#sadder

[kristoffs-lullaby]

“When this is all over, we’ll be back here basking in the sun, getting fat on fruit for the rest of well… FOREVER! Like we always wanted.”

[kojenie]

@kojenie edit

[xoxo-314]

why’s the mouthwashing fandom allergic to happiness?

(im mouthwashing fandom)

No one's coming.

I couldn't help but also think of the secondary anti-capitalist tone under the enabler-culture commentary of the story. How there's no way a company supplying mouthwash that was okay sending 5 people in a ship with 4 non functioning cryo-pods is coming back to save anyone. A company that did announce that it was laying everyone off and shutting down 20 years ago to boot. The cryo-pods were formality and nothing more.

[dkpsyhog]

Just found out apparently Terraria has optional integration with RGB keyboards where the key lights will animate thematically to the gameplay and I'm gonna be honest if I saw this shit on my keyboard during the final boss countdown I think I would shit myself

[dogret]

I didn't even get to drink any of the prosecco husband got us 😑

[tawnysoup]

The one eyed Siffrin Wink™

[chiffer178]

[sameboot]

Simon petrikov coping FAIL compilation

[toastyyjams]

they took my right to tell you myself. [mizu5]

[shehzadi]

tonight we die as a family, mohammed el-kurd

[english on the left as published in the poetry review & translated into urdu on the right by @/smuntahaali on instagram]

[oxkikixo]

current mood ^

IN THE NETHERWOOD — PART IV TEASER

Werewolf!Sanemi x Red Riding Hood!Reader

A/N: hehehe. After the cliffhanger of Part III, have a taste of the pain to come in Part IV as our Huntsman and his Lamb try and navigate the fallout of Douma’s tricks

He stood before the crackling hearth, his back turned toward you and stiff.

It hit you that he’d only called you by name since you first regained full consciousness.

Not Lamb.

Not Sweetling.

Not even my love.

Just your name; only your name.

Your breath came hard and fast through your nose. The Wolf standing before the fireplace must have heard the sudden increase in your heart rate, for he turned quickly toward you, face grave with concern.

“What is it?” He crossed the room in two strides, kneeling beside the bed. His hands hovered awkwardly over your body beneath the covers, uncertain whether he should touch you.

“Sanemi,” you croaked, panic bubbling in your gut the longer he refused to meet your eye. “Kiss me.”

He closed his eyes briefly, swallowing hard before he opened them again, still fixed hard on the bed. “You’re still recovering, Lamb.”

Lamb. That affectionate nickname should have brought you comfort, but it only left something cold and bitter sitting in your gut. The knuckles of your fingers whitened with the ferocity of your grip on the quilt.

You were losing him.

“Please,” you whispered, brokenly. “Please, Sanemi — I’m —,” You’d almost begged him for it — for something he’d never withheld from you before unless it was to tease.

You did not know what stung more: that you’d almost begged for a simple act of affection that he seemed damn near unwilling to give, or that your dignity was preserved only because words died in your throat before you could choke them out.

Pathetic. You felt utterly pathetic.

With a quiet sigh, Sanemi brought a hand to rest softly against your smooth cheek, his thumb stroking along its curve. He finally lifted his eyes to meet your pleading stare before he leaned in, closing the distance between you.

His lips against yours were so soft, so familiar, and yet so hesitant.

You drank him in, bandaged hands rising to rest on either side of his jaw as you moved your lips feverishly against his. Sanemi indulged you for only a moment, but as soon as your teeth grazed his bottom lip, it was over.

He broke away, moving to brush his lips over your eye, your cheek, and then your forehead, his thumb stroking softly along the unmarred skin of your jaw.

“Rest now, Y/N. You’ve had a long day.”

“Do you love me?” You couldn’t help but blurt. For a moment, there was nothing but silence, loud and suffocating all at once. Each tick of the nearby clock felt like a stake to the chest, one that slowly chiseled away at your heart piece by piece. “Still?”

Something tortured flitted across the Huntsman’s face. His hand reached to brush a lock of your hair behind your ear, but it faltered midair, Sanemi pulling his arm back tight to his side.

“More than anything.” He whispered, but his voice sounded hollow.

Just like his answer.

—-

Two weeks after your return home, you awoke in the middle of the night with a start.

At first you were confused; you had not been having a nightmare, so there was no reason for you to jolt awake as violently as you had, heart thumping and throat tight.

Curiously, you felt something warm and wet trickle down your cheek. With a frown, your fingers rose hesitantly to brush away the wetness, and to your bemusement you realized it was a tear.

Another slipped out of your eye, followed by another, until you were fighting choking, mournful sobs though you could not identify the source of your melancholy.

You shifted slightly in bed, noting that, once again, Sanemi was not laying beside you. You rolled your head to the side, your eye squinting as it combed the room for your mate.

You spied him on his makeshift bed upon the cabin floor, where he spent most nights. To your surprise, his eyes were open and fixed hard on the ceiling, his arms folded behind his head.

The Huntsman, it appeared, had not noticed you stirring, apparently too lost in whatever thoughts plagued his mind. As your eye adjusted in the dark, you noticed the way a small sliver of moonlight that shone through the foggy glass on the window reflected off something crusted along his cheeks, making his skin glisten.

You quietly rolled your head back and away from Sanemi, the pieces of your heart sinking into your gut as you struggled to reclaim sleep.

A similar pattern emerged during the nights that followed; you would startle awake, alone in your bed, seemingly without reason, your mate in the same position upon the floor.

And with a tired hand, you would wipe away Sanemi’s woeful tears as they trailed down your cheek.

The next part is full of angst/pain/hurt/comfort and of course, more plot. See you soon!

[weeblmaodotcom]

Honestly sadder than Ace's donutification , Meme by Weeblmao.com

[hallenanyall]

"she asks that i tell you to remember her. you won't."

// happy halloween :)

[randomgarbagecan]

[needlepine]

Needletail as Rootpaw’s ghost guide in TBC, episode 2: “my wine aunt’s spirit is haunting me and she’s also super annoying”

[fishbloc]

i want to see what life has to offer with you by my side