#my heart just gives out ngl

[karinasbaby]

JOSEPHINESODNSKDH PLS ILY ☹️☹️🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

pls pls do share any sort of thought that u have regarding mr.sim bcs im always open to simping over this man in was that will actually make both angels on my shoulders quit their jobs 🙏🏼

i love my men in love, whiny and desperate and i hope that i always deliver exactly that in my writing because just the thought of jake being so down bad and in love and so soft is just so :(( like it rlly does smth to me and i love it so so much

please u have no idea how badly i am asking for u to share any sort of thought that u have 🙏🏼🙏🏼 i could actually go on for literal DAYS just talking about random plots / stories and you’re welcome to teleport into my mind !! it’s always available for you baby 🫶🏼

ofc i had to make him so attentive and considerate that’s how i’ve always imagined jake in my head hes always focusing on his lover and always tries to put their pleasure first but the moment yn touched him he practically melted and just 🫠🫠 (and also u reading this on the couch is just amazing really love that for u bby)

and when jake goes down he goes down !!! like he indulges himself in eating u out so so so much cuz he’s so in love with u and he’s eating u out aka his favourite thing to ever do so like ?? he’s on cloud nine !! he’s a munch and no one can tell me otherwise. he gives eating u out his all hence why he just turns into a baby after his fav meal and just sleeps :(

SIM JAEYUN - HARD THOUGHT! PT.2

part 1

pairing: sim jaeyun x fem!reader (+17)

warnings: mentions of a horror movie, oral (f & m), petnames, jake gets pussydrunk, (pussy so good made him go to sleep), handjob, jake being in love, making out, marking, hickeys, overstimulation

wc: 2k

A/N: this is going to be a queued post as im not sure how long my break will take my loves, really praying this goes up on the 28th <3

ps this was proofread but at 5 am so good luck?

thinking about jake and just how attentive and caring he would be for his lover, he'll be completely addicted to u and every part of ur body and he always shows his appreciation to u in different ways, first he sets his goal on spending most of his time throughout the day with you, like for example tonight when he suggested to have a movie night with you since it was the weekend, and of course he had different plans,

now here you were with jaeyun's arm wrapped around your shoulder as u both cuddled on your couch, while you were paying attention to the movie playing ahead, jake's mind was in a complete different place than yours,

"you think he'll figure out the killer?" you questioned jake quietly, too immersed by the movie as the main character was unknowingly having a conversation with the killer, your attention too caught up to notice the way jaeyun's eyes were trailing at your neck, gaze wavering between your lips down to your chest, jaeyun licked his lips before returning his focus on your eyes that reflected every colour from the screen, "i hope so" he whispered into your ear quietly, he prayed his answer made sense as he completely forgot what you were questioning in the first place before he was back to sucking a deep breath in to supress his urges,

thats when you noticed that jake's hand that was resting on your shoulder on the beginning was by now was softly rubbing against your arm, gently squeezing your skin under his palm, each squeeze aligning with every deep breath he heaved in, he was shaking his leg, an anxious habit of his. from the corner of your eye you also noticed jake's gaze lingering on you for a few seconds before he teared it towards the screen,

what's wrong with him?

thinking that he was unreasonably restless due to the horror movie that was playing on the screen, you decided to place your hand on his shaking thigh, your soft palm coming into contact with his thigh brought your attention downwards, finally noticing the massive bulging tent in his pants,

oh.

that's what's wrong with him.

"you know you could've said something about this, jaeyun" you started, the movie forgotten as you moved your hand closer to his bulge, jake remained frozen, soft puffs of air leaving his mouth while both your hands worked to get his pants under his hips,

"i wanted you to enjoy the movie, baby" jake breathed out, his length finally springing past his tightened boxers making him throw his head back as the cold air of the living room brushed past his throbbing hot length, a sigh of relief went past his reddened plump lips, swollen from the abuse of his teeth when your fingers wrapped around his cock,

jake's hand lowered to wrap around your waist, you moved your body to the side, facing his heaving chest and furrowed eyebrows as you moved your hand around his length, slowly stroking from the bottom to the top before softly squeezing his pulsing red tip, jake quietened himself by burying his head into the welcoming skin of your neck, almost subconsciously his lips began to gently paint the open canvas of your chest and neck with his artistic bite marks and faint hickeys,

