for you. You wouldn't use it to kill me." Right. Pete huffed in amusement. "I guess you're right. I'm not like you." This did the trick. Pete could feel the effect of his words, the hostility Vegas was emitting. It gave him goosebumps, despite the temperature of the room. The sound of the door closing harshly made him flinch, a racing heartbeat remaining for a while afterwards. It didn't bother him. He was finally left alone. It didn't matter if he'd manage to get better or not. If only Vegas could see that.

(A snippet inspired by a scene in the movie "Eileen")

[oneeyedmagi]

Time to summon him again

[jupiter--dream]

(cw vent, sorry it's just been A Couple Of Days)

Not really having many irl friends comes at the price of feeling so terribly lonely, I feel like I have no one to talk to because I'm not close to enough people, or maybe I am and I just haven't talked to them in a while and I don't want this to be our first conversation qwq

I'm honestly just. Tired, tbh qwq

[leofrith]

ooooooh my god i need some fucking joy i need some fucking joy NOW

[halliewriteshockey]

FLASH SALE

Okay guys, you may have seen that I’m moving in a week. To that end, I’m going to be putting my Etsy shop on hiatus until we’re settled in a new place. However, for the next week I would love to clear out my backstock of fragrances and bottles, so I’m offering a sale on every fragrance in stock. This does not apply to scents I’d have to special order.

Here’s how it works: I will create a custom fragrance for you based on your tastes. You can select from my list of in stock oils below, or give me an overall profile, like “woodsy/warm” or “spicy/sweet” or “floral/cool”, etc and I will make one for you based on vibes. A one ounce bottle is $15, a two ounce bottle is $20, and I’m offering free shipping in the United States for the length of this deal!

This offer is good through 5/13, as I will be packing and driving on Sunday, 5/14, so grab it while you can! 

Choose your blend from the list, then send your payment via Paypal or Venmo (@greymichaela) with the combination you want, the size of the bottle, and your shipping address.

Under the cut is a list of my current stock of fragrance oils to choose from:

Warm:

Bay rum

Frankincense

Amber

Sandalwood

Tobacco

Vanilla

Clove

Cinnamon

Cardamom

Black Vetiver Cafe (coffee undertones and spicy and woody notes)

Woodsy

Teakwood

Oakmoss/sandalwod (oakmoss and sandalwood, with tonka bean, cedarwood, and lemon)

Palo Santo (notes of Palo Santo wood, warm amber and soft musk. A soothing, creamy and woodsy scent)

Cypress/citron

Mahogany/teakwood (one of my most popular!)

Pine

Cedar

Cypress/redwood

Cypress

Floral

Lotus blossom

Rose

Flower shop (floral blend of roses and greenery)

Sandalwood/rose

Orange blossom

Lavender

Carnation

Peony

Rose/geranium

Gardenia

Sweet pea

Plumeria

Sunflower

Magnolia

Honeysuckle

Lilac and lilies

Fruit

Raspberry sorbet

Strawberry

Pomegranate

Black fig and honey

Assorted

Lemongrass

Lemon sugar

Orange

Bergamot

Black amber/lavender

Patchouli

Espresso

Sweetgrass (smells like fresh cut grass)

Brown sugar

Honey almond

Peppermint

Verbena

Honey vanilla

Butter vanilla

Silken oud

Cinnamon orange clove

Vanilla cardamom

Marshmallow fireside

Fresh linen

Cool water

Salted caramel

Old time barbershop (Bay rum, sandalwood, and earthy patchouli)

[aria-upside-down]

my friend and I haven't talked in a week, but I don't want to text or call her first this time. It's always me. I'm so tired of being the only one who puts effort in.

[pinkytoothlesso11]

It's been a hot minute since I've posted any art, but I thought it was about time to contribute to the Scrooge bandwagon.

So here's some slightly late Christmas themed art of Scrooge and Prudence, because there's a lack of that in the tags.

[weedle-testaburger]

my least favourite thing in sci fi fandoms is when people get really mad about something which seemed epic turning out to be mundane and thematically interesting instead

[daz4i]

they should invent a me that's dead 🖤

[thecherrygod]

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[lucyvaleheart]

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[jedi-bird]

I asked one question. Did my partner want to do anything or go anywhere before I take a shower. I can't go sit down anywhere but the kitchen chair because I'm sweaty and dirty from the yard. Just a yes or a no. Instead, there's been paper towels thrown, doors slammed, getting up and walking away from me, and a refusal to speak to me. So I'm going to assume that's a no.

[oculusxcaro]

The tap makes a horrid squeak as it forcibly turns, Khare gritting her teeth at the sound - and sight - of murky water pouring forth into the too-small bathtub. The one for hot water goes untouched as well as ignored - it doesn't work anyway and the cold feels much more refreshing even in the tiny unheated apartment she now calls home.

Sinking her lower half into the depths, the waitress breathes a sigh of relief as the chilly liquid hits her skin, instantly soothing the throbbing ache pulsating in her hip. At once the eyes growing there calm, no longer swivelling blindly in non-existent sockets at whatever caught their foul gaze. She sighs again, picking up a bar of cheap soap and debates whether or not it's even worth using before the eyes in her shoulder squirm, vying to be drenched next. It disgusts her, the way they move but more than that she disgusts herself, Khare doing her best to hold back bile while peeling off the bandage protecting her forearm. Already the eyes there have grown back, looking angry and red as they too squirm to which she obliges, dunking her aching forelimb into the watery depths until they settle down. After she'd soaked for a couple of hours, she'd take the pumice stone to them again, scrubbing and scrubbing until they'd all rubbed off and turned the murky water an even filthier shade than it was to start with.

[chrisbangs]

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[swxppedshitposts]

It's pretty fun but also kinda sad that Alex can pick up on patterns in other people's behaviour extremely easily and can predict their intentions almost spookily well, but when that same person is talking to him, his own personal hang-ups and paranoia entirely skew his judgement

So like he can tell just from observing the behaviour of a distant colleague's new boyfriend from afar for less than five minutes that he has ulterior motives for being with her, but if that same guy walked up to him and turned out to be a fan who then paid him a genuine compliment, he would perceive it as insincere because his personal perception of himself and the intentions of the universe toward him in general due to his curse and his constant paranoia messes with his judgement

Or like he can physically see and perceive that someone is stone cold sober but if they flirt with him he assumes that he must have missed something and that they're probably drunk because why else would anyone do so unless their mentality was critically impaired in some way?

But he gets annoyed with Louise for not always being able to tell when other girls at the bar are just pretending to be nice to her, and at Caroline for wondering whether or not her current boyfriend is lying to her over text about where he is and who he's with, because he can read into people's typing patterns scarily well within just a few minutes of studying it and the truth is just glaringly obvious to him.

But if Caroline just casually texts him "What's up? :)" one day, he's unsure if she is truly just asking him 'what's up' or if it's preceding some kind of further interrogation that he should being to prepare for, despite having known her personally for many years

[pancake-breakfast]

Trying to grow my hair out like Geto's. When I say I want that man's hair, I mean it will be mine and I cannot be stopped. My hair has never been softer. How has this happened? Is his hair this soft? Is this part of my inevitable descent into being a supervillain? Will I, too, make a really bad (if understandable) choice and then sunk cost fallacy my way through the next 10 years until I inevitably get my ass handed to me in a heated battle with a teenager and get finished off by the love of my life?