#kinda scary if you ask me

[dorothywonderland]

BRO LITERALLY DOXXED HIMSELF TO THE CYCLOPS. he was asking to get jumped come on

[bacchuschucklefuck]

pygmalion and galatea for aroace people

you should tell your friends what I look like, riz gukgak.

[trappedinafantasy37]

Minthara: If you annoy me, I will scratch out your eyes. If you ever think of hurting me, I will pluck the thought out of your mind. I will not hesitate to rip your heart out of your ribcage. If you ever dare share your bed with another, eh heh heh, I will cut you where it hurts and ensure you can never experience pleasure again.

Also Minthara:

[patrothestupid]

Tarot card kommish for bigturong and his bf on twuitter

Thank you !

[turtleblogatlast]

i see your post about leo being relieved that hes trans because he learned his stripes would go away and i raise you: leo, who spends his entire childhood in fear because donnie told him that he will lose his stripes when he is younger, only for them all to realize hes trans when they dont

Oh…Leo having so much value in his looks and especially his stripes because they’re what make him stand out the most, and in turn it helps solidify himself a role in the team as the “Face Man.” Sure, he absolutely thinks himself good looking with or without the stripes, but his stripes are striking and he knows it, and they mean more to him than just looks anyway. Knowing all this time that his stripes were going to fade and yet still taking on his title and still being as confident as he is - imagine he’d already come to the conclusion that his worth on the team, in his family, was always on a timer.

Then that timer goes away. And he’s left with relief and tells himself that hey, he’d have been just as cool looking without the stripes anyway! But…he’s glad to keep them. Even if his role isn’t quite just “Face Man” anymore, his stripes are a part of him.

And it’s been really scary to think that someday he’d look in the mirror and see a part of himself missing.

[civetcider]

will NEVER understand people who are like "scary, i don't like this animal gross" and you ask them why and they just say "look at it, it could kill me :( " like SO? i asked if you like and respect them as fellow living things on this beautiful planet not if you would give it a hug brother

[rosiespokemontwitterau]

Life won't give you lemons everybody! (^o^) /🍋

[swugflower]

After reading the word or name Jerma so many times on this hellsite and having no idea who or what that is, I can’t believe I finally got my answer from a very long DougDoug video I watched at 1am.

And nothing could have prepared me for the realization that Jerma is in fact a real life human being.

[here-there-were-dragons]

i'm seeing three times as many people bitching in the tag about the very idea that someone might not like this breed than i see people actually expressing unambiguous dislike for this breed

[ravenlikesbooks]

life kinda feeling like AJR's "3 o'clock things" rn

[metallicat777]

What on gods green earth is skibidi toilet

[nocentis]

Honeysuckle

⚶ ┆ Between his teeth and beneath his nails, an airy fruit light as love is bitten down to the rind. Even with his mouth full of pulp he finds himself desperate for her taste.

A sigh echoed and swallowed, kept locked in his chest like a secret. He held his breath until it burned; savored every hitch and every hum of her sacred song. Each curse spoken like a prayer, like praise; wept like gratitude wrenched raw from the soul — raked clean and spit out like the pit of a cherry. When he's forced to breathe, she is the hallowed riptide, and he would be blessed to drown in her lush.

Ripe as a peach at the crown of her cheeks; soft red flush so sticky sweet. Another of her colors comes to life in his mind. One shade closer to the divine.

⚶ ┆ Woven together like lace under the pale light of a waning moon. He can't be sure where he ends and she begins. She pierces straight through him like he belongs to her, and in some capacity, he knows that he does. There is no room left in his heart for desire of this nature. It has reached its bounds and collapsed inward on itself — a singularity the size of her that takes of these moments and stretches them infinitely, ever deeper, ever denser; inescapable.

Too much would never be enough and yet he counts every falling grain of timesand, tallies them up, and says his Hail Mary's in correspondence. Blessed is he for these hands to hold her, for these eyes to view her, for this mouth to speak her name. Blessed is he for the breath and the bread, the water, the whine.

Under his breath, to no god in particular, he issues his thanks.

"You're still awake." Her voice is strained by the small hours. The calm is sweeping her away and yet she remains afloat, waiting for the rise and fall of his chest to slow before she sinks into sleep. "Your train leaves early. You should rest."

His own voice is gravelly, thick with syrup, when he attempts to quell, "There will be another train. There is always another train."

There is nothing more important than this — her head on his chest and his fingers in her hair, scarlet as the sun's kiss and softer than silk.

She shifts so that she can look at him, and the nightglow catches the honey of her eye. "You should rest," she reiterates, and though she aims to chastise, he can feel her care bleeding through her touch.

"I will," he promises, though he chooses not to specify when. "I'm not ready for tomorrow."