"i want to hear you, baby." he quickly obeyed your request, separating himself from your skin allowing the prettiest whimpers and low moans of your name to echo in the living room, becoming the only thing your ears can hear as the noises of whatever conflict was happening in the movie was wiped out from your senses entirely, only thoughts of jaeyun and his quivering body beneath your palms took over your mind,

"faster, angel. i'm close." he moaned out as you flicked your wrist around his pulsating length, his breathes becoming uneven, feeling his lower abdomen tightening as his impending orgasm was on the brink of having him teetering over the edge, his hot breathes fanning against your neck while his noises became whinier,

squeezing your thighs together, attempting to even your own heavy breathing with the pool of slick soiling your panties, your mind was spinning faster the louder jake's groans got, his grip on your waist was bruising, his nails digging into your plush skin through the fabric, the whole duration your hand was instinctively caressing his rock hard length, dragging your hands lower to softly squeeze his balls which had jaeyun gasping as his body shook against yours,

"fuck- baby, i'm so close," he breathed out, your eyes stayed stuck on all the breathtaking expressions that painted across his face that changed every second, his furrowed eyebrows relaxing for a second when you squeeze his tip before pinching back together when your precum covered palm drags back down to wrap around his base, the smallest bits of drool dripping from the corner of his mouth whilst his eyes remained shut tightly, jake was in pure bliss through out the tightening of the coil in his lower stomach seconds away from bursting to allow full euphoria to run along his veins,

"i'm c-cumming- fuck!" jake cursed loudly, his frame trembling against your hold while you littered his flushed face with kisses, ropes of milky white cum wrapped around your fingers while the remanents cascaded down his shirt, your by now aching and numb hand continued stroking his slowly softening length as you helped jake ride out his orgasm while his head was thrown back, low groans vibrating out of his chest whilst it heaved, slowly his thighs began to clench as you pushed him into overstimulation, with hooded eyes and a flushed face jaeyun looked at you with tears brimming his waterline,

"shit- baby, i'm s-sensitive," he stuttered out while moving a shaking hand to wrap around your hand that was caressing his over-sensitive red tip slowly, "relax, baby. am i not making you feel good?" you questioned, your soft voice rang in jaeyun's ears whilst he tried his best to control the jerking of his hips, "of course you are, angel." he chuckled at your words as another moan threatened to escape his lips, biting till he drew blood in his mouth amid you squeezing his tip continuously, "but t-this is too much.." he grunted out, his fingers weakly wrapping around your wrist in attempts of stopping you, finally giving in with a chuckle, you moved your hand away from him, smiling at the small whine that left his lips at the loss of the warmth your hands provided,

jake opened his eyes, glazed over slightly as he had a dazed look in his gaze, finally calming down from the release that his body was begging for ever since he stepped closer to you today, staring at you with nothing but pure love in his eyes with a dopey smile, he finally connected your lips, larger and rougher hands caressed the side of your face tenderly whilst he bit your lower lip drawing out a gasp from you to allow him to run his tongue along yours,

throughout this heated make-out session you failed to notice jake's movements as by now he had you laying beneath him on the couch, too distracted by the way he was literally taking your breath away, jaeyun's hand sneakily slipped both of your bodies to wrap around your clothed core, cupping your cunt in his palm resulting in you moaning against his mouth while he swallowed all of your pretty noises that had his heart beating in his chest rapidly,

jake's mouth never faltered against yours as he began to softly suckle on your bottom lip while his hand ventured past the waistband of your sweatpants and your panties, running his middle finger along your slit as his lips wrapped around your tongue, "shit baby, you're dripping," his fingers teased your soaking hole while you clenched at his words, "fuck." jaeyun cursed out at the feeling of your slick trailing down his fingers to pool in his palm, "i need to taste you, right now." and before you could protest let alone prepare yourself, jaeyun already had his hands pulling your clothes below your ankle, roughly gripping on your thighs as he wrapped them around his shoulders whilst he lowered his body,

