#presents this to u with no comment

[bloodbuzz-ohio]

RYAN ATWOOD & MARISSA COOPER The O.C. | 1.12 "The Secret" (requested by anonymous)

[iustuspeccator]

this is so funny. worst comment on my Nicaea post; I didn't like The Chosen. fight me.

[vithcy]

Putting my ocs in modern realistic scenarios like I wonder what kind of microaggessions they would face

[icewindandboringhorror]

I occasionally wish to reach out to old friends/acquaintances I haven't spoken to since high school/some other even earlier time in my life, but I have SOOO little social energy even for required tasks (like making dr phone calls or etc), I never have any leftover for extra ones, and it would be very odd to message someone I haven't spoken to in like 5 years out of the blue but then take 4 entire months to respond back lol.. My natural curiosity with nostalgia/collecting details of the past/etc. (literally if I were born a little earlier I would definitely do scrapbooking or something lol) is very strong, but, alas, not strong enough to beat out the Social Issues Demons apparently

[yea-baiyi]

ok but i’m still reeling from how @illuminatedferret just absolutely nailed hua cheng’s characterisation with this line “hua cheng's ultimate desire, his reason for existing, is to protect xie lian. So his greatest fear is being something xie lian needs to be protected against.” like yes perfect i couldn’t have worded it better ily ily ily

but anyway having that written out so succinctly made me realise. oh. OH. his greatest fear is being a threat to xie lian and his greatest desire is to protect xie lian. of course he’s into BDSM as the dom. walking on the knifes edge of hurt and pleasure while xie lian is fully trusting and surrendering to his control. of course that would be his kink.

[ge]

rereading asuras upload of this recent chapter and tang gunak is soo fine.. such a closet freak.. i can not wait until he becomes just another wife in chung myungs ever growing harem..PLEASE HURRY...!!!!

[crossbackpoke-check]

the pics of morgan and joel are from travis sanheim's wedding this weekend!

^^^me experiencing the one-two knockout punch of “oh they WERE each other’s wedding date” followed by the realization that sanny finally got married 🥹😭 cheers indeed!!!

[lesbianlenas]

law school is like imagine u r paying $70k to experience the worst never ending torture imaginable. and u make think this is an exaggeration but it isn’t. like u will experience the type of suffering meant to be outlawed in this country by the 8th amendment.

[kaisollisto]

camlil silence (i trace the silence with my lips for any part of you)

Lilith presses into her back pushing her cheek into the training mat. She can feel the frustration rolling off of Lilith in waves but it doesn't deter her. Lilith's mad, she's always mad but this feels like desperation. Camila can taste the dew in the air, she doesn't need to turn around to know, she can feel the animosity.

Lilith has something to get off her chest but something won't let her. Camila can feel a shift, a knot in Lilith's chest has tightened and she finds her opening. She slips out from underneath her using her small frame to her advantage.

Lilith's grip had faltered and Camila knows it, she slams her digging her limbs between the shoulder blades of her broad back. Camila's not strong, at least not strong enough as Lilith but she knows what feels tender, what bruises easily, what hurts.

(Lilith brushes her fingers gently down her arms, it raises goosebumps on her skin but Camila has to focus. Lilith is prattling on about wrists and their field of mobility and Camila misses her. She doesn't think about what Lilith did today and why her shoulders are tense. She doesn't think about the furrow in her brow or the paleness of her skin. She doesn't think about much other than the light filtering through the room. It softens the angular cheekbones in her face, it whispers a memory of a smile Lilith had given her wholeheartedly another time.

It's always disarmed Camila how soft Lilith smiles. Her teeth poke out from her lips symmetrically and Cam needs to know if there's any more facets to her smile. A crooked grin? A chewed lip? The questions hold a home inside of her clawing and shaking her to her core.

Camila knows how Lilith gets her scars, each one has their tells. There's a constriction in her throat every time she looks too hard. Some of them scar so bad Camila doesn't have to guess what happened. She watches the way Lilith carries herself after long missions. A jaw twisted too tight, scabs in her hands, a twitch in her eyebrow, she knows her. (But she still can't figure out how to lift the corner of Lilith's mouth with a quip).

It speaks volumes, her smiles, her scars, her mannerisms, layers of who she used to be, who she could be and Camila knows how to process information. She just doesn't know what to do with it, it sits in cabinets, in hard drives, in the absence of Lilith. She needs to break it all down, she needs to do something with it, she's just not sure what.

Lilith is complex, she's always contradicting herself in the face of emotions. That's what Camila likes about her, she's unpredictable especially when she smiles. She doesn't see it often but once or twice she catches something predatory.

She wants to see more of it, hints of it, the absence of it, a shy lip, a bold snarl, a swallowed smile, she's selfish and she wants more.

Lilith had swatted her across her forehead when she had finally noticed she wasn't paying attention. It had devolved into a harmless argument and had startled Camila, in her yearning she had missed Lilith once again.)

Even now Camila's mind drifts which leaves her flipped on her back. Lilith's forearm pins her chest against the mat and Lilith's eyes are cold. She flickers back and forth between frustration and fear. Camila recognizes the turmoil, a heavy burden that has been hefted on Lilith from birth.