He feels her hum before he hears it. Gentle as a lullaby, it dims his vision, and he finds a brief reprieve inside his eyelids.

"You're ready," she assures, succinct as ever.

"You're right," he concedes through a sigh, "I don't want this to end."

"Then don't end it," she slides her hand into his, weaves their fingers together in an airtight knit, "Water it. Let it grow. Keep it alive while we're apart."

He responds first through a light squeeze, a bit of humor trapped in his chest, and he can't deny that, "There are some things even I can't kill."

[letsplaythermalnuclearwar]

ok so today my parents were like "hey we're short on volunteers at soup kitchen can you help" and me and my sister we're like 'yeah sure' cause yeah why not

so we go to soup kitchen and it's a million degrees because it's Australia and it's summer and we can't turn the fans on so everyone's super hot. we start setting up (pulling out chairs, setting the tables, defrosting the soups, etc.) when suddenly I feel, like, abdominal pain

and I think that's probably fine cause I'm on my period and also I'm not great at body signals so I probably just need to go to the bathroom. so I start walking to grab my bag and in the time it takes to cross a room I feel really bad. like 'my-skull-is-too-thick,-my-skin-is-melting,-I-can't-breathe-properly,-and-my-bones-have-turned-to-moss' kinda bad

so I'm crouching on the floor of this church kitchen and it's suddenly occurring to me that this is a very serious problem maybe. so between hyperventilating (which I'm vaguely aware I shouldn't be doing but also I literally couldnt care less rn) I start calling to my dad and saying that I feel bad (apparently my dad was in middle of straining some incredibly hot pasta and this was pretty stressful for him)

and by this time I'm lying on the floor of this actually quite dirty church kitchen and basically all logical thought is gone and I'm aware of nothing aside from how incredibly hot I am and this lady getting me a pot in case I throw up. and my dad says "you can't lie down here" and he and some others help me get to my feet and before we leave I grab my bag because in my I head I still just need to go to the bathroom or something

so I'm led out of the kitchen and into the hall by the hand by a girl who I've met exactly twice and there are homeless people around but I'm totally unaware of them and my head feels bad and if feels like my skin has started evaporating into the air so I'm some vaguely human shaped cloud and we're at the door to leave the hall

and then I'm on the bench outside, hearing my Mum say "call triple zero" which is pretty concerning because that's the emergency number you only call if someone is maybe dying and I honestly think that shocked me into waking up

I open my eyes and suddenly I'm convinced I've made the whole thing up (I tell a lot of stories in my head and this would not be the first one where I have some sort of medical emergency) because there's no way I actually collapsed on the floor of the church kitchen. that's stupid and weird and there's no way that happened

and I ask what's going on and also where I am because despite this being my church that I've been going to for literal decades I just don't remember getting to this bench outside. and now that I'm awake, I feel really lucid and my mom says not to call triple zero cause i seem ok

anyway I apparently passed out for a few seconds and also stopped breathing and locked my jaw and my lips turned blue. so that's pretty bad. but I got some icy poles and watched epic the musical animatics after so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it could be worse

[architectureenthusiast]

Everytime my sensor alarm goes off I get filled with indescribable rage.

Like shut the fuck up why are you making noise I will look when I care to or when it's convenient to me 😭

Why are you so obsessed with me 😭

[dhmis-autism]

did another quick dhmis rewatch my thoughts are thusly:

duck and yellow friendship FOREVER I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

duck best character ever created ever invented

red guy still scares me and i had to skip the end of transport bc he made me so uncomfortable.

like somehow this rewatch made me like him LESS and he was already my least fave of the main 3

baker terry i love you goodnite

[shyspider]

I hope its not too weird of me to come out and say this but I hope you're doing okay. I've seen some of the things you've said and that you're not feeling yourself and I want you to know that its okay to take breaks and time to yourself. I hope you're putting yourself first........ and drink water.

I'm drinking black coffee straight from the pot - is that the same?

Okay but no seriously, I teared up some and of course I'm going to deflect with humor and say everything is just a struggle right now but I'll be okay. But I've been saying I'll be okay for months and I'm still trying to get out of this funk. I don't like getting personal and would rather suffer silently, but fuck it - new year. I'm stepping out of my comfort zone for a hot minute.

I'm grieving. No one died. Just the dynamics of a relationship changed, and it's affected me deeply. I AM putting myself first, and that's why it hurts. It's affected my writing (thank the muses I spent my hiatus finishing the fics so I have stuff to post) where I struggle to focus. I struggle answering comments with that ❤️ energy I like putting out in the world. I struggle with thinking about Transformers, because that person cultivated my love for them, and is deeply tied to it all.

I'm actively working towards healing. I'm determined to be okay, someday. I just hate that it might take a while. I'll still post regularly, but I'm sorry I haven't been putting out the positive vibes, lately.