his hot breath fanned against your exposed dripping core, jaeyun softly blew air against your cunt as he felt your body shiver against his stronger hold, chuckling as he finally began his payback, "stop teasing," you breathed out, breaths getting faster and heavier in anticipation at the thought of jake eating you out and going into his familiar state,

obeying your words, jake ran his tongue along your puffed folds, your sweet nectar bursting with flavour on the tip of his tongue, jake sucked a deep breath in through gritted teeth before he began to suckle on your swollen clit, closing his eyes to entirely indulge in you clouding all over his senses, his hands could only feel you, his nose could only smell you, his ears could only hear your sweet, sweet moans as he suckled on your clit like a baby, his mouth could only taste the flavour of you,

jaeyun's finger teased against your entrance, allowing more essence to spill and decorate the couch bellow you, slowly inching his digit in with his head spinning at how tightly your sloppy walls wrapped around his finger, his mouth never faltered against your pulsing clit whilst your hands bought purchase in his hair, gently gripping his soft locks to ground yourself as jake began to eat you out like a starved man,

altering between sucking on your clit entirely to drawing circles around your clit to push you over the edge, your body felt like it was on fire as jake's finger was rubbing and pressing directly against your spongy spot making you arch your back in his hold, each and every one of your moans and whimpers encouraged him to continue, pumping another finger along with his first one to thrust in your velvety walls, jake's ministrations never faltered as your thighs began to shake against his shoulders while your hips jerked up to his mouth,

with your eyes closed, high on pleasure followed by all of your noises sounding like musical melodies for jake's ears, your grip on his hair tightened resulting in jake groaning in pleasure against your cunt, your whimpers rang in his ears as your climax was approaching faster than you could process, with the pulsing of your walls against his digits jake could already tell you were mere seconds away from tipping over the edge, "i'm s-so close, baby." you moaned out, your words riling jaeyun further, detaching his lips from your swollen clit before wrapping his mouth entirely against your cunt, you gasped loudly at the feeling of jake thrusting his tongue completely inside your soaking entrance, the sensation of his lips suckling on your cunt along with his muscle fucking into your sloppy walls was enough to have your body shake as your climax washed over you,

your throat was by now hoarse as only shaky breathes went past your lips at the overwhelming feeling of pleasure, jaeyun's jaw was slack open as he sucked and licked all of what you had to offer, completely pussydrunk as your nectar kept pushing out sweetly onto his tongue, your climax began to softly dissipate with your trembling body slowly calming down yet with jake's mouth still latched on your cunt you couldn't control the shaking of your legs, jaeyun still had his eyes closed as his head was resting against your thigh, mindlessly licking at your folds making you whimper as you pulled his hair gently,

at your grip jaeyun finally opened his lidded eyes to reveal his concerningly intoxicated gaze with his pupils dilated and cheeks flushed, your slick mixed with his own saliva coating his mouth entirely and dripping below his chin, he looked completely gone.

"baby.." you breathed out at his state, seemingly coming back to his senses, he slowly made his way upwards to cover your frame with his, smiling at you drunkenly before his head fell into the crook of your neck, placing one gentle kiss against your skin as he wrapped his arms around you, and before you could ask him anything you were greeted with his quiet snores and soft breathes fanning your neck,

"goodnight, yunnie."

A/N pt2: i died around 6 times while writing this im never writing on a laptop ever again, kinda disappointed in how short and basic this turned out so its like a filler in my mind anywho i promise ill write better jake smut in the future so pls bear w me rn <3

[thebirdandhersong]

It's not so much that I object to this potential blind date boy. I haven't said yes because im NERVOUS and my heart is SORE

[insurged]

just an fyi, i'm sorry i'm slow. at everything. replies, dm's, asks, etc. this is a hobby and i'm a tired 580 year old in spirit who works full time in the medical field and will be going to do more schooling for it. i follow people for a multitude of reasons but my vibe is always that i just enjoy seeing your content. i'm not going to put a time limit on when we have to interact/chat and soft block you when you can't meet that deadline. i try to interact or like posts when i can as a silent hello from afar. if you are following my blog and expect me to follow deadlines in terms of writing or even chatting, my blog is not for you. i am also not someone who has puppy dog energy to constantly be on the dash and chat and love everyone.

i am a cryptid old cat. i love from a distance. (◕‿◕) just a gentle reminder that i do this for fun, it's not a job.

