#owchie.

[lightbulb-warning]

the thing my headache needs to understand is that i wanna do other things. i have literally drank water and taken my stupid silly meds and eaten a nourishment. cure yourself already????? please?????

[altarcup]

and the crowd goes wild! for violet › from jinx.

my ears ring. my world spins. the t̳h̳i̳n̳g̳ that used to be my sister 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 from one greedy shadow to the next, weaving, dancing between pillars of smoke   ‒‒   and then, she seems to simply evaporate, 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫. she's the roach, but i’m the one crushed underfoot.

something cracks and splinters ; 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 as i try to right myself, try t̳o̳ ̳r̳i̳g̳h̳t̳ ̳m̳y̳ ̳s̳e̳l̳f̳ and all the things 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐, made irrevocable. 𝖎 can’t undo what i did to create her. that is why i must undo her.      ❛❛  𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐱,  ❜❜      i rasp, and it comes out with a string of blood-pink spit, the word 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚜, h̳o̳l̳l̳o̳w̳, in our empty, dark arena. ( and the crowd goes wild, indeed. )  

my teeth, my teeth, my teeth are aching with how hard they’re clenched together.  i’ll grind them down to stumps. i’ll have 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖊𝖋𝖙 in my mouth but dust when i’m done here. wincing, i leverage the weight of my gauntlets to 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚎 to the ground as i struggle to stand. they connect, one after the other, with the s̳t̳e̳a̳m̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳r̳u̳b̳b̳l̳e̳. boom. boom. twin earthquakes. 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶? i 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 for an electric glimmer, a flash of trailing blue. her voice comes from all directions at once. and, yes, it’s in my head. it asks, why did you leave me?

when will you kill me?

it seems to laugh. it toys with me, t̳a̳u̳n̳t̳s̳ me. it’s having fun, as if we're playing like we haven't in forever   ‒‒   𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚘. my bones rattle with how much i want to just lay down and cry from the weight of it all. it’s under the surface of my skin, 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 so bad to get out. i’ll never let it. maybe one day, when the wounds turned scabs turned scars stop 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, when i’ve not forgiven either of us, but 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡. maybe then. for now, my eyes are dry.

i heave up my metal fists, up, up, up until they’re balanced on either side of me, readied. 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱, the dust is settling. i pivot to the imaginary crowd, p̳i̳c̳t̳u̳r̳i̳n̳g̳ her world of grimaces and ragged dolls and squeaking gears on killing-toys. i don’t bother saying her name again. i know she's paying attention.      ❛❛  well, don’t keep 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 waiting.  ❜❜

[birdie-ghost]

And on our dates, it's never daytime When she gets playful with a steak knife I need a break, maybe I'll take five Shake it up and medicate, maybe I'll take five

[murk0lurk]

Every Crown Bearer must eventually experience and see their eldritch form, some experience it later in the years of their life, but... Those who see it so young cannot comprehend what has happened to them, and usually end up haunted by the experience.

[the-mang0tree]

[owchie-wowchie]

If Miss Holloway summoned the lords, do you think they'd have an 80s aesthetic? Wiggly's got shoulder pads, Pokey's holding a boombox, the bastard's box is a rubix cube, Blinky's wearing a trenchcoat, etc

[deathdetermineslife]

for my fellow selfshippers that experience a menstrual cycle;

your f/o would do anything they can to help you through the pain. if you need pain meds or a heating pad or you just need held, they'd help you.

if you experience dysphoria around this time, they'd do anything to help you with that, too! whatever you prefer, they'd do anything to make you more comfortable.

when you're hungry, they'd get you something to eat, no matter what it was. they'd make you your favorite meals and make sure you had everything you needed to stay comfortable and happy.

[starays13]

the honey was not worth it 😔

[myiliterallyhavenolifegoals]

Sherlock & Co's adaptation of The Final Problem means I'm gonna have to listen to the note that Sherlock leaves John and Mariana before faking his death doesn't it

[patrothestupid]

"Kill them with kindness" Wrong! Sturgeon attack!!!

[fence-time]

You know where to find me~

And I know where to look~

[crossnamara]

john macnamara cuck chair. youre welcome

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

Hey hey-Life lesson kids??? Double check the block of ice (which mysteriously hasnt melted despite the box being delivered yesterday) isn't secretly dry ice.

Before you go and grab with your bare fucking hands

[chocoboco]

Quick kanesan sketch yippieeeee

[the-mang0tree]

finally finished the wfc trilogy woohoo

[dallyismydaddy]

My daily dose of pain:

Ponyboy brings in past tense for Dally and Johnny, showing they are already dead.

"Dally. I used to like to draw his picture when he was in a dangerous mood, for then I could get his personality down in a few lines."

"Johnny Cade was last and least. If you can picture a little dark puppy that has been kicked too many times and is lost in a crowd of strangers, you'll have Johnny. He was the youngest, next to me, smaller than the rest, with a slight build."