#not too long

[thexfridax]

Artwork by Greg Ruth

[vladdyissues]

Getting some writing done today. I hope to be updating Familiar soon and adding a couple Tumblr Ask Box fics as well—if I can just keep them from ballooning into multi-chapter works 😬

[smidge-j]

Was gonna go to bed but there's a good song started playing so I gotta listen to that to the end

[lightlycareless]

Now that I've stated that Eiichi was hoping Y/N would find a good partner in jujutsu high, I like to think he screened the students that were already there to see if it was a good idea for her to attend lmao.

I also like to think that Nanami was very high up in his expectations. I mean, serious, hardworking, takes no bs... would probably do better with a different haircut, but he's got it all to be a perfect match for his youngest daughter!!!

And then Naoya came along. Well, as long as his baby is happy 😭🤣🤣

[the-suicidal-pianist]

i hate oatmeal and dad keeps making me eat it so i challenged him

i was saying how id rather eat nothing for 2 days than eat oatmeal

if i go 2 days without eating anything then

wait

i dont get anything out of this...

lemme fix that rq :D

in the meantime little does he know ive already gone days without food/water and this is going to be a piece of cake. get rekt papa

[apleiphone2]

the song i want you by mitski feels like the end of everything, slowly approaching your lover with a knife in hand in your state of quiet insanity, after everything is over, in a house of ruin where no one else stirs. where it is silent, except for the sound of your slow steps and the useless staggering of the person in front of you -- who you love so dearly, want so badly -- too badly. you realised not long ago, after you ruined this house you once called home, after you discarded of everyone else, after you got rid of everything - except for them, anything but them. you realised after the fire started to quiet, and your wounds were given a moment to bleed. you realised that you didnt want this, anything -- you just wanted them -- and you were going to want eachother. forever. until the end of time. in the quietness, in the still, it would be you two amongst the rubble of world.

and so, you stumbled across to their house, through the broken door, past the shattered glass, amongst the sounds of ruin, tiptoeing around the various strewn objects you had thrown there in your rage. to start over, leave this mess behind and start over with the person who you know loves you so. still, you loosely held that bloody blade in your hand threatening to fall out with each sway of your arm. but, it stay attached in your grasp -- maybe it got used to staying there, used to its breaking point. it brushes occasionally against the pale nightgown you adorn, now torn and tattered from the night in partner with your unkempt hair that fell across your face in an untidy mess, sticking to the corners of your mouth and the lasting sweat remaining on your, once, pretty, almost calm-looking complexion. but it didn't matter. nothing did. what did matter was slowly stumbling up the stained carpet steps towards the sounds of your lover. you'd left them there, in fact they were the reason for all of this. still, you continued, almost crawling in desperation with eyes wide and sleep deprived, across the doors you had slammed, across the paintings you had slashed, across the carpets you screamed upon. it was all over now. it was just you and them. just you and them. just you and them. just you and them.

your fingernails dug into the torn wallpaper, turning your head towards stifled sounds of shuffling. the old wooden appearance of the door dragged you in, the scuffs and scratches on its oak becoming more clear with each staggered step towards it.

slow, was the journey towards it. the distance seemed to drain you of your last drop of energy, though, you kept moving until your calloused hands fell upon the door with a loud thump. and as it did, the high pitched sound of a whimper emerged from the other side. your head snapped up, as your face almost automatically started contorting into that of a weak smile. watching yourself, you turned the doorknob slowly, letting the door turn open on its own with a slight kick of your foot.

and there, as the wood moved from your view was them -- sitting amongst the mess of the room on the floor, eyes wide open in terror, and hands gripping the soft carpet, as if begging it for help. after staying frozen for a moment, they began to stumble. backwards, towards the wall desperately pushing themselves with any limbs that could, away from you. their soft hair, too, strewn across their complexion, their pretty lips slightly parted, gasping for air as their chest heaved up and down and never seemed to stop.

and you remembered, how beautiful they really were. how lucky you are to have them. all yours. forever. and ever. living in love, forever, and ever.

falling from your lips, as your eyes softened, you muttered in a shrill voice, unstable and cracking, 'i found you'.

and slowly, you began to step. and step. and another, towards them.

and with each one, they struggled more, their legs trying to push themselves backwards in attempt to go through the wall, anything to get away. their head spun to either side, searching for anyone, anything to help -- but they found nothing. each of your approaching steps were pounding sound in their bones, crawling in their skin, and thumping in their chest, around their ears, accompassing their whole being. it was all they could feel through the ground -- the imminent, and swiftly approaching possibility of death, no, maybe worse than that. petrified, in fear of what you would do to them, grasping for anything as their eyes darted from the bloody knife in your hand, to your face that approached closer and closer by the second -- to the knife, to your face, to the knife, to your face, to the knife, to your fucking face -- jesus christ, why do you look so calm? they just stared. into your eyes. into you, you who they no longer recognised.

you slowly glided to meet them, quietly whispering 'i love you, darling', the affectionate name stinging against their ears. sound started to leave you, and your surroundings faded out of view. all you could feel now was the heavy thump of each step you took and the quiet mantra of words leaving your mouth. you weren't focused on anything, all that was in your eyes was them. just them. only them.

and with each nearing step, you continued to repeat, 'i want you.'

[f-a-b-l-e]

These are both part of two collections of short stories! I just finished both collections and I think they're absolutely wonderful.

Everyone should read perfect communication and wolves tell no lies by Ryoko Kui

[lakanakana]

war never changes

[thankstothe]

folk hero really

[yumenikkii]

just another average day in gravity falls

[tawnysoup]

Found my fav Slay the Princess route recently. Dragon my beloved. Your horrifying beak mouth was an impossible-to-refuse lip syncing challenge ���

Shoutouts to @blacktabbygames for making such a cool game!

[kedreeva]

Following the author of The Last Unicorn on Facebook is the only thing that makes being on that site worthwhile.

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.

[eatinghisheart-inthemarketplace]

I can't believe the horse is back in the fucking hospital

[brainrotcharacters]

When irl pisses me off, I rewatch the Honda Odyssey scene to relax