[found--family]

am i the only one who sensed some jilted lover vibes from jensen? 

[dootznbootz]

This may sound silly but there's something just soft about friends sending silly memes or vids or whatever to me.

Like whether or not you're a pretty good conversationalist, there's something so soft about "hey, this made me think of you" or even a silly "...Hey, I wanna chatter again."

[bootyyy-shaker9000]

romance-positive aroace april (2012) is so fucking real to me

[aria0fgold]

The Flowerheart!

(purposely didn't colour in Feli's tie and Hal's glove, it's like they're subtly trying to match :3 while also seemingly missing a piece of one another). Honestly though, in regards to Hal's sexuality, he's like that one tweet: "I'm probably nonbinary but I have a job so idrc bout that rn." He's definitely queer, but he's too busy with getting in danger his job to even bother with that so he just gets the queer label!

Neither of them confessing orz... They love each other so much yet neither of them are confessing... Hal being overprotective of Feli but in a way where it isn't even all that known by anyone but Feli and her the people really close to them. Hal doing his job is half-wanting to keep their city safe and half-wanting to keep Feli from any harm. He aint letting anyone hurt her that's for sure.

Relationship chart is made by @bengallemon !

[sapphire-weapon]

My favourite thing ever is the way Ashley gets Leon to smile. Honest to god, his most sincere and genuine smiles are the ones he's given Ashley.

Now if she could just get him to laugh, that would be something completely unprecedented.

Sorry, it just occurred to me literally today that Leon never laughs -- even one time -- at any point in this series. Other protagonists, at the very least, laugh at how stupid a villain's plan is sometimes. Not this guy. Not our Leon. He's too dead inside. Bro doesn't even laugh at OG Salazar, who may as well have circus music playing in the background any time he's on screen. We stan a depressed king.

I was actually thinking about this a little last night -- again, in the context of the whole "Ashley is Leon's anchor to reality/his road back to himself" thing that I've talked about before, while also paired with the shitpost-but-not I made the other day about Leon's sense of self-worth and identity.

Leon drifts further and further away from himself as the series goes on, and not only does he not smile anymore, he becomes downright sullen. There was a time -- a significant period of time, actually -- where you could have said that one of Leon's defining traits was his optimism. That stops being true by the time of Damnation; Leon's optimism is replaced by hollow machismo in a poor attempt at a coping mechanism in that movie -- and, by the time of Vendetta, even the machismo has fallen to the wayside. By the age of 37, Leon has completely and utterly embraced the creeping sense of despair that's been hounding his steps for years.

That has never been who he was. But it's who he is now.

And, as soon as I had that thought, something occurred to me that I somehow had not noticed in the 18 years since RE4 OG has been out:

Ashley is a foil for Ada.

That wasn't her intended purpose when she was created, but it's the narrative role that she's come to inhabit as the series has gone on and Leon's character has progressed without her.

In OG canon, Leon thinks of Ada as a part of himself that he can't let go. But the longer he clings to her, the less of himself he becomes.

And the last person to actually see him as his true self, lifted up from the despair, and without hiding (fully) behind a veneer of machismo was Ashley -- someone he did let go. Even in OG, he is very genuine and very sincere with his affection for her (platonic or not) in a way he really isn't with anyone after RE4.

So, when you point out that his smiles for her are genuine, there's really something to that. He trusts Ashley with a piece of his heart that he doesn't show to anyone else post-RE2. Like, literally, the last person who probably saw him like that was Sherry, and we already know that Leon estranges himself from her almost completely after they're taken into CIA custody following RE2.

