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[eclvpses]

one bright morning goes so easy darkness always finds you either way it creeps into the corners as the moment fades a voice your body jumps to calling out your name but after this i'm never gonna be the same and i am never going back again

depictions of grief, overdosing, blood, and seizures below!

Once upon a time, New Year’s Eve had been Leo’s favourite holiday. Over the years he’d done the traditions - thought of resolutions and never not once followed through with them. If he really wanted to change something, he’d just do it. He’d had the sloppy midnight kisses, mostly with strangers. And when blacked out, so he never actually remembered them. None of them had ever really mattered, anyway.

He’d been mindlessly brushing his fingers through the tendrils of Philomena’s hair when he’d come to again. Going over how the night had played out over and over again in his head - it was supposed to be a good day. Leo had dressed up. More than dressed up, he’d tried and gone above and beyond because it was supposed to be a good day that led to a good night. He’d had his midnight kiss, held them by the waist to his side now, but he still felt carved out and worn. It was supposed to be his favourite holiday, and he’d ruined it royally. Leo was volatile when he was worked up, he knew that, but he didn’t know why he always took it out on the people he loved the most. You weren’t supposed to bite the hand that feeds you, but Leo had made a habit of turning his loved one’s limbs into a four-course meal with how quickly he could lash out.

“Gonna hit the bathroom.” With the hand still entwined through Philly’s locks, Leo bunched the strands and gave a light pull so that they’d tilt their chin back, allow him access for a quick kiss. They didn’t need an excuse to kiss Philly, but did it at every opportunity anyway. “If I’m not back in five minutes call the cops,” It was a poor excuse for a joke, given everything going on, but between the chaos of the last few months and Philomena’s own desire to cheer Leo up once they’d explained how they’d all but attacked Spencer and Junior, it felt weirdly appropriate.

There was a piece of Leo’s soul that’d been ripped into like a rabid dog and chewed to pieces when they lost Finn. Missed him so desperately that sometimes they couldn’t breathe. And it was easy to ignore amongst the other pains - stronger than anything else, but it meant more focus on the issue, made it easier to soothe over. It was like rubbing neosporin onto a third degree burn that fused a hole all the way through his chest cavity, but Leo had gotten good at sweeping it under the rug. He didn’t mind burying it, even if the smell of his ignited flesh choked everyone in their path. It was when the missing became evident that it became an issue. Leo had to face the fact that Finn was - dead and gone, and Spencer should move on with his life. Leo had said it once to him, that he still wanted nothing for the best for Spence and that they’d be by his side all the while. And then it’d gotten too much and Spencer had up and left and Leo - stayed and burned alive.

“Excuse me, sir.”

When the hell had Leo made it to the bathroom? And how long had he been standing there, stunned, instead of going inside? Blinking past the fog in his brain, Leo turned to glance at a server holding a singular flute of - whatever it was, it wasn’t champagne. The colour was too dark, but they still smiled at him expectantly, like he’d ordered whatever they were holding.

“I didn’t get a drink or anything. Must be some other handsome devil running around you confused me for.”

“It was ordered for you! Compliments from -.”

“Yeah, okay.” Leo didn’t need to hear more. The room had been spinning not long ago - drowning their sorrows in shots and one pill too many, and this had meant to be their break. He could see somewhat straight again, one more drink couldn’t hurt. Downing half in one, hasty gulp, Leo raised it in a cheers before finally making his way into the bathroom.

Staring at his reflection is like staring at a ghost. He’s sallow and clammy - it’s not a becoming look. A combination of the drugs and being so shaken up over the night. And his head, a relentless pounding behind his eyes that’d started a while back and only worsened as the night went on. With a trembling hold, Leo pressed his thumb and middle finger over the sockets while finally finishing off the offered drink. He’s parched, suddenly, and hot. So fucking hot - his skin really is starting to melt off of him. It feels like they’re on the brink of a panic attack and Leo’s not sure how to deal with that then. It’d been years since they’d had one, and Leo really can’t imagine dealing wi

-dying. I’m dying.

