#no I'm not over my ex

[neck-thats-made-for-bruising]

"Are you over your ex" Bro I'm not over boys who liked me in 5th grade who I barely liked back

[zivazivc]

my brainrot about these two can be measured in liters

[ultipoter]

A pokemon masters screenshot redraw that got Way Out Of Hand. (and I insist on posting this as a redraw, I feel the original context is Important)

Also, I finally remembered to record my process of drawing this (and then some :^D)

[not-so-superheroine]

[gxlden-angels]

Do not let the Protestant Work Ethic Beast in your head win!

You are not alone! You are not the sole difference between death and life! You are a person who will at some point need to take a break!

That is why there is community! That is why there is organizing! Do not despair because you, alone, are not currently boots on the ground fixing things! Do something, but do not let that something be collapsing!

[soulaanadelrey]

He picked me up and fucked me. Do you understand? The next time I see that nigga I'm making him a cajun brunch. Shrimp and grits, eggs, sausages, and mimosas.

[m3gal3sbian]

alenoah world tour au where they actually are bitter exes from when alejandro was on total drama dirtbags and noah was an assistant

[mrs-n-uzumaki]

Erik stares with incredible wonder, who is this boy?

[mewkwota]

Masa would be proud.

Anyway if you needed to see what I do in VRChat all day, it's just... this.

[hauntinglyghostie]

inseparable. a shadow and its source. life and death. as much as you want to tear away the thought of him, you can't. you stood by him, and his shadow lingers.

also here's this TERRIBLY shitty drawing I made inspired by @denimscotch saying Lysandre needs to "take a chill pill. make slime or something" and @rainbowpufflez encouraged me to actually post it.

[amtrak12]

HELP! I've fallen down a Bering and Wells hole again and can't stop watching fanvids. I misssssss them!!! 😢

[setmeatopthepyre]

tommy begins my beloved!! ty for giving him the spotlight he deserves, hehe :3

💔 for the writing game

-autisticbucktommy

if there's one thing I'm gonna do in fandom, it's fixate on a side character and attempt to scoop out their trauma with a spoon (by which I mean it's happened twice. but this is also the second fandom I've written for ever sooo)

this got a little longer than expected!

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💔 - the ex [cont. from this]

Victor implying he was dramatic probably should have had the opposite effect, but as it was, Tommy felt the last vestiges of his anger ebb away. What was left was an uncanny sense of being unmoored, rubbed raw. His eyes hurt, like he'd been trying to keep them peeled open against too-bright sunlight reflecting off of cloud cover below. Not enough oxygen, too much space. He was suddenly exhausted. "How? You're breaking up with me."

"That's just another perk of being gay, babe-" Vic caught himself, and Tommy grimaced, and Vic ducked his head in apology, and they both huffed slightly damp laughs out of sheer awkwardness before Vic continued, "We're so much more normal about staying friends with exes."

Tommy turned that idea over in his head. He wasn't sure he was supposed to feel as relieved as he did. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to believe it, either. He realized he really wanted to. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. I mean, you've met Rick and Dan. Rick used to date Leo and they still get together to lose spectacularly at trivia every month." He raised his eyebrows as a thought came to him. "Actually, Leo and Cam were together for ages too. I actually fucking forgot about that because I'm so used to them just being friends. I'm not even sure they remember, to be honest."

"I don't think I could forget." Tommy said quietly, adding, "About us, I mean."

And god, that little smile still did things to him. He couldn't help but wonder if maybe Victor hadn't been completely right when he'd said Tommy being happy with Vic hadn't really been about Vic at all.

He wasn't sure it mattered, anymore.

"Yeah, me neither." Vic pushed at Tommy's arm a little. Affectionate. Friendly. "But what I'm saying is, you're losing boyfriend-Vic, and that sucks, I know." He rolled his eyes at himself, and Tommy couldn't help but appreciate the way he was trying to lighten the mood. "But you're gaining friend-Vic, and I promise he's pretty great, too."

"It's still weird when you talk about yourself in third person." Tommy pointed out. Quietly enjoyed the way Victor scoffed at him in mock-offense.

“Yeah, well, get used to it. Friend-Vic cares a little less about your opinion of him.”

"Friend-Vic is kind of an asshole."

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thank you @autisticbucktommy!

[make me write]

[thedreadvampy]

sometimes I forget that my experience has been. um. not 'your experiences are not universal' vibes but more like 'your experiences are EXTREMELY atypical'

[anghraine]

I'm an only child and also the eldest grandchild of all my grandparents, but specifically grew up closest to my mother's family and was also the only grandchild on that side for 12 years. That means that my oldest cousin is, of course, 12 years younger than I am, and the others only get younger from there, and I held them all as babies.

I've returned to the spawning grounds (the area of rural Oregon where I was born and where a bunch of my maternal extended family live) for a family get-together, and tragedy has struck, beyond being trapped in rural Oregon.