And the Remakes make this way more obvious than the OG games did, too -- not only because of the RE engine being great for facial expressions, but because of the way the script changes make certain parts of Leon's character more noticeable. If you go straight from RE2make to RE4make, the entire opening sequence involving the cops and the hunting lodge is absolutely horrifying. If I was a new fan coming in from RE2make to RE4make, I would be knocked on my ass and going "This is not my Leon. This is not the sweet boy that I know. What the fuck happened to him?"

RE4make does such a good job with sharply juxtaposing who Leon was with who he is now. By the time of RE4make, Leon is so beaten down and tired and closed off and angry and, honestly, scared -- that he almost kind of feels like a completely different character. Except, he's not a different character. He's still Leon -- just, Leon with his blinders ripped off and his heart broken.

And, we know that he's still Leon, because every once in a while, the sweet boy that we know comes back. It's infrequent, and it's only for a few moments, but he's still in there. And it always -- every single time -- is only ever Ashley that pulls it out of him.

And Ada? She forces him to retreat again immediately, and he locks himself back up tight.

So, when Ashley gets permanently erased from Leon's life and Ada becomes more of a permanent fixture in it, that sweet boy from RE2 disappears, and he's replaced entirely by the version of Leon that's heartbroken and angry all the time -- because Ada is a constant reminder of all that he's lost, whereas Ashley, as his only true success story, was a hopeful reminder of all that he could potentially be.

I honestly don't think that Capcom even realizes that this is how they've written Leon's character. I don't think it was intentional for Leon's smile to fade with Ashley's absence in his life.

But that's just kind of how it happened.

[apathyfairy]

me at 13: by the time im 30 i will probably be married and maybe have a kid but for sure i will be living in my dream city and have my dream job. and also a lot of money

me at almost 30: i think i will treat myself to a corn dog this weekend

[crebbyhermit]

happy ash wednesday valentines :)

i am not joking abt the candies

[rk-x-yz]

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I am pretending to be productive by putting this here. aka I spent like 2 hours compiling older stuff from a different story line into one document, that came out to a shit ton of word blubber and me cringing aggressively, rather than me actually working on the comic I was supposed to do lol whoopsies

Enjoy :)

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He couldn’t help the toothy grin that crept across his face at the feast laid out before him. A bead of sweat was dripping down the other’s face, hair sticking to his head. He was twitching, eyebrows drew taut across the smooth slope of his brow. Anxiously, his fingers twitched toward the dice laying before them.

Fourteen sided. It was a simple game, truly. Aces never was more than childs play for many, just get to fourteen without exceeding it. First to obtain more Ace cards wins. And yet, without fail, people would crumble before Talek, their limbs quaking with energy as if they had been shocked. The heavy breathing, their astounded expression at loosing such a simplistic game.

“Call it our little secret,” He drawled, voice dripping with sweet water: sweet, cold, clear, uncaring. “Run along now, they will find you later.” 

The man had foolishly bet his life, and while Talek would typically decline such a request, he could not help but be intrigued. He had hoped the player would be interesting to dissect. 

“How disappointing,” Talek lamented, stalking to stand over the balcony of his tower. From this high, all below looked like rivers of light. Speckles of a second sky as the Market of Golden Shadows was set aglitter in the midnight light. The air was chilled, he noted, fingers curling more tightly around the railing. 

“Come out,” He called, holding pretenses due to the lack of knowledge about the person coming. “No use in hiding now, I can taste you.” 

“...Mhykal,” a soft, fairly confident voice rang. Mmm, no, that wasn’t right. The voice may, for all appearances be confident, but it shivers slightly on the lower notes. A lie, a false play at confidence. Talek couldn’t help the small twitch of his eyebrow as he turned around to face Viridian.

“Talek.” In horrible detail, he knew the history of the man before him. Azriyah was always talkative, and Talek would never pass an opportunity to gain information—for that was the way that status found its way into his hands. That, however, did not excuse his ignoring of Talek’s request to be called by name. Certainly, they would be in-laws in the next century, holding social respect was as unrequired as the people who played against him. 

All the vague irritation that he was feeling melted slightly as he saw the stiff posture of Viridian. Fear. Anxiety. Pain. Perhaps, abandonment and regret. The air was soured by this. Talek had to refrain from pulling a face at the new tastes in the air. 

