#oh tw ed

[29121996]

can i say that while im. more ay peace with my.body and i dont hate myself w a burning fire, this is Exhaysting ???

[s0fter-sin]

ghost fucking soap so hard and so good he passes out but he utterly panics about it

he thinks he must’ve ignored soap asking to stop; was it pain that made him pass out? how bad could it have been to make him pass out when he’s been shot and kept going? should he bring him to medical? he’ll never touch him again, he’ll never so much as look at him again; he’ll ask for a transfer- fuck that, a dishonourable discharge. there’s no coming back from this

he spirals, guilt chasing hatred chasing despair chasing fear, until soap finally wakes back up

soap's still floating, loose-limbed and buzzing; fucked so thoroughly out of his head that it takes him a while to notice ghost isn't in bed with him anymore. he frowns, lifting a heavy head off the pillow and freezes. ghost's on the other side of the room, curled up tight in the corner as far away from soap as he could get without leaving him alone

(he would've left, would've made sure soap never had to see his face again and be reminded of what he did to him, of the monster he’d let into his bed- but he couldn't just leave him unconscious; what if he didn't wake up, he had to make sure he was safe first even if he'll rightfully hate him forever when he does wake up)

soap's voice when he calls out to him makes him flinch, his head burying deeper in his knees. cold worry chases the bliss from his blood and soap pushes himself up but his shaking arms can't hold his weight

the sound of him collapsing back onto the bed makes ghost rear up, his panic growing and soap's heart breaks at his red rimmed eyes

it takes a long time for soap to coax him back to the bed, countless loops of, "sweetheart, please, come here, what happened? it's okay, everything’s going to be okay.”

(and how ghost’s self-hatred grows hearing soap comforting him; hearing the concern and love in his voice when he doesn’t deserve a drop of it)

it takes even longer for ghost to believe soap when he says that he passed out because he felt so good; that he never asked ghost to stop, never wanted him to stop. that he trusts him more than anything and knows he'd rather die than ever hurt him, especially like that

“you’re not a monster, love,” he promises, soft with conviction and it’s as much a surrender as a relief when he collapses into his lap and lets him hold him close

ghost believes johnny but he still can't bring himself to be intimate with him for a while; that fear still haunting him, but soap doesn't hold it against him, doesn't complain about ghost's perceived "step back" in their relationship

hell, ghost seems to hate it more than he does; he misses being with soap, misses the connection, the closeness they shared, the safety and quiet he found in his embrace, but he's always trusted soap more than he trusts himself

soap doesn't let him be consumed by his fear or worse, sabotage them and turn it into a punishment; doesn't let him even get through the suggestion of switching because he knows how much he hates it and he won’t let him twist something as good and pure as their physical love into something self-harming

instead, he brings them back to the basics, working through the steps to get ghost comfortable with intimacy again, to get him to trust himself again; spends happy months just grinding and exchanging handjobs like when their relationship first started

and it's a happy day for them both when soap finally falls apart on his cock once again, anxiety the farthest thing from ghost's mind when his arms are wrapped so tightly around him, kissing a smile against his lips

[llikeaballerina]

nymphete spo♡

[dollvensc]

What the fuck were the 2000s vampires girlfriends eating?!!

[black-butterflly01]

[mad-angel-menhera]

Sorry not sorry for always making vampires about eating disorders. You need to eat but you feel guilty every time you do. You need to eat but part of you says you shouldn't. You can't see your reflection, but you're paler, your teeth are fucked up, and you can't tell the truth to anyone who notices these symptoms, or the fact you're not eating food anymore. You think about blood all the time, and how much better the world would be without you. Your bed is a coffin. You've died and no one knows.

[rat-rosemary]

Ough, pushing my trauma into c!Dream, guys he's in such a bad state after prison.

Base after base dedicated to hoarding just one specific item (or type like Redstone in general). Sapnap tracks Dream down and finds nothing but a empty base where every chest is filled to the brim with regular apples

(So many chests. Walls of double chests filled with nothing but stacks of apples. Dream never touches it tho, if he needs it he'll get more. This is for emergencies)

Dream sitting on his makeshift kitchen in prison in the middle of the night (he thinks. He can't exactly tell the time here) staring at some easy to eat food that he really wants and he's so hungry but he can't eat it because what if he needs it later?

Carefully studying people's schedules and timing how long he can stay in the sun, even if he's far away from everyone

Comfort hidden so deep no one could ever find it. Hundreds of blocks from mainland there's a hole digged at bedrock level where Dream made a bed filled with blankets and plushies and pillows. It makes him sick to try to sleep in it but looking at it make him feel safer

(Not acting on major threats like the egg because it gets attention off him it helps the plan. Everyone is coming together to fight one threat. The fact that it makes them forget about him for a bit has nothing to do with it.)

