#screamin cryin throwin up

[eyvi444]

'whens ur period due?' bitch stfu.

[dudewotheck]

just watched carol for the first time. not doin so good

[scriv3lloirl]

I WAS JUS WATCHIN THIS VIDEO.

SHE LIVEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS

[cautiously0ptimistic]

Been on a trip down memory lane, looking through my all the posts from my old blog. The shots on the left are Sabrina from the original Homesick era, circa 2017 vs. on the right, her now in The Journey Forward. It's insane to consider how much this story has evolved, and how different the same characters and game look now. (also, if the fact that I'm still stuck on these fkers all these years later ain't a testament to autistic hyperfixation, I don't know what is~)

Some days, I feel so frustrated with this hobby. I'll take 20 shots, and only be satisfied with one, IF that. I see the absolute masterpieces people create with this game rolling down my dashboard and the imposter syndrome sets in. I often feel in over my head trying to revisit this story through this medium, and unfortunately, find myself devolving into the dangerous pattern of relying on external validation for motivation. (which I'm actively trying to break, but easier said than done, yanno)

Over the years, my sim style has changed so very much (thank you alpha cc creators for getting me to where I am, my 130 gb salutes you), my reshade, blender, and photoshop knowledge has expanded, and even my original vision for this entire series has developed into something different entirely. However, I feel like I'm the closest I've ever been to truly bringing that vision to life in this medium, and I'm so proud that all that time and effort is visible, and I guess...tangible? in the grand scheme. That as I've grown and changed and improved as a human being, it's reflected in my art.

I think I needed this reminder today. So here's your reminder—we all gotta start somewhere, to get to where we need to be.

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

not me wondering why the new genshin character's voice sounded so familiar and why i took to him so quickly..... that's mf Harrison Gray

[mens-reas]

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[ewnotstiles-a]

"lydia.. please spare me the 'it's not you, it's me' bullshit." stiles sighed, pain evident in his eyes, his heart pounding in his chest, each word from lydia slicing through him like a knife. he felt the familiarity of her touch on his cheek, and he wanted nothing more than to lean into her touch. "but lydia, you did hurt me," he whispered, his voice strained. "you walked away without an explanation, leaving me with questions that haunted me every day. i understand you wanted to protect me, but from what? i would've faced anything if it meant being with you. you didn't have to leave me."

stiles couldn't stop the tears that welled up in his eyes, his vulnerability laid bare before her. "i would've chosen to face the danger, the pain, anything if it meant having you by my side. i can handle whatever it is, but not knowing... it's been tearing me apart. please, lydia, tell me what happened. let me understand."

The pain reflected in his eyes was almost unbearable. She couldn't escape the realization that she was the cause of his pain, a painful truth that could have been avoided if not for her fear. The fear that he might be irreversibly lost. His admission of missing her tightened a knot in her chest, squeezing her eyes shut she allowed a single tear to fall. The ache of longing for him was so intense that waking up was a cruel reminder he was gone. As he took a step closer, her heart quickened, and she grappled with the struggle of explaining without sounding implausible. Shaking her head, she drew a deep breath, reaching out to gently place her hand on his cheek. The touch was a reminder of what she had missed – the warmth of his touch, the embrace, the connection. ''Y-You didn't do anything... it's not about you,'' her voice, almost a whisper, carried the unmistakable weight of pain. ''I-I didn't want to hurt you... I-I've caused myself more pain than you know walking away... It's the hardest thing I've done... but I couldn't watch you get hurt.'' With a sigh, she lowered her arm, a sudden emptiness settling in.

[ircnwrought]

I HATE YOU BUT JUST DID SOMETHING TO HELP YOU

don't look at me like that. // @manupropria (feyre) to rhys !!

__________✰    HE CAN'T HELP THAT HE'S STARING. grease covered && soot ridden as she is, he is transfixed both by deed && by that storm-colored gaze. the light catches on the ring she holds between her fingers && it takes all he has not to forget how to breathe. the ring meant for her, should she ever choose to accept him. not that she knows just what she's stolen back for him or that the fire in her gaze ignites something inside of him that rejoices to see that life back in her very being.

✰__________ A GRIN TUGS AT HIS LIPS AS HE POCKETS THE OFFERED TRINKET. fingers linger against her skin for a ghost of a second && he is once again leading them farther away from the weaver's cabin, lest she decide to sniff the two of them out. ❛   you are a marvel full of surprises, aren't you feyre darling ??   ❜ how could i look at you any different ??