“Viridian,” He started, dropping the condescending tease from his voice, “Why are you scared?”

“You misunderstand me, Mhykal,” Viridian started again, the shiver more vibrant than ever in his voice, his green eyes refusing to meet Talek’s.

“Talek,” he sighed out, eyes narrowing at Viridian. Many could not meet him in the eye, to which he could understand. His eyes, or so he was told by Raio were “Lone stars, of which prophets may call representations of death”. Viridian? He had no need to avert his eyes.

Finally having his fill, Talek pushed up off of the railing, walking towards the man.

“Viridian, you know what,” Talek smiled devilishly, carefully wrapping his arm over the shoulders of the other. “I’ll just call you Viri, suits you and your poker face.” 

For his part, Viridian looked vaguely more relaxed with Talek now just playing with him. 

“You know, if you told me you were comin’ I would have cleared my schedule. I can still taste the little lamb’s pungent disappointment in the room.” Talek frowned, playfully putting out his lip in an effort to ease the other. 

Evidently, it worked when he heard a small chuff from the man next to him. In all reality, it was nothing more than a little puff of air, but a sidelong glance said wonders for how Viridian had loosened up. 

“Ahhh, so dear future brother-in-law,” Talek yawned, voice teasing now that Viridian had relaxed a little more.

“That’s, actually, what I wanted to talk about?” Tension seeped back into Viridian’s voice. 

“Did he…?”

“No,” Viridian sounded incredibly disappointed. Talek burst out laughing. 

A hard swat to the head was all he received in response to that. 

“Ah dear young Viridian—”

“Older than you.” 

“Primordial ooze who comes to seek me, in all my wisdom—” 

“It's 8 years you cretin,” 

“Entirely enough time for the universe to create itself two times over, but I digress,” Talek cackled, waving his hands dismissively, “He won’t propose.”

Viridian’s face soured, the small smile that was forming fading almost as fast as it came. 

“Viridian,” Talek rotated to now rest his back against the night air, tilting his head towards the elder, once again all teasing dropping from his voice, “Riyah won’t propose because he cares too much about you.” 

Self-sacrificial in that sense, disappearing for almost a full decade before abruptly returning. Azriyah was among those that scared Talek, all too serious about everything they do. It was a miracle that he even returned in the first place, even if he was different afterward. Drinking until sunrise, working until the moon hung full in the sky. If anything, the last four decades with Viridian had helped him solve a good majority of his issues to Talek’s knowledge.

“Look, Viri, my brother loves you too much to allow himself to be like her,” Talek spat the last word, fingers twitching towards the throwing knives in his jacket. “He refuses to trap you in a marriage that you wouldn’t want.” 

Viridian looked stunned, a faint shimmer of tears on his eyes. Time for the final blow. 

“So please, for the love of all the sunrises and moon falls, can you propose to him already?” Talek is anything but unobservant. He could, quite literally, taste his brother’s growing melancholy about this. If Viridian didn’t step in to do anything, Azriyah most likely would pass out from how stressed he was making himself about it.

“...did he…tell you this?” Viridian asked hesitantly, hope blooming in his expression. Talek gave him an appraising look.

A strange one this one is. Almost perfectly masked emotions, although his voice always gave him away. Shallow breaths, but a voice deep enough to soothe a crying baby. Caring of how marriage would affect immortality. Talek hadn’t ever understood the concept, however, he was able to see it in the way Viridian was standing. 

His spine was straight, aligned, however, his shoulders were stiff. He was uncomfortable, although curious. His feet faced inwards giving the idea of him being uncertain, although the rest of his posture was far less closed. His hands curled in his robes behind him, clammy hands creating wrinkles like the ones by his belt.

Viridian’s face was flat, trying to hold an air of disinterested confidence, but all too well failing to that effort. His lips were curled slightly upwards, a faint blush filling out under his eyes. His eyes themselves shimmered with unshed tears, hope continued to flow behind them. His eyebrows were pulled upwards, slightly at the center point of his forehead. This, regardless of how Talek answered, was important to him.

