#let's hear it for yearning

[crystallizsch]

okay hi so listen hear me out

sea snake is a bit too obvious (and too boring)

so i made him based on some kind of lionfish??? (bc something something venomous marine animal) also with a LOT of creative liberties i made with how the fish looks like

let’s also give his fins some rips and tears here and there bc what are the implications of that??? that’s for you 🫵 to decide

anyways chat i lowkey dont know what i was doing

i had no other thoughts but haha funny snake man i turn into fish

[nocentis]

╳┆To share even the simplest of his shames is to peel back the flesh one layer at a time, and yet the steady soft of her touch is honey salve to that wound. Featherlight against the rise of his skin and that pattern he's spent so much of his life resenting, faint as a still wind and yet warm. She soothes him through his contrition; lends him the strength to cut sutures sewn far too shallow, to wash the fester from this hurt, dress it new, and leave it in Time's hands. He wants to be that for her — a comfort, and not just a barb stuck too deep to remove; not just a pain familiar enough to curl up in.

When she pulls away, he feels it deep in his chest. The child in him, buried alive, sifts through all of that soot-rot only to find himself stuck behind the cage of his ribs. He can feel those hands, small and brittle as osmium, wrapping and yanking and rattling — making a bitter fuss about the loss. Something even less expected than afforded, and yet one small taste was enough to unearth the taproot of his soul.

She attempts to quell his self-reproach, but her eyes leave his own as her voice thickens. He hangs onto her every word as she slowly unsheathes before him, meeting him where he stands.

His fingers worry against his palm, trying and failing to scratch the marrow-deep itch in his bones. He flexes them once, twice, before he gives in to her gravity — that dense, molten core of hers that keeps him locked in her orbit. Slowly, gently, he slides his hand beneath her own, fingertips kissing her palm, dragging, curling into the base of her fingers.

"If you hadn't changed..." his voice felt small in his mouth — plush like raw wool and too dry to swallow back, "Would that be such a bad thing?"

He allows whim to take him by the wrist. It guides his free hand to her face, knuckles hovering a breath away from the crest of her cheek, and he gathers the scarlet of her first ever armor and tucks it behind her ear. He hovers there a moment, tempted to bury his hand in that lush red, cradle her cheek with his palm, but that hesitation lingers too long, and his hand instead buries itself in his lap.

"I've always admired you," something that went without saying, and yet another thing he'd yet to shove through the mesh of his teeth. "Even when we were children, you were the bravest of us. You smiled through the fear, stayed true to yourself despite it all, and I..." let the hatred become me. Let it take me in mind and soul.

"I have changed. Many times, and in many ways." And in many ways, he's still that same child. Hung up on self hatred and grief. Looking to the stars on the off chance they might rewrite themselves; spell out a new path. Hand-writing his questions, sending them to the heavens, and never updating his return address — maintaining the illusion that someday he can return home to a drawer full of answers.

"I've come to realize that my wish for Death was never anything more than escapism — a misguided attempt at settling a debt unsettleable. I deluded myself into thinking I could atone for all I've done with my life, and yet... atonement was a self-serving ideal. You were right to be angry with me. I spoke thoughtlessly. Thanklessly. You had already lost enough, and I should have known..." the frustration has soured his voice, and so he takes a moment to reel himself back in. A breath in. A breath out. Softer now, he begins again, "I know that was never what you wanted. Even at my very worst, that wasn't what you wanted."

the weight of his tenderness is comforting in her palm, neither of them shying away from the grand gestures their small touches are. they unwrap this wound together, still pulsing and weeping, if only slightly. it’s ghastly, a part of themselves they recognize but still keep to the shadows—to be brought to the light is almost a greater task than having them anatomize it. their fingers sink into the soft tissue of the years before, this time to heal rather than simply remember. her hand stays put on his head, unsure of when to let go, when to hold tighter—when to bite, when to touch. she finds a small comfort in the mindless small repetition of her thumb, only separated by skin and bone from witnessing the flashes of memories and train of thoughts within his mind. 

her eyes never leave his face, almost reveling in the suffocation of anticipation, the tense moment just before a geyser erupts. when he speaks it's a cork pop, as if they’ve finally come up for air only to be met with the biting breeze of the chilled air, but he persist nonetheless. erza, in her own way, persists as she takes his words as he lays himself bare, almost entirely too still when compared to her usual fiery. 

he confesses to thoughts she’d been too blinded by rage to consider, too desperate to cling onto a memory so far in her mind's eye. fingers glide downward, matching in length with his flesh sigil, a whisper of a touch before she pulls back completely. despite it being healed in front of her she vividly recalls it at its youngest, raw and irritated on much more delicate skin. a boy forever marked. he had once held a noose to that boy's neck, despite sharing the same name, and it had scared her—like a beast she flexed her quills, acting on instinct to the prospect of death.

he then confesses to something she's already known, pulls back the curtain on a lie so blatant it felt unfair to have it sit in silence and so she speaks before much thought, “ you’ve never failed me, jellal. you being here now proves that. you were scared, and… ” she hesitates, her throat squeezing around her heart so tight she’s forced to break her gaze. she pulls her own curtain back, heavy in steel. “ and so was i. ”