My beloved youngest cousin (more like a nephew; his mother, my mother's much younger sister, is only 5 years older than me and he's 24 years my junior) came excitedly running up to see me. I went over to hug him ... and for the first time, he's noticeably taller than me, too. My middle cousins are super tall including my oldest cousin's sister (17 years younger than me and like, 5'10" to my 5'4") and my maternal aunts and uncles will never have more children. The circle is now complete :(

[astracora]

A Mandated Holiday Break - Chapter 6

Characters: Sylus x gn!mc (poly lads)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 971

Written: 21st December 2024

Notes: Post-relationship Sylus/MC-centric but poly LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

Masterlist AO3

Sylus' body is an inferno. He's well used to running hotter than most. It's just another part of who he is, that doesn't occur to him the majority of the time.

The first few times you'd shared a bed, you'd wriggled out of his grasp, sweating and uncomfortable. Had he had less control over himself, he'd have pouted. (You probably didn't miss the furrow in his brow though.)

So he'd slept wearing as little as possible.

Still too much, waking up in the middle of his sleep schedule to find you across the bed, covers thrown off to cool down. Shedding your discomfort.

Next he'd taken to pulling your clothes off. Always a delight, this time a driven aim. It had worked somewhat, you'd wrapped yourself into his embrace and tangled around him, seeking out the heat of his body like he was your personal pillow.

It lasted longer, but still he was awoken by you edging away, seeking the chill of a turned over pillow and the outside of the duvet.

He'd changed the type of bedding he used, bought you new bedding.

You'd told him to stop worrying, to stop paying expenses, sometimes it was just too warm.

Sylus was sure at that he'd grumbled like a child. He wanted to hold you, and he wanted to wake up with you in his arms.

Everytime you moved out of his reach, he itched and ached like scales growing through raw skin. It was one of the few times he envied the doctor, he never seemed to have trouble with keeping you clinging throughout your slumber.

Eventually he had two things fitted, a ceiling fan and air conditioning. The change to temperature meant so little to him, unbothered by heat or cold. When you'd seen them on your next visit, you'd been incredulous. Since when did he need either of these?

He didn't answer that he needed them for you, for him, he just made an offhand comment about the best, and preparation for the future. (The immediate future. His sleep quality.)

His relief that day when he'd woken up, your head under his chin, legs tangled with his, and arms around him. Seeking out his skin against yours.

The second you left the bed, however, you'd complained for the chill. He left the remote for the new tools of his victory, in your hands, but he had gleefully held you as long as he could, chin on shoulder and hands dancing across cool skin.

Your week off has allowed him to experience that for a few days now, he's using your sleep pattern for the week, though there is no real track of time in the sky of the N109 Zone. He doesn't want to make your return to work difficult.

As he wakes, this morning you have stayed asleep, catching up on long hours. Your back is pressed to his chest and you're holding onto his arm. He won't tease you about the drool out the corner of your mouth, but he files away the image for himself. Tickled and endeared.

He doesn't want to wake you, you're so peaceful... but he can't stop himself from pulling as close as he can. Burying his nose in the crook of your neck, and breathing you in.

You smell like his last meal in every life. Like he could bite down and die happy, your blood in his mouth and your soul in his chest.

If he were a weaker man, perhaps he'd drool as well, salivating and starving.

He certainly feels starved when he cannot keep you close, desperate and dogged.

You'd teased him that he reminds you of a wolf, and he thinks that's more accurate than he likes. He would bite your hand lovingly, but tear and snarl at your command, if that's what you wanted from him.

Sylus wants to get up, if he can get breakfast ready, he can see your eyes light up. Hand you a mug of coffee, that turns his nose, in bed. So you'll kiss his cheek and sigh happily.

He feels satisfaction when he sees you happy because of him. Yet...

Pressed against you, your chest moving with each breath. So alive, and warm and his. You trust him to guard you, to kiss your neck when the scent drives him to madness, to keep you warm against the cold. He once mused that you still took his hand despite how dangerous he was, and every day he marvels more at how you continue to do so.

Now when you take his hand, you place a kiss on his knuckles. That if he had no healing ability, would be scarred and torn and ruinous. He thinks, that even if that were the case... you would still kiss them tender and raw.

You had always seen something in him that no one else did. Flowers suiting his soul, a smile worthy of his face, love belonging in his hands.

He feels sick with the feeling, overflowing from where joined hearts beat in his chest, but it's a sickness he would never wish to heal himself of. Peace found despite how little he probably deserves it.

Sylus is selfish though. A fragment, a taste, a burst of you had not been enough. Millennia's will not be enough. Until the end of the world itself he will never think this is enough.

No matter his sullied hands, or the actions he has made, some of which he would not apologise for, he will never relinquish his treasure.

His Soul.

You who owns his heart for eternity.

As he bites down at your shoulder, stirring your sleep, and laves with his tongue to your sleepy pleasure, he settles for a taste of the cure to his hunger, that he plans to draw out forever.

[every-sanji]