Lilith doesn't want to talk about it and Camila knows it but her lips tingle, she itches to reach past her, down deep into her and touch her. Grab her hand and tell her she will be okay. To shield her, to hold her like others have done before

(and Camila has never been good at letting things go.)

But she can't, the words get lodged in her throat and she fears. She is no stranger to doubt, she knows doubt, (in dark nights, in hushed prayer sessions, in broken bones and swollen lips). Camila isn't strong enough but it's so much easier to be strong when it's her.

She grabs Lilith, (she can feel herself lingering on the jut of her forearm, the muscles are tight and she can't let herself get lost in familiarity,) the material of her shirt feels soft. Her hands screw up against the material bunching them up, Lilith's going to grumble at her for the wrinkles, and yanks her down.

Lilith can sense her predictability and jerks her head to the side narrowly avoiding a head on collision. Camila feels her hiss tickle her ear but she pays it no mind as her hand falls on the left side of her face and plants a soft kiss on her cheekbone. The skin bends to her touch and her cheekbone has never felt softer.

She doesn't dare to go further but she longs for it, she can feel an inky memory ghosting her skin but her treacherous thumb anchors her to the present as it lingers on the fold of the corner of her mouth. She doesn't press down just skims lightly. She can feel the soft hairs of her face and it's different yet the same as always. It's still Lilith but if she lingers she can feel scarred tissue.

Camila's huffing, the only sound between them and if she were braver she would give Lilith another kiss, a kiss dappled underneath her lashes. (The softest part of Camila reaching for the softest part of Lilith.) Her hand twitches on instinct to press up and kiss her again but she holds still. She can feel Lilith's gaze boring into her but she's not ready for what answer lies in her face. She skirts around the slopes of her face, taking in the contours of her skin. They're unfit for a warrior, a fighter like Lilith, Lilith whom's only mistake was being born to a lineage.

(And Camila can understand Lilith's anger, can feel a familiarity with it. They shouldn't be here, fighting, hurting, and dying.)

She is pinned at the mercy of Lilith but that's just who Camila is. She's drawn to the hunt, the danger and she wants to be devoured by her. But most importantly she wants her, she wants Lilith so deeply that any part of her fills some depraved part of her.

And Lilith answers, she presses their lips together in a hunger Camila has missed. She lurks at the edges of her lips teasing her, taunting her. Her teeth scrape against every corner of her lips and she gets lost in it. It douses her on fire, scratching angry Lilith biting into her face, searching for the same depraved thing inside of her.

It's hot and messy and Lilith is whimpering into her mouth, a pathetic sad noise that breaks Camila's heart. It keens between them and Camila does her best to hold it with her lips. She presses harder into Lilith swallowing everything she has to give and it's enough. Her hands wander hurriedly on her, in places she couldn't touch before: the underside of her ribs, the fat of her stomach, the dips in between her shoulder blades.

She debates pulling back to hug her, hold her, to kiss her, to burrow into her, there's too much to do and so little time. She feels Lilith push away from her, her fingers fold delicately over the shape of her mouth. They trace her lips as Lilith heaves inches away from her face and Camila has to swallow the urge to taste them. She's content to feel as the fingers flex and move across her face.

She presses her fingers against Lilith's cheek and she knows that something's changed for them, for the better.

[neiptune]

i genuinely think people are unable to grasp that hashira cannot possibly be bad people. like no matter how bitchy or unpleasant, they're putting their lives at stake to protect people and those who are dear to them. muichiro is literally a 14 year old. give them a fucking break lol

[sillymagicfroggie]

i love reading comments on my art but then i'm always scared to leave comments on other peoples' art? why cant my brain understand that's the same interaction just from the other side??

[aromanticgarbage]

[menkhu]

wait. ok. hold on.

[biracy]

[scoutsystem]

intro post bc idk our old one was just links to separate blogs (that i rather keep secret)

hey! were the sunflower scout system. Call us Sunflower, Scout, Benrey, Danny, etcetc who ever is fronting works too. it/its pronouns prefer

Noelle is the current host- I rarely post any of my own things bc tumblr is a scary place for people with Intrusive/Compulsions (i prolly dont have ocd but i have a lot of symptoms) (It/Its is usually safe- she/her if ur talking to me specifically is also mostly safe but i am genderfluid)

the only sys course I will engage with is this: I don't believe endos are real but I believe in non-disordered plurality. endos were created as a way to say "i dont have trauma but i have a cdd" ive been in system places much longer then you have. I know what I'm talking about. I ID as anti/neu-endo but don't engage w anything bc syscourse is stupid

sorry if i type wrong or mis understand things, yayy schizo affective and disorder thinking. Also I'll never list our age on here, bc Intrusive/Compulsive but if you REALLY need to know then DM us (which you might not even get a reply from cause. intrusive compulsive)

i have 1 million and 1 disorders and too tired to care about peoples opinions so. This is my little blog I guess. I promise I'm nicer then this intro seems I'm just a mess

(byi link idk if u want to know eeverything abt me just ask or smth)