This had happened before. Multiple times, in various stages, but only once this bad. It was the only way he could figure out how he went from Point A to Point B - in front of the washroom mirror to staring at the ceiling. So he’d fallen, obviously. Collapsed, more like. And his head still hurt, but in a different way now. Still behind his eyes, feeling like they were about to pop out of his skull with how badly his brain throbbed - probably was swelling, that happened didn’t it? When someone was drugged, overdosed? His mum had joked he had brain damage from the last time, that he could use it as an excuse now when people realised he was all beauty and no brains. If only she could see him now. He must’ve hit his head on the way down. Leo couldn’t see out of his right eye, and he couldn’t tell if it was because of how hard his skull had cracked against the granite countertop or if it was just from the blood streaming down his face.

Assess the damage.

They heard Finn’s voice in their head. He’d talked Leo through a particularly bad night once, when they weren’t sure if the hospital was necessary or not. “Okay, lay it out for me Leo. Assess the damage. How bad we talking?”

Start from top to bottom. He already knew his head was bad, and it was causing his eyes to be bad. His mouth - was full of bile and foam, and it had no place to go except out of his nose. His jaw had locked, so there went calling for help. Everything else felt - hot and numb. There was no moving even i

Get it together!

They were seizing. Had been, were? Leo didn’t know up from down anymore - airway effectively closing now. The acidity of their own stomach acid burned their throat something fierce, but with his throat refusing to cooperate, it couldn’t even dribble out of his nose now. Foam still tried to bubble up and out between clenched teeth, but merely sat stagnant, rotten in his mouth. His body heaved, gagged around it, no exit causing him to regurgitate over and over. He was crying, probably - it felt like elastic bands were snapping over his eyeballs, blood vessels bursting with the strain. They remembered that well last time, had nearly gone blind from it and weren’t convinced his sight ever fully returned.

If it weren’t for the pain, Leo wouldn’t be surprised if they were crying just because they were scared. They weren’t really a crier ever, especially when faced with fear - anger was their go-to, but this was it. There was a murderer running rampant, and he’d been stupid enough to take an unsolicited drink from someone just because of a petty fight he wanted to forget about that he had no business starting in the first place.

Philly would find him. The thought ripped something out of him - a garbled whine that was meant to be a cry for help, so that someone, literally anyone would find him instead. He didn’t even care about living or dying, about when he’d be found, it just couldn’t be Philomena who wandered into the bathroom expecting to find him with a smarmy grin, waiting for them all the while. But they didn’t move, and their voice was useless. They’d never felt so useless in their life.

He wanted his brother. Any of them - Leo would even settle for Mikhael at that point. Finn wasn’t there to comfort him through this, Sawyer was sober and why shouldn’t she be? She’d seen Leo like this once before and it’d nearly killed both of them. Philomena couldn’t see this, premeditated grief wracked through Leo like a tidal wave at the thought. Leo wanted Junior. He was smart in these situations, he never panicked, he’d know what to do. Or maybe it’d be nice - just being held while he went. 

Stop. This isn’t how it’s meant to end. Get up.

Finn’s voice was soothing, at least. He was right - this wasn’t how the night was supposed to go. New Year’s was Leo’s favourite holiday, and he’d had a plan. But if he had to go, he was comforted just a little to know his cousin waited for him. That had to be what this was, his own version of holding Leo back at the shoulders, pushing him away from the metaphorical warm, white light that threatened to consume him.

He would’ve said something different to Philly if he knew that’d been his grand send off. The last time he saw them. The last time. He hadn’t even had the chance to kiss his favourite freckle just beside their temple. Leo was no poet, far from a genius, but he’d much rather spend his last moments stroking alongside that freckle - but Philomena had said they’d find each other in every lifetime, in every universe. He’d just have to remember to tell them how much he loved that freckle in the next one.

Voices - there were people, just outside the washroom door. Chatting casually, verbose and loud. They sounded like they were a jackass in a business suit, sniveling down at the wait staff for the amount of time it took to get a refill on his champagne, but Leo could kiss him. He just might, if he would just open the fucking door.

