#mm lyrics

[tmbmtb]

I don't wanna know who I am 'Cause heaven only knows what I'll find I don't wanna know I'm not capable of coming out alive I don't wanna see what's inside I think that I would rather be blind I don't wanna know I'm not capable, I'm capable

✯ It's Alright, Mother Mother

[oceanic-frog]

because we could stay on the watch for sunset! but I can't help from asking are you bored yet? and if your feeling lonely you should tell me! before we end up as another memory. will you tell the truth so I don't have to lie???

[fandomandangstlover]

wings stained crimson, with blood that's not his own.

[mxrcusflint]

You are my favorite what if You are my best I'll never know x

[neoxghoul]

melanie performing at the trilogy tour in palm desert, california last night

[scarylarry376]

Raph gets in a school fight !! This wont have any long term consequences right? also possible scene from my fic <3

the song however I think we all know it

[nosleep83]

Thinking abt just how emotional Mutant Mayhem really is at its core. Thinking abt how Mutant Mayhem actually addresses how emotionally hurtful it is for the turtles to be considered monsters. Thinking abt how it knows they’re just kids. More than any other version of tmnt yet

(This is messy lmao sorry guys)

[fallstaticexit]

Our fav mommies and little Mateo. Can't wait for their missing moments episode <3

[mackachu1212]

Fritz and his Half Decade Hangover Ammiright

[probablygayattorneys]

how evergreen, our group of friends

don't think we'll say that word again

[not-with-you-but-of-you]

In The Bracebridge Dinner episode, instead of playing Björk’s Human Behaviour, they should’ve gone with Venus as a Boy — the obvious counterpart to Rory’s Girl from Mars.

[rockwgooglyeyes]

POST ROUND 21 LOG (POV Dian)

Please, just this once, keep singing for a bit longer Even without a melody, even with this loneliness - Please, just a little, keep talking for a little longer Even without words, even if it's just memories

After last time, Dian makes sure to take time to sit down and watch Himei's round. He doesn't really know why Teneb still lets him watch these, when they've obviously effected him so, but he is not one to question her judgement, especially when it works in his favor. He finds himself smiling as he watches Himei, her long hair flowing out behind her as she spits out caustic chords. He's so proud of her, she looks stunning and she gives a different impression than she had in her previous performances, a cold air of superiority and calm. He huffs a laugh to himself at the way she sneers and rolls her eyes as she dances across the stage, but he can see the tears in the corners of her eyes as she belts out the chorus, his stomach twisting. Dian can no longer say that he doesn't understand the naked desperation in her eyes. He, too, has been broken by circumstance, by the clash of tectonic plates against each other, the cause of their pain inevitable but no less painful for it. In every flash of teeth up on stage lies latent threat, when muscles twitch there's no telling whether it tells violence or collapse, every breath has a little bit of a tremble in it, exposing the cracks in the foundation.

Perhaps that's why Dian isn't surprised when Noora throws Himei to the ground and beats her black and blue. He could see the tension in Noora's every tendon, she bit out every word as if it hurt her, acid on her tongue. She fought fiercely but even the audience could see the way her jaw trembled, her ankles buckling underneath her own weight, her eyes flashing whenever the scores pitched in Himei's favor. It's more or less expected that when Himei is declared the winner, Noora goes for the throat, pummeling Himei into the stage floor. He does have to cover his mouth with a hand to keep himself from vomiting when the bullet cuts through Noora's neck, gore exploding all over Himei's bruised face.

It's selfish but he wishes he could talk to Himei. He knows he will have to wait, that the embargo will be over soon and he can finally visit her (and the ghosts of those who didn't make it this far.) All he wants is to pay his respects, kneel at the altar of the Great Anakt and sob out apologies, whisper out prayers of happiness in an afterlife that Nyx always said never existed. Is that so much to ask?

I will, just a little, keep loving you for once Even without you saying anything

Sucking in a shaky breath, Dian turns off the livefeed, the screen going dark.

There are eight of the competitors left alive. Himei is only one of them. She is undoubtedly set to die, soon enough, like the rest. Solei is a fugitive, Aurien, too, something that makes Dian's head hurt when he thinks too much about it. Rose died, the head of a flower chopped off with no remorse. The ghost of Flor still haunts him, glimpsing her in crowds and catching her in the mirror only to blink and she's gone, again. He didn't think it would hit him this hard, to see his classmates' corpses strewn about on the floor. No wonder Teneb came to test him, it only makes sense to think he might lose his nerve.

"Funny how this dressing room has a window," a familiar voice remarks. Dian shakes his head, closing his eyes and trying to ignore the voice. It is just his subconscious taunting him. Nyx isn't really here. Nyx is dead and gone. "Too easy to break into, really."

"Not today, please," Dian says underneath his breath, finally opening his eyes and meeting the gaze of this impostor. The impostor raises an eyebrow in question and Dian nearly smiles at the action that's textbook Nyx. "Look, I can't do this today. You're not real, and I don't have the time." The Nyx lookalike frowns, pursing its lips.

"Mmkay," it acquiesces. "Test me, then. Let me prove to you that I'm real." Dian sighs and beckons the Nyx lookalike forward. If this Nyx is a figment of his imagination, then this will go well. If this is the real Nyx, well, who the fuck knows what will happen. The Nyx lookalike blinks and comes closer.

"C'mere," Dian tucks his finger into Nyx's belt loop, reeling Nyx in. Nyx's face pinks slightly at the intimate proximity and he goes completely still when Dian kisses him. He pushes Dian back, gently, just the palm of his hand against Dian's shoulder.