[esotericjerks]

Addy the kind of mf to have one of those crazy big dildos that can put eggs in your hoohah

"The WHAT that does WHAT??? I- I don't even own something like that. I go to church!"

[eyvi444]

real exept she,her**

[dvlishkol]

a light hum leaves plump lips as lexi speaks. before they had been parted, he was planning to get her a daylight ring, he'd been in the process of doing so but, klaus got to him first. there was another thing for kol to hate his brother for. he hadn't expected lexi to still be without one, considering how long the both of them had been apart, as well as the fact that she had a salvatore brother wrapped around her little finger. when she mentioned the silk sheets, he couldn't help but laugh. "darling, i am nothing without my silk sheets." he chuckled, leaning in to press a delicate kiss to the tip of her nose. the thought of getting her a daylight ring returns to his mind, and he then lightly traces his fingertips over the bare skin of her hip. "i'm sure i'll be able to find a witch to fix that for you. then.. we can explore the sunlight together - as we always should have." he murmurs, eyes softening as a smile stretches over his face. "until then.." he turns over, drawing the curtains, to block out the sunlight. then, kol slides the ring off his finger, and holds it out to lexi. "why not give mine a whirl?" the vampire asks with yet another softened smile.

it was strange, how she trusted kol to shield her from the sun in times like this. the opposite of what a certain salvatore brother had done so long ago. not that she was still a little bitter about it. but out of everyone she knew, she trusted kol with her life - as insane as it may sound to some. "you say that like i'm the one with the nifty little daylight ring on my finger. can't exactly leave until sundown, even if i wanted to." she teased playfully, lips pressed into a soft smile at the gentle touch. "i slept like the dead. which weirdly enough is super comfortable when you're sleeping with someone who has silk bedsheets."

[dellalyra]

I looked at the prompt list, but i literally COULD NOT decide, but i was thinking, what if Megumi or Tsumiki had a really bad nightmare? How would Gojo and Reader help them? I was thinking baby Megumi, in his sleepy, not being as menacing and just being scared and asking reader for help (cause gojo would bully him)

Also Ily, thank you for your service to society.

A/N: cryin screamin throwin up i can’t this was so sweet to write I think I got a cavity. Having soft sleepy baby Megumi made me so happy to write bc I feel he definitely had his vulnerable tiny little boy moments with these two after he settled in - still a prickly little cactus man most days but occasionally he just needed a cuddle - bc who wouldn’t? Especially if it’s Gojo giving them. Also ily and thank you so much these kind of messages MAKE MY FUCKIN DAY. Keep em coming!!!!!

listen to: luv note - chloe moriondo

la lune - billie marten

A Little Extra Love

Waking up to the sound of obvious nightmares wasn’t unusual for you. You’d been sleeping beside Satoru for a couple of years now, and you’ve shared rooms with Geto and Shoko - the four of you have seen too much shit to sleep unscathed. At least once a month, you’d be sitting with Satoru, still shaking and crying from the lingering feelings of fear and pain stemming from the nightmare - of Riko, of Suguru, of Toji - of losing you. You were no stranger yourself, dreams of bloodied white hair in your lap and vacant blue eyes with a stab wound through his throat plagued you - the image of Suguru holding a young girl's corpse, of the last time you saw Haibara all poisoned your sleep now and again.

So waking at 2am to the sounds of soft whimpers made you immediately turn around to wake your boyfriend from what you expected to be his nightmare - only to find him fast asleep, hair wild across the pillow and drool leaking from the corner of his mouth as he lay starfished across the bed. There was no relief however in seeing a peaceful Satoru - because that meant it was one of the kids.

They’d been with you for about 9 months now, and it was almost Megumi’s 7th birthday.

You bolted up, trying to stay silent as you creeped out your door and ran down the hallway to the kids rooms - the sound was coming from Megumi’s room so you softly opened the door and came face to face with a sight that broke your heart. Megumi was clutching his frog plush so tight that his small knuckles were white and his face was contorted in fear - whimpers and soft cries coming from his trembling mouth.