Please. This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go, I’m not ready. Open the door. Jesus Christ open the fucking door - just open the door, open the door. Open the door! Open th

[zhrixx]

:D

[aryomengrande]

왜 이런 내 맘을 아직 몰라? happy birthday, shinichiro ! (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)♡

[hermywolf]

[amazegallery]

Mais que amigos, friends!

Eu estava ouvindo VIXX quando lembrei desse dia kkkkk Não me controlei e acabei fazendo essa capinha. Disponivel para doação aqui, veja a disponibilidade das capas aqui. Post: 19/09/24

Dessa vez eu fiz um videozinho monatando ela, mas acabei esquecendo de colocar pra gravar a tela inteira hihi, mas ta ai pra quem quiser ver.

[gender-premium-tm]

For the 6 characters ask I’m throwing Sanji your way

my boy!! my silly little guy!!! it may have been obvious but i loveeee drawing him

edit: changed the background bc i didn’t like it

[ninximagiccat]

Leo and Ester future

[haystarlight]

Sometimes argie people be like:

"Oh, Lionel, we're really in it now"

[solojavi1996]

No saben valorar.

Créditos al dueño de la foto.

[date-prisa-estamos-leyendo]

Cada visita a otra casa, cualquier cosa, parecía una excursión al mundo de la dicha ajena.

Un lugar soleado para gente sombría, Mariana Enriquez.

[berry-s0da]

Con razón juega poquito últimamente, se lo quieren encuerar

[sublecturas]

"Pocopán", de María Elena Walsh en la #LíneaC

[zhrixx]

Use a scene from the Korra series as a reference.

[leohiranc]

' ¿no crees que planean robarle gomitas a une heride, cierto? ' presiona sus labios en una fina línea, todavía no tiene instrucciones de levantarse de la cama, vendas cubriendo torso y hombro cubren cuerpo. le duele, no lo iba a mentir, aún así no soporta estar acostado sin nada que hacer. última gomita que le habían proveído al llegar estaba en su bolsillo y la cuidaba como si fuese más preciada posesión. claro, eso no se lo diría a nadie por su propio bien. ' parecen que fuesen a atacar a los dueños de las cabañas en cualquier segundo ' lo dice por grupo de vástagos que observan a personal con ojos predadores.

[arcy-lethra]

Parloteando sobre wips touken que nunca terminaré (probablemente) mientras tengo una migraña, náuseas, dolor de garganta.

Alerta de nsfw en algún punto de la charla.

De solo leer el título acabo de recordar que Kaneki va a intentar conquistar a Touka a como dé lugar usando costumbres muy raras de los lobos. Va a rogarle, sí, definitivamente, como debe ser.

Kaneki no asistió a su primera cita, muy mal.

Recuerdo que estaba leyendo orgullo y prejuicio cuando empecé esto, las historias costumbristas solo hacen que quiera escribir sobre kaneki y touka viviendo en una pradera y sus trabajos del día a día (campesinos? herboristas? profesores de campo?). De hecho, cuando tenía 15 empecé algo así, pero creo que lo borré porque me parecía una tontería.

Y esto no creo que esté bien escrito, pero PERO puedo sentir el feeling (creo que no tiene sentido lo que acabo de decir), si tan solo no estuvieran con la mirada de todos encima. Y ese es solo el comienzo. Este es un: Kaneki cae primero, Touka más fuerte. Se supone que sucede en la boda, lo cual pasa en el segundo capítulo?? Claro, es un matrimonio arreglado, debe empezar por ahí.

OH, Touka ya tiene una mordida, la de su antiguo esposo, que era el primo de kaneki. Sí, un embrollo lo que hago. Un poco de negación, pero esos dos quieren besarse y prácticamente hundirse en la habitación más oscura para follar como conejos

Su smut gratis, porque todos deberíamos poder leer más smut touken en esta vida

No tiene orden, simplemente se me ocurren partes así y digo: podría servir. Nunca las termino. Creo que en algún lugar guardé uno donde se quedaban pegados, bruh, kaneki es un lobo, así es la anatomía, pero hasta aquí el parloteo. Sonó mi alarma.

[witchdemons-oc]