[iz0p0dz]

my dashboard usually

mutual one: sfx dont report block this isnt real im just talented!!!!!!

mutual two: im gonna skin myself alive

mutual three: why do calories exist

random zero day account: i wanna have sloppy and messy sex with andre kriegman

mutual two: im still gonna skin myself alive btw

mutual four: *sum random cutesy image*

random freaky account that uses the trans tag all the time: hit me up

[messrsrarchives]

"i'm so scared and i'm literally in the uk."

and you have a right to be. and i mean that in a comforting way, you are not overreacting. you are valid. you have a right to be scared. this is not just america.

this is the asylum seekers who were barricaded into burning hotels, whose attempted murderers got off with petty bails and pathetic prison sentences. who weren't called attempted murderers.

this is the people we watched get dragged out of cars in middlesborough and beaten. we watched traffic get controlled by racists, who Stopped Cars. and beat them up.

this is the men, women, and children we watched get lynch mobbed in the streets whilst the police stood by.

this is the people we watched get acid thrown on them.

this is the people dying in the channel.

this is the racism we have seen in the uk.

this is the cass report. the thousands of trans people that lost healthcare with no warning overnight because the LTC closed suddenly, who have been left with half of their bottom surgery done because our license is void. who are getting outted in schools, who can't access puberty blockers, who have been given more fucking waitlists.

this is the 25% of trans people who are homeless at least once in their lives, and the 86% of those who will not get provided shelter. this is the 50% of trans people who have experienced domestic violence and the 66% who have experienced sexual assault. it's the 9% of trans people who report that are subsequently assaulted again by officers. it's the 86% of trans people that have considered suicide and the 46% that have tried. it's the 39% of trans people that have suffered from eating disorders and don't get support. it's the 52% of trans people that have suffered from substance abuse.

it's the 186% increase in trans hate crimes.

it's the women being used as tools. being treated like pawns by the government as they attack trans people, and do nothing to actually help women. it's the women that are used as pawns by men with allegations in parliament. it's the women turned away by doctors because it's just your anxiety! when are you due on? have you tried a hot water bottle? it's the 0.2% convinction rate for rape.

this is the rate of violence against women being the highest it's ever been.

this is the 14.3% of the vote reform ltd got in their first election. this is the 14.3% of the vote a trump-endorsed and inspired party* got in their First General Election.

this is the shift the conservatives took further right to try and compensate for reform. this is kemi badenoch. this is brexit.

this is the shift labour have taken further right to try and compensate for the conservatives. this is the abolishing of clause 4. the calls for a bill of rights. this is the attacks against pensioners and disabled people. against single mothers. against the working class in the new budget.

you have a right to be scared. and you allowed to feel that. you are allowed to feel that anger. you are entitled to this anger. you are not selfish for being upset about it.

this isn't just america.

* not an official political party, reform ltd is a business

[riddlerosehearts]

Yaa, meguri aeta ne Youkoso MANKAI Company! Papapa patto mankai, papapa patto mankai! (Act!) Ugoki dashitara yume no hajimari (Addict!) Muchuu ni natte oikaketeku scenario (Actors!) Donna bamen ni sashi kakatte mo Te to te wo nobase ba Akogare no butai ga matteru

[in-memoriam-tgwk]

Amberfuzz is not the type of cat to cry. Or smile. Or… Well, any sort of emoting, really. She’s been this way since kithood; when her father stood shaking over the frozen frail body of her littermate, she sat by his side and observed his grief in silence. Catching her first prey only brought a calm reverence over her face as she quietly thanked her teacher for her exuberant praise. When Glowstar appointed her as his second-in-command, she was truly honored to be considered! But she didn’t jump around like an excitable fawn. It’s simply isn’t her nature.

Meeting Shinefreckle was like getting caught in a flash rainstorm. It left Amberfuzz befuddled and uncomfortable, and soaked to the bone. It made her irritable and snappy, and wishing for better days.

But it was also eye-opening for Amberfuzz. The older molly was everything she isn’t. Shinefreckle was bubbly, and naive, and she felt everything at an eleven. She’d squeal at the sight of lady bugs, she’d weep during the sad tales Heatherdash would regail over the evening meal, she’d loudly berate the apprentices for grabbing moss littered with pine needles. She was a whirlwind of sunlight and storms and she could grab attention without having to lift a paw.

Amberfuzz hated her for it, just as much as she envied her for it.

She never expected to get close to Shinefreckle, but it wasn’t long before they were sharing meals and sharing tongues on the regular. Shinefreckle was good at conversation in ways that Amberfuzz lacked; she could chitter on about the littlest things, investing in mostly one-sided conversations and pausing every so often for Amberfuzz to offer commentary. When Amberfuzz’s turn came to speak, she’d sit and listen with full attention, nodding when needed, gasping and smiling and giggling like anything she said was the single best thing Shinefreckle had heard all day.

