#ouch this HURTS

[shotce]

Yes, I fandom customized my gun. No, the friend I play with (middle name ‘carry’) doesn’t get it. 😂

I just want the Soap skin, come on guys! Why is Shadow Company winning against Task Force 141? This is homophobic.

Also plz don’t ask me how I’m doing, back in a game I was never good at to begin with? At least I have the lolz and all the Graves I’ve been killing.

[sneakyxthexclown]

Yo why did I have to get called out like this today

[thaneirstaer]

"What kind of herb are you?"

Thyme

Anxiety is your middle name. You need to check in with other people or beliefs when you take a step because the world is dark and you are so small, so fragile, and you've been hurt so many times before. You were bullied or hurt before, by people you trusted or people you loved, and despite all that you find yourself stumbling into other people, into bandaged trust because all you want is to be secure, loved, safe, supported. But maybe instead you long to be loved, long to find solace in the arms of someone else but can't bare to draw near enough to anyone long enough to feel safe and ache, ache, ache for company. The world is dark and you're so lonely it hurts sharper than any wound. How can you trust when it's all be shattered so many times before? How do you trust yourself when you've let so many in? You are a thousand contradictions, a thousand bits and pieces picked up along the way and maybe even this doesn't sound right, maybe nothing sounds right. You are so lonely and so afraid and you just want to be safe. Secure. Loved. You're so tired of being afraid.

(stolen from @doedsdans )

[wearealive]

parameddic asked: "C'mon, bud. Let's get you to a real bed." (TK for Eli 🥺)

❝ i'm okay. seriously. ❞ words are slurred, the young man still half-asleep. he's propped up against a brick wall, a chilled autumn breeze hitting his face. the station had beds, he was sure, but he'd only just started in austin. it didn't feel right, and he didn't need everyone knowing what'd happened between him and adam.

he didn't have a place to stay, as of last week. he'd managed to find places to sleep, and he showered and ate after his shifts. but he was off for the next few days, and going to the station didn't feel like an option. so he'd been sleeping outside. it wasn't worth what little money he had to waste on a hotel room. ❝ please, don't tell— anyone. ❞ tired eyes raise to meet TK's. ❝ i'm serious. ❞

[cloudpalettes]

in a blink

[rexsie]

Oh....

Archive

By Old Xian

[o3o-lapd-o3o]

there are two wolves inside you

the first is you looking/listening in horror at odysseus eviscerating poseidon with his own trident

the second is you hearing poseidon/steven's screams and going "ayo why does he/this sound so good"

[hinamie]

idk about yall but life is good again

[becasbelt]

this art by @qvert has destroyed me. consider this a counterattack.

* * *

Falling asleep at her desk wasn’t new.

The dream was.

It’s easier to push unwanted memories to the back of her mind when she’s awake, when she can keep herself busy. It’s easier to make the past a blurry spot in her mind’s periphery when she’s sparring with Ambessa, strategizing with Maddie. She could hide her internal struggles behind work, has done it before.

Commander Kiramman didn’t run from ghosts. She hunted them.

Unfortunately, the moment she finally allows her eyes to fall shut, when she physically can’t keep them open any longer, the tight control she has over her own thoughts slips away.

Caitlyn remembers the moment vividly, no matter how hard she tries to forget it. The vulnerability on Vi’s face, the exhaustion seeping through her bones, the lingering smell of smoke and blood clinging to their clothes. It lives somewhere deep within her, somewhere she hasn’t been able to find and carve out yet.

But she’s never dreamed of it before.

Vi’s eyes are distant as she talks about her sister. The love she holds for Powder is obvious with every facet of her being; it spills from her pores almost as overwhelmingly as the regret that goes along with it.

Caitlyn watches with hooded eyes, body screaming for sleep that she’s unwilling to give – not when Vi is baring herself so openly. Not when she looks so soft and young and handsome lying in Caitlyn’s bed, fingers tracing her bedsheets as if there were no other place she’d rather be.

She wants to kiss her- has always wanted to kiss her, she thinks. But she won’t interrupt Vi, won’t rob her of this opportunity to talk without burden.

“Then a real monster showed up,” Vi says, eyes closing in deep remorse, “and I just ran away. I left her.”

And Caitlyn doesn’t think- can’t think about anything but easing the pain in Vi’s voice. She reaches out, gently drags two fingers down Vi’s cheek, soft, weathered skin brushing against the backs of her knuckles.

Vi reaches up and stops her hand before it can pull away, keeps it close to her instead. When her eyes blink open, something like amazement shining in her expression, Caitlyn’s heart skips a beat faster and-

Caitlyn doesn’t startle awake. Her eyes open sluggishly, registering slowly that she’d been dreaming. She’s still slumped over at her desk, face buried in her elbow, and through the one eye not obstructed by black fabric she sees her hand extended out in front of her, palm open and empty and cold.

A shiver ripples through her body and Caitlyn pulls her hand back in, curling in on herself.

The warmth of Vi lingers with her. She can’t find it in herself to push it away this time, not when it’s the middle of the night and she’s alone in her office instead of the bed stained with the memory of what she’s lost.

Caitlyn squeezes her eyes shut, presses her palms to the closed lids hard, wills the memory of Vi looking at her as if she was worth her fragile love to stay in her mind for just a moment longer.

Alone in her dark office, no one is around to see Caitlyn cry.

[nynyhaha]

AT LEAST HE ISNT ALONE

they can at least understand him on some level and don’t judge him for the person he’s become..ok maybe they would’ve understood whatever he’d do for the city anyway but now they’re right there with him doing what perhaps is more effective that what the elders would’ve wanted. Who really knows..

You know it’s kinda crazy how Chrollo’s fate to be an important figure in meteor city was already set. Even if everything didn’t happen the way it did Chrollo was most likely still going to be chosen to do something to help meteor city the only difference would be all his friends wouldn’t be apart of it. I feel like Chrollo would have lost himself either way but it definitely hurts more because his friends are being affected by it even if it was thier choice to join him.

[frindoka]

[That STUPID blinding coin.]

[The Universe took everything from you, when that star tore you open from the inside out— Your body, your name, your identity, your family.] [Everything you had ripped out of your grasp, given to a new, shiny, mirror image.]

[But it let you keep that coin.]

[The only thing you were able to hang on to. Attached to a memory of something you wish you could rip out of your head.] […]

[Being the Universe’s most special little cosmic joke is a lot of tough work~!]

[machinot]

Use the D-Pad - Machinot for Nintendo DS - 2005

[dirtytransmasc]

Sevika protecting Isha (and my feelings below):

I think the most heartbreaking, yet endearing, part of this whole scene, is that Sevika only has one arm.

in holding onto Isha, she renders herself defenseless. she has no clue what she's running into, but she won't put Isha down. she runs blind and unable to quickly fight back with her remaining arm.

and she doesn't give Isha a chance to run on her own. she just holds her. doesn't get angry when she fights her. doesn't scold her. just holds her tighter. and keeping a squirmy kids still is hard enough with two arms, let alone a kid fighting you as hard as she can with just one.

and she's soft with her, just in general. none of that normal tug and sharpness we're used to seeing. she's of course fighting her enough to keep her from slipping out of her grasp, but that's it.

I just. I'm not normal about them.

mother and child, your honor.

[miyakuli]

Goodbye, Blitz. 💔

[mulletstanleys]

once more to see you

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(no trauma pics under cut)

[its-a-me-mango]

Doodle while waiting for the doctor to phone me and prescribe me yummy yummy drugs, I would take perscription medication with him.