Dashing across to his bed, you gently sat on the bed beside him. You knew that waking anyone - let alone a 6 year old - abruptly from a nightmare would only cause more fear, so you began to softly coo his name and stroke his soft black hair away from his face. After about 20 seconds, you placed a hand on his little chest and rubbed soothing circles - causing his eyes to flash open and the frog to be clutched even tighter to his chest as he let out a yelp at whatever woke him, eyes wide and petrified frantically scanning the room before he surprised you by flinging his tiny arms around your neck and clutching you right and crawling his way into your lap.

“You’re okay sweet boy, you’re safe. It was a nasty dream, that’s all.” You coo into his hair, with the softest voice you can muster. You hate seeing him like this, you wish he didn’t have the trauma he did so he could worry about things normal little boys did instead.

He sniffled into your chest, head pressed into your fluffy pyjama top face first. You continue the slow cycles on his back and wrap your arm around his legs to keep his close to you.

“Do you wanna talk about it, baby?” You ask.

He shudders, but nods.

“He c-came to get us, my dad, he came in here and took me and ‘Miki and said w-we had to leave with him to the big Zen’in family and never come home again and h-he said you didn’t w-want us and-” and the sobs took over as you got the gist of the dream and if the ghost of Toji Fushiguro was in front of you right now you’d kill him and send him back to hell again.

“Oh, my sweet boy - that’s never gonna happen. We’re never leaving you or Tsumiki, we always will want you guys - we love you both so much. I promise, no matter how much me and Satoru annoy you guys you can’t get rid of us, ‘Kay? We’re a family now. Your dad isn’t taking you from us, pinky promise.”

‘Because your unofficially adopted father killed him and him and I threatened the Zen’in family so much that they’re too scared to come within a mile of you two!’ Is the bit you leave out.

You also leave out that you and Satoru are looking at legally adopting them - that’s for another, happier time.

He sticks his little pinkie finger out and locks it with yours, sniffling a tiny bit more and rubbing his face (snot and all) onto your koala print top, but you couldn’t care less when you can feel the shaking start to settle.

“We can stay with you guys forever, ‘Miki too? Even though she has no magic stuff like me and you guys because the Zen’in said that she wasn’t worth keeping and -” He asks.

“Megumi - we don’t want you two because of what you can or can’t do - we love you guys as Megumi and Tsumiki, nothing else. Even if neither of you could do any of that stuff, you’re stuck with us, okay? Satoru and I have enough magic to keep us all safe - the whole family, okay?” You hate the Zen’in family for even planting that fear in his little brain.

“I love you too.” He says as his tears dry and you wipe his little face. This is only the second time he’s said it to you both, once was a few weeks ago when you and Satoru put him to sleep and both whispered “love you!” into his softly lit room and he whispered “love you guys too.”

You both sobbed that night - you’re both only 21 - can’t be doing that bad of a job with them if he says it back, can you?

“You’re such a brave boy. If you get more yucky dreams again, you come get me or Satoru, okay?” You plonk a kiss on his spiky hair.

“Just you. Not Satoru.” He looks down, fiddling with your necklace.

“Why not, sweetie?”

“I - don’t want him to know.”

“About the nightmares?”

He nods.

“He - he’s the strongest. I don’t want him to think I’m not brave or strong.” He says, words that shouldn’t even compute that way in his head.

“Absolutely not - baby, who told you that being scared makes you not brave or strong?” You tilt his little head up.

“My dad.”

“Well your dad’s dumb then. You can only be really brave if you’re scared. Being scared and fighting anyway is the bravest thing a person can do, I promise. Think about it this way - who’s the bravest and strongest person you know?” You ask as he giggles at you saying Toji’s dumb (you’ve plenty of other names too for that man.)

“You and Satoru.” He says with such resolve your heart melts, you expected him to say Satoru, so being included felt good.

“Satoru and I both get nightmares too, I had one last week, Satoru a few nights ago. It doesn’t mean you’re not brave or strong - it just means you need a little extra love, that’s all.” You nod at him, and you seem the surprise in his eyes at the revelation that the strongest and bravest people he knows get nightmares too, shattering the words Toji had planted into smithereens. How could nightmares mean you’re not those things if you guys had them? You had to know, because you and Aunty Koko were the smartest people in the world. Maybe Ijichi too.

He’s quiet for a minute.

“So if I have a bad dream - I can come get you or Satoru?” He asks.

“You can get more or him for anything at all, honey, not just bad dreams. We’re always here for you, and nothing will change our minds about how much we love you, or how brave and strong and smart and kind you are - ‘Kay?” He nods into your chest at this.