She’d never admit it, but Amberfuzz preened under the attention. She’d even started smiling more, much to the confusion of the other Colony cats.

Losing Cliffclaw destroyed Shinefreckle, in more ways than could be seen. Eating was no longer a priority. She grew thin and unsteady as her frame became more bone than muscle. She couldn’t leave camp without an escort, and she rarely left at all at that point. When bathing took too much energy, her fur grew matted and dirty. Eventually Amberfuzz set about doing it all for her; she’d force her to nibble on her prey, she’d take her on small walks along the cliffs, she’d pick the tangled twigs from her fur. Despite her best efforts, however, Shinefreckle looked worse and worse as the days rolled on.

And then, Shinefreckle developed a cough. It was manageable at first, but despite a moon of treatment she just couldn’t seem to get better. She eventually had to be carried to the medicine den.

Amberfuzz doesn’t cry, but her eyes stung as her ears tuned into the rasp of her friend’s breathing, the only sound in a dusty room. Her own air hitched in her lungs�� and what a foreign feeling to her— as the stench of sickness flooded her senses. Her nose burned as she tucked her face into Shinefreckle’s neck, pressing close enough to feel her heartbeat lightly tap in a withered rhythm.

She doesn’t cry. She never cries. She will not cry—

“Fuzzy…?”

Shinefreckle’s voice rattled where it caught on her cough, her head raising just enough for Amberfuzz to see her tired eyes. They crinkled at the corners from a weak smile.

“I’m here, Shinefreckle. You’re in the medicine den.”

Shinefreckle’s gaze flitted about before coming back to rest on the other. “It seems I am,” she croaks.

“Don’t move too much,” Amberfuzz said, and pressed a paw to her flank. “Heatherdash says you’re very sick. You need to rest, to get your strength up.”

She expected Shinefreckle to scoff, or to whine, or to make a fuss like she usually would. Instead, the molly’s eyes drifted to the side, like her thoughts were leading her somewhere else entirely. It took quite some time for her to float back.

“I’m tired, Fuzzy. I don’t want to fight anymore.”

Amberfuzz frowned at her. “Don’t say that. You’ll see, you just need a few days of proper rest. You’ll be well in no time—“

Shinefreckle shook her head, and her body shuddered through a series of coughs. “N-No. I won’t be.”

“Shinefreckle.”

“But it’s okay,” Shinefreckle said, and bumped her head gently against Amberfuzz’s temple. “It’s alright, Fuzzy. Just sit with me a moment. Can we please sit together?”

She smiled a soft smile, the kind that a mother would use to ease her wailing kit. It filled Amberfuzz with a sadness she couldn’t describe, one that she could only feel her way through, hanging heavy and wet in her chest. She flexed her jaw, scowling through the tears that dampened her cheeks. “Okay,” she said with a tremble in her voice. “Okay.”

She held Shinefreckle until her rattling chest finally stilled, until her eyes fluttered shut, until the first streaks of dawn tickled at the medicine den’s entrance. She held her on her final descent down the cliff, refusing anyone who offered to help carry the load. She only let go when it was time to lay Shinefreckle on her bed of rosemary, right next to Cliffclaw’s grave. Only then did Amberfuzz let go.

Amberfuzz doesn’t cry. But the buzz of a lady bug’s wing is sure to stop her in her tracks. She talks more to the rest of the Colony, and even shares stories of her own in the evening time. And if you’re lucky, on the right kind of day, her stone face will crack at its edges in a smile.

[diet-gasoline]

I fucking hate when people use 3D tags on SH posts. I don’t want to see that shit

[skelespidey]

WHAT THE FYCK WHY DIUD THIS JS SHOW UP IM OGNNA CRY>>????

[cononeillbreastingboobily]

It's about symbolic death.

It's Stede's fuckery (with 3 deaths in quick succession!) in the season 1 finale, then immediately embarking on a journey to find Ed.

It's Izzy attempting to shoot himself and failing, only to turn up on the deck to stop Ed from endangering the lives of the crew.

It's Ed spending his time unconscious while his soul goes through shit leading him towards painful realizations.

It's about the chance to start anew, unearthing yourself out of the rubble of your past life.

[0fatboy0]

☆Musze się jakoś zmotywować więc wyznaczam sobie nagrody☆

[59] ide do fryzjera

[55] mogę sobie napisać więcej napisów na ścianie

[53] kupuje mojej dziewczynie kwiatka🫶

[50] moge kupic książki

[47] nowe ubrania

[45] (pewnie zauważa i trafię do psychiatryka więc chuj)

[45] zgon na miejscu

[fagdykevash]

the snake beginning to devour his own tail: no guys this is different this time i'm just Really hungry