“For you to figure out,” Talek teased, bumping his elbow into Viridian’s shoulder, “When you ask him to marry you.”

A bright smile curled across Viridian’s face. Nothing like his brothers, Raio’s being sun incarnate, and Azriyah’s being reminiscent of a sunset—all memories, this one was entirely like the moon. It was beautiful, gentle, and all too similar to Maei. How both of the two sunshine children gained moons of their own actually astounded Talek sometimes. 

“Alright go,” Talek gently shoved Viridian towards the door, “I am certain a little general is waiting for you back at home.” 

A small laugh later, “Thank you Talek.” 

He snorted in response, “See ya later alligator,” 

And to which, he turned back to his night skies. One alight with those long since passed, and one ablaze with the fires of youth, curling upwards in heated displays of passion. He regrets very little of his life, although now it seems, he has another little sheep to bring to the slaughter. A cackle rips through him, eyes dangerous as he awaited for his next victim.

[rosicheeks]

Goldenrod - i really wanna sit next to you and watch a sunset/sunrise. or maybe just look at you.

Mahogany - let's go on a late night drive together and listen to one of your playlists

Green - wanna go touch grass with me?

Pink - biting you biting you biting you biting you licking you biting you biting you

Ruby - you are such a gem, you deserve so much better <3

[avallands-basement]

look i love making sae be the one who's so in love and showering hajun with so much love and affection but it's much more fun to think that HE fell harder than her

[twistedappletree]

silly anxiety stuff

i am unfortunately one of those ppl who gets panic attacks from weed (the pathetic gene ik lmAO) but i have to take indica for sleep bc my insomnia is so bad so as long as i take it when i’m laying down and not doing ANYTHING else, i won’t get anxiety but i had to get up mid-high this time bc i forgot to put something back into the fridge and i also forgot that i turned on my dishwasher that literally sounds like a demon with asthma crawling out of hell and brooooooOOOOOOOO the way i immediately just went back into my room and laid down ahahahahaha ima just let this shit sit out all night and expire idgaf 🫠

[mad-hunts]

as far as jack could tell, jervis was really out of it; and it made him wonder it was due to something that had happened while he was out with his father, or when they'd gotten here. perhaps both. jack gnawed on his bottom lip, his eyes darting to jervis's hands, which were flexing like he was struggling with something. an eyebrow rose as jack contemplated asking whether he needed some pain medication.

since he didn't receive an answer to his question yet, jack figured he might as well introduce himself. ❝ uhh, well, you don't have to talk to me if you aren't feeling up to it. my sister told me that you fainted in front of her out there — so, i understand if you're still feeling sick. my name is jack, ❞ he scratched at the back of his neck as he continued to observe jervis. whenever the man tried to get up, jack approached him and was about to caution jervis that maybe he shouldn't by lightly touching his shoulder.

but he remembered matilda telling him something about the other really not liking to be touched, so he merely was going to verbally tell him. up until jervis laid back down himself, anyhow. jack couldn't hold himself back from frowning at his poor present state before venturing out of the room with a 'i'll be right back.' and indeed he had been, with two different vials, alongside a few syringes to inject into that IV bag: should jervis want to be medicated. jack figured it'd be easier to just do that rather than forcing him to swallow anything.

he placed those also on the table before tilting his head at the quote jervis had said until it clicked a few seconds later, ❝ that's a quote from through the looking glass, isn't it? and one that the red queen said in the story if i remember correctly. she was basically teaching alice that staying in the same place is falling behind, right? ❞ jack squinted his eyes at that before a thought came to mind. a soft snort left him, but one that was done of an innocent sort of amusement rather than malice. ❝ that is a kind of roundabout way of talking about survival of the fittest. but hey, lewis carroll was all about the whimsy of things, i guess. and its no big deal. ❞

jack pretended not to see the tears that the other shed for jervis's own sake. the blood on his lips was something he couldn't ignore, no matter how hard he tried, though. jack grabbed a washcloth from his pack and held it out towards's jervis's hand. once it was out of his hand was when jack set down that teacup, the slightly too long stripped pants he wore swaying across the ground. ❝ mm, you and dad were both asleep for nearly four hours. sure — i don't think that's silly at all. i keep something on me all the time from when my brother, julien, was still around. ❞ the bracelet he showed the other on his right wrist then seemed to be made up entirely of tiny conch shells.