“ it was just as unfair to expect you to move past everything, to remain that same boy from before—i wasn't the same… or, maybe i was and that’s what upset me the most. ” that little girl is forever buried inside, different parts of her deeper than others and when she finally found a chain linked to hers the cuffs were found empty at the other side. jellal had been the stronger of the two that day, regardless what her words may have conveyed. “ whether or not you lied to me didn’t matter, as long as you could. ”

[thechy-fychannel]

y'all ever think abt how it was julie having the affair and it is even said multiple times that she was the one who left him, yet wilson was still the one who left their home and moved in with house. like. he couldn't bear to stay in their home alone. he immediately ran to house and stayed on his couch for weeks. suffered through his pranks and his laziness and his manipulation. telling him he wants him gone while sabotaging his attempts to leave. and he only left once he got a girlfriend again.

[thesunflowerdyke]

✨butch hands and soft skin✨ part 12.

[hideyourautumn-milkteeth]

Ough. I wish I wasn’t alone rn. I wanna share tea and dance around in the living room and cuddle in my bed and fall asleep next to somebody. :(

[ficauthor]

Mabel really was just fighting a god in the body of her brother and ended the fight by reminding bill that human bodies are not eternal huh. Genuinely histerical that she nerfed him with tickles and dippers preexisting conditions of dumbassery

[noodle-the-queen]

POV you ask me what my fave MLM ships are

I went a little crazy with this one

[las-lus]

Steven universe and its songs still FUCK, I'll never forgive the fandom for making people believe its bad or cringe

[borgialucrezia]

not sure if i've mentioned this before but while i really enjoyed and appreciated how the borgias concluded with cesare fully embracing his villainous side at the peak of his power in rome, i would've loved it if neil jordan had made a film that revived the godfather-esque marketing and storytelling approach! like it would've been so interesting to see cesare in one final chapter similar to michael corleone's redemption arc in the godfather part iii as he attempts to make amends while facing his inevitable downfall since the family's bonds are forever broken and some things can never return to how they were...

[flowercrowngods]

i don't know how to be merely acquaintances when we used to be friends. or i think we used to be. i don't know how to yearn for a simple hello when you've been heaping your affection on me months ago, and i don't know how to talk to you when you won't say anything. when suddenly it's all about me. you know i have nothing to say, you know my brain is void of everything but horribleness and i cannot tell you about my day because i don't even know about my day. i cannot tell you about my day when i know you won't listen, when i know you'll apply your philosophy to my world and don't believe me when i say that everything is terrible. i don't know how to be the person you seem to think i am, or the person you want in your life. i don't know if you want anyone else in your life now that you're in love and sappy, found another recipient for your affections, leaving me empty and wounded and yearning.

you said you missed me. said it many times, while i was gone. now i'm back, have been back, and i wonder how you missed me, why you missed me, when you won't talk to me. i think you mistook missing for worrying. i think you mistook caring for a feeling of obligation. i think you like missing me more than talking to me.

and i think i can't breathe with how much that hurts

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

As a girl who very often falls in love with straight girls and gay guys your gojo and nobara unrequited love post is giving me feelings(tm)

YOU AND ME BOTH ANON 😭😭😭😭 we’re holding hands rn….. sorry/you’re welcome for the Feelings 😔😔 i’m very happy i can feed those of us who exclusively fall for the unattainable <33333

[auroras-void]

God I am fucking pathetic...

My friend: has explicitly turned me down, twice (long story), and I was like "ya yk what I think I'm finally over her, I don't need to think about this again"

*is fine for like month*

Then:

*One particularly lovely phonecall with her and two cute selfies from her in the groupchat later*

"god fucking damn it"

[kenmakaashi]

also I’m so glad that moonlight chicken talked about touch being important to deaf people especially. As the episodes were rolling past, I was thinking about how little touch heart’s probably received in the two (I think) years since he’s been officially deaf with the way he stays home all day and the way his parents communicate with him via notes. he’s had little human interaction for a few years, is probably afraid and overwhelmed with how much his life has changed and his parents aren’t being there to comfort him, instead they’re actively shutting him inside and cutting him of all connection. i can’t even imagine what he’s feeling rn. having someone who wants to be around him and understand him without knowing the him before. with li ming understanding him, he doesn’t have to worry about any thoughts like “did he like me the way I was before?” sure, other thoughts might come like, “am I too much of a bother because I’m deaf?” but how relieving that there’s no seeking to return to the previous self with li ming

[floral-hex]

Okay okay, I usually hate posting selfies, but then again, I also love a little mild attention. So, to strike a balance, here are 4 recent ones, but I’m posting them at 2am so I don’t have to worry about bothering too many people. Yeah? Ok thanks I love you

[oldtreeinanalley]

come with me. lets go to russian karaoke bars by the beach and sing bad 80s pop music

[wowieeitsisa]

My ultimate Spive take is that: Bive will never be ready for a relationship >.<

She LOVES Split, she really does! But diving into how Bive brain works she would probably think something along the lines “my investigations would put her in danger”.

Split would love a proper label for whatever they have, but she knows how patient and understanding she needs to be with Bive, and the chance that her lovely detective will never feel ready and likely is going to reject her, because of how she sees reality