He settles down, small fingers still fiddling with your pendant.

“C’mon, do you wanna come stay with us in our room tonight?” You say.

He thinks for a second.

Then nods, and yawns.

So you lift him onto your hip, ensuring he has his frog and his water bottle and carry him down the hall into your room. Satoru’s still splayed across the bed like he’s determined to use every single centimetre of his long ass body to claim territory.

You point at the drool on his face and Megumi giggles, hearing Satoru order dessert in his sleep.

You lay him down between you both, and crawl in under the covers as he settles in - the movement stirring Satoru, who’s eyes open and he looks in confusion.

“Princess whatcha doin’ up? S’late. Wait - what you doin’ here kid?” He slurs, lifting himself onto his side to face you both.

Megumi looks at you and you smile, tucking him into the bed with you both.

“‘Gumi had a bad dream, ‘toru - so he’s going to stay with us tonight, a little extra love - yeah?” You say, petting both your boys hair. ‘A little extra love’ was what you had said to Satoru when you found him awake after a nightmare back in first year of high school. He smiled at that, eyes dropping back closed as he ruffled Megumi’s hair.

“Bad dream are the worst, aren’t they kiddo? I hate ‘em. If any bad guys come near you I’ll blast them into space, ‘kay? You just shout for me in your dream and let me deal with ‘em.” Satoru mumbles, sleep quickly taking him again, as he shuffles in closer to the middle and you both wrap an arm around the little boy who is snuggling in to return to sleep.

“Promise?” Megumi asks, poking Satoru’s nose.

“Pinky promise.” Satoru replies, lips quirked but eyes shut.

Megumi smiles softly to himself, and hugs his frog and shuts his eyes.

You let out a yawn, eyes closing heavy.

“Goodnight boys, I love you both.”

“Night Y/N. Luh’ you too.” Megumi mumbles, hair splayed almost identically to Satoru’s.

“Night night, Princess. Love ya’ always, you too kiddo.”

No more nightmares that night, just four sleeping soundly in a quiet cottage.

[murdereyesnicky]

SCREAMIN CRYIN THROWIN UP ETC

[venomvalley]

ro may I have a crumb of Chris hcs..... I need your thoughts on my favorite boy because I know you have gems hidden in ur mind palace 🧎‍♂️

oh YES I DO!!!! gonna separate these into sfw and nsfw because i can :3

sfw:

• absolutely does not know how to show affection but is simultaneously the most touch-starved man on planet earth

• he loves people to a FAULT. would go to the ends of the earth, would probably definitely break some laws to keep the people he cares about safe.

• does not like to be taken care of. whether he’s sick or injured or tired or whatever the circumstance, he hates it. he can manage perfectly fine alone.

• helicopter partner. needs to know you’re safe often, and you have to remind him every single time that you are not in an active warzone. in fact, you’re a civilian with the most boring job to ever exist.

• he will be the first one to admit that he has a B.O.W.-sized stick up his ass. he’s been in the game too long, too disheartened by it to remember anything besides Duty and Sacrifice.

nsfw:

• the biggest giver known to humanity. kinda goes back to the whole touch-starved thing.

• sex is the only time he allows himself tenderness. i imagine that he’s way too busy most of the time to indulge, so when he can, he stretches out the experience and savors.

• has a lot of insecurities regarding his… prowess. when he’s not exhausted, he can fuck, but he’s almost always exhausted.

• gives head like a fiend to make up for it. will leave you screamin and cryin and throwin the pillows by the time it’s over.

• prefers dominance because old habits die hard. you might be able to convince him to try it out but the most you’ll get out of him is like. cowgirl while he helps control the rhythm of your hips.

[trinketchick]

screamin and cryin and throwin up that our client doesn't use autocad standards when it comes to layers, so OF COURSE the interior elevations look confusing once drafted. you want all existing to be fuckin 101 seafoam green AND you want the elevation to show the front counter and back wall. i'm dyin squirtle

[xx-jigsaws-apprentice-xx]

AWWE:((

So I decided to make a little art piece related to the Saw AU fanfic I’m writing where John is taking care of four foster teens that are four different characters from the movies. It was fun looking up pictures of a lot of the actors when they were younger and still taking elements of them when they’re older. This is their first family photo from the end of chapter 2!