"I, Di," he stumbles over his words, pale face turned a deep pink. Huh. Real Nyx, then. Only the real Nyx would react like this. "Why was that the test? What if someone had been pretending to be me?!" He demands, voice pitching upwards.

"It wouldn't have been," Dian explains absently, smoothing out Nyx's hair. He feels detached, separated from his body, which is the only reason he's not breaking down right now. Or he could be breaking down, right now. Maybe this is what a breakdown is. "You have a certain way of talking that you only use with Cas and me." Aurien, too, his mind adds, but she's gone.

"Then," Nyx hesitates, looking down at the floor before glancing back up to meet Dian's eyes. "Then, why did you kiss me?" Ah, yes, the most difficult question of all to answer. Dian might as well be honest.

"I kissed you because if you kissed me back, then you wouldn't have been real," he answers, sighing and stepping past Nyx to look out the window. "It's a more efficient test than asking you a question. If you were a figment of my subconscious, you would know everything I do."

"I don't understand." Dian turns around, trying his best to keep his face blank while he replies,

"I'm in love with you." Nyx takes a sharp inhale, his platinum eyes widening as he stares at Dian in shock. Dian swallows down the bile rising in his throat though it does little to actually help and he soldiers on. "I'm in love with you and I have dreams about you, sometimes, and I've been having more of them since you've been gone. Do you understand, now?" Nyx opens his mouth, reaching out with a hand before he stutters in his movement, mouth closing with a click of his teeth. He turns his eyes to the floor and chews on his lip, silent and all too reserved.

That's the breaking point, the straw breaking the camel's back, the final nail shooting out of a dam's exterior and letting the water course through- Dian can't help the tears that stream down his face, ducking past Nyx and darting closer to the doorway. His heart has been ripped out of his chest, he gave it to the person who always had it but never knew and they won't even take it. His head throbs and he wants to hide, curl in on himself in some dark nook or cranny and be forgotten, no one is really around to miss him now, anyways. Not when he just burned his last bridge. Not when Himei and Tov are both set for the noose. He feels a hand tentatively touch his shoulder and he hunches in on himself more, shying away and hugging himself as he tries to stop crying.

"You should leave," Dian rasps, his voice hiccuping on sobs. "They're coming to do my makeup in an hour."

"Do you really want me to leave?" Dian freezes before turning around and he knows his bewilderment has to be plain to see on his face. Nyx is watching him with a forlorn expression, lips twisted into something that looks like a smile but isn't, it drips with regret. "I can leave." Nyx takes a step towards Dian and touches their foreheads, sharing the slightest amount of weight and letting his eyes slip shut.

"Of course, I don't want you to leave," Dian laughs wetly. "But you should." Nyx shrugs.

"I should do a lot of things," he points out, opening his eyes and giving Dian a little half smile. He brushes Dian's bangs out of his face and presses the briefest of kisses to Dian's mouth. Dian stares at Nyx, wide-eyed. "I want to try this, with you," Nyx says.

"You," Dian stammers. "You what?" Nyx huffs a laugh and rolls his eyes.

"I want to try this," Nyx repeats, taking Dian's hand and tangling their fingers together, holding up between them. "Y'know, us."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really," Nyx replies, raising an eyebrow as he smirks ever so slightly. "But you gotta fuckin' talk to me next time, alright? Promise?" Dian stares at their hands, interlocked clumsily but still connected, irrevocably. He pulls their hands closer and kisses Nyx's knuckles.

"Promise."

-

GOD its finally over I'm so sorry this took so long funnily enough apparently Dian is kind of hard to write I don't write him for a really long time and then suddenly I have to figure out his confession scene to Nyx. . . anyways now to work on the next thing (scampers away) taggin time

@lookatmysillies for Cas & Himei! @kamersona for Noora! @apriciticreveries for Aurien (im getting to your ask im sorry its taking me a bit sweetheart). @solei-eclipse for Solei. @sotogalmo for Flor!! (siblings siblings siblings, i chant in the background). um and right! @ivanttakethis for Tov mentions and because you asked me to tag you in this hehe. lmk if i missed anyone!!

[flowerbloom-arts]

‘All right!’ said Moominpappa, putting the poker back in its corner. ‘All right. If she’s not the slightest bit dangerous, you won’t want me to look after you then. That’s just fine by me!’

(...)

She went up to the big map hanging on the wall, the one showing Moominvalley with the coast and its islands. (...)

‘There it is,’ she murmured. ‘That’s where we’re going to live and lead a wonderful life, full of troubles…’

‘What did you say?’ asked Moomintroll.

‘That’s where we’re going to live,’ repeated Moominmamma. ‘That’s Pappa’s island. Pappa is going to look after us there. We’re going to move there and live there all our lives, and start everything afresh, right from the beginning.’

- Moominpappa at Sea, 1965

[earth-updates-today]

screw the other anon. they were thinking too small. make ME the ruler of EVERYTHING IN THE END!!!

NO. NO. BAD. BAPS YOU WITH A ROLLED UP NEWSPAPER. BEGONE, TIME ITSELF

[moonstonecanyon]

(08/24‐25/2024.)

Sunsets and Predators

[neoxghoul]

“Happy birthday to me 🧚‍♀️ 🦷 This is the last year of my 20's and I plan to make it count.

Currently creating a beautiful show that encapsulates the last ten years of hard work and dedication to my creative vision. I am not the same person I was when I first started this story and thank the goddess for that growth. As a Taurean I've mastered the art of pivoting when needed to still get an idea across without compromising my artistic integrity, l've learned how to let things roll off my shoulders in a way that nourishes my peaceful spirit and l've become super in tune with my body & souls needs & desires. Grateful to continue creating art that reflects the world and for all the love / support you've shown me”

This has been posted on Melanie’s Instagram 💗