julien was a big fan of the sea, which jack thought made his death all the more crushing. after seeing the state that the stuffed animal was in, he figured that that bunny must've been really loved; though it didn't really matter by whom it was. the end result was the same, as love changes you. jack knew this well as he'd never wanted anything more than to be embraced by the warmth of it.

he quickly shook that thought off, only to grab the two vials he got from the fridge once more. ❝ eh... the four hours actually went by rather fast. ❞ jack cleared his throat then, ❝ you know, i couldn't help but notice that you aren't looking so hot still, and so i grabbed some meds for you. but i won't force you to take them. i have a pain reliever as well as something that relieves vertigo. are either, or both of these, something you want? ❞

Eigengrau.

A faint hum buzzed in his ears; his mouth was so dry it felt like he’d swallowed a wad of wool.

The thin sheet beneath him brushed his fingertips as Jervis flexed his hands, cracking his eyes open a sliver. The room tilted, everything blurring at the edges. Ah… so he had fainted. Just as he’d suspected. No glasses, then.

"Hey. Ahh, you're awake… That's awesome. How are you feeling?"

The new voice was barely a whisper, young and uncertain—belonging to a boy, maybe sixteen or eighteen by the timber. Was this another of Barton's assistants, a friend of Matilda’s, or perhaps her brother? Jervis couldn’t quite remember; hadn't Barton mentioned something about having more than one child?

He winced, his body feeling heavy, leaden; aching everywhere. Slowly, he exhaled and tried to push himself upright—tried being the keyword. The effort brought only a wave of vertigo, dizzying and blue-hot, making his vision swim.

… ohh, god…

He swallowed thickly, curling into himself. Something wasn’t right. His glasses and gloves weren’t the only thing missing. He was in his socks, jeans, and a now damp charcoal t-shirt, his body slick with cold sweat. His graying auburn curls clung to his neck in tangled ropes. His boots were beside the cot, his messenger bag on a desk across the room. His overcoat and maroon button-down were draped over a chair.

A flicker of discomfort in his right arm. Burning. Tugging.

Jervis glanced down at the source: a plastic tube. A peripheral IV catheter.

"Ah, you know... 'It takes all the running you can do, to stay in the same place,'" he muttered, his voice clipped and hollow; Bermudian accent casual, almost detached. He turned his eyes to the boy; offered him a faint, strained smile. "Keeps things interesting, I suppose... but I appreciate your concern, lad."

He lifted his fingers to his cheek, feeling the moisture trickle down—salt on his lips. Tears, sharp and stinging. Jervis flinched and quickly scrubbed them away with the heels of his hands.

Cold metal pressed into his spine, tight around his neck—the chain with his and Sylvie’s wedding rings twisted against his skin. He must’ve been thrashing in his sleep. There was blood on his lips.

"Forgive me…" His vision swam as he watched the boy set a teacup on the small table beside the cot, just within view. "But I'm afraid I've rather lost my sense of time. How long has it been since I…?" He paused, his voice barely steady. "... if... if you don’t mind, could you please reach into my coat pocket? You'll find a small cuddly toy. A rabbit..." He rubbed his mouth, lowered his eyes. "It sounds foolish, I know... but it... it was my daughter's, you see..."

The boy nodded, moving quickly to retrieve the toy from Jervis’ coat pocket, and placed it on the table beside the teacup. The bunny was missing one of its button eyes, its white fur faded and matted. A pink satin ribbon around its neck was frayed and tattered.

“Thank you,” Jervis said hoarsely. “I must have been out of it for quite a while.”

[dameronswife]

girls when poe has a personality that isn't being obsessed with a man he's had maybe ten scenes with in the first two movies and has his own agency and doesn't always agree with his mentor instead of bending over backwards to constantly say she's right (when she isn't):