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Mesh Payments Integrates with SoFi’s Galileo

Travel and expense management company Mesh Payments has selected SoFi as its sponsor bank and has tapped SoFi-owned Galileo Financial Technologies as its payment processor. Mesh Payments is an all-in-one corporate payments platform for travel and expense that integrates corporate cards, expense management, and travel bookings on a single platform. Mesh Payments offers SaaS enterprises cardless…

[sincerely-sofie]

Hospital visit.

[vincekris]

Sofi Mdivnishvili

[transformersweatpants]

The Doctor Dolittle Incident, one of the funniest fucking things in all Dimension 20 herstory.

My commissions are open!

[hamable]

Time Quangle’s really out here proving that in every universe, Emily and Murph will find each other and form an inseparable bond

[loadbearingbees]

made this in honor of getting top surgery today

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Endless Time Quangle

[fukutomichi]

Dune: Prophecy S1.E1 ∙ The Hidden Hand

[dancyrilkingston]

Art by Ann-Sofie Vejs

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action shots 🥸

guess what i’m doing LOL

[opt1mistic]

— i will ˖⋆࿐໋

caitlyn kiramman x reader

synopsis: caitlyn takes care of you after you fall victim to depression

warnings/tags: depression, angst WITH LOTS OF comfort, crying, gf!caitlyn, slight hints of suicide is you squint, this was rushed sorry if it sucks. not proofread beware. wc: 1.4k

note: i HIGHLY recommend listening to “i will” by mitski while reading this. anywaaaays, enjoy.😸😸

masterlist | caitlyn masterlist

depression is a weight that suffocates the soul, a darkness that wraps itself around your chest and refuses to let go. it seeps into every corner of your mind, turning thoughts into a tangled mess of hopelessness. there is no escape, no release from the crushing pressure. it feels like carrying an invisible burden, one that sinks deeper with each breath, until the world feels too heavy to bear.

the bed becomes a prison, the sheets a refuge. the air is thick, sticky with the heaviness of your own mind, and all you can do is lay there, waiting for the moments to pass, hoping for something—anything—that could pull you out.

staring into the empty void of your ceiling, thinking of nothing. the dark clouds flowing your mind taking over everything, it feels as if there was nothing there, no one was coming to pull you out. but then you feel a weight sit beside your laying body. the familiar scent, cold but sweet. it was caitlyn. her presence is an anchor. her touch, a lifeline.

“hi.” shes says, her tone warm, soft, and quiet. she brushes hair out of your face, leaving her hand to cup your cheek. “how are you feeling?”

you don’t respond. the words get caught somewhere between your chest and your throat, heavy and unreachable. her hand still lingering on your cheek, a quiet touch that speaks louder than any words could. she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she sits there for a moment, watching you, waiting—giving you the space you need, even if you don’t ask for it.

“you don’t have to answer,” caitlyn murmurs, her voice soft as the air around you.

she slowly stands, her eyes never leaving you. she makes her way into the bathroom. you know what’s coming next. it was the day you dread the most. you faintly hear the water run out of the faucet, swirling around the walls of the bathtub. caitlyn returns from the bathroom, making her way towards you once again. she sits back down into her precious spot, and reaches out her welcoming arms to help you sit up.

“let’s get you in the bath,” her accent stood strong but so soft. it wasn’t a question, it’s a quiet command wrapped in care. she helps you out of the bed, her strong grip loose around your waist, supporting you as if you might crumble to your knees if she lets go. and you might, you just want her to keep holding you.

the hot steam coming from the bathtub was refreshing. the moisture in the air was good too. it felt good. “arms up.” she said, and you did. your hands flew up and sagged like two cooked noodles. her hands pulled off your shirt, throwing it onto the floor. then pulling off your pyjama shorts, with your underwear.

you were completely exposed before her. her gaze over your bare body wasn’t uncomfortable, it was comforting. it made you feel seen. her hands moved back to your waist. leading you into the bathtub now. the water is warm, and her hands are gentle as she guides you into it, steadying you when your body doesn’t want to follow her lead.

“you’re safe here,” caitlyn says, more to herself than to you, but the words settle around you like a blanket. “i’m not going anywhere.”

the warm water is soothing, but it does little to ease the coldness that’s settled deep within you. caitlyn’s hands are gentle as they work, so careful around your skin as if she’s afraid of shattering you with a single touch. you feel numb. the water swirls around you, but you remain still, barely aware of its warmth, of the soft cloth caitlyn moves over your skin.

she doesn’t rush. caitlyn is steady, her presence filling the silence with a quiet strength. when she speaks, her voice is a low hum, a soft reassurance that wraps around you like a breath. “promise me you’ll stay with me.”

your knees are pressed against your chest, and your head is down. you felt the unbearable pain of tears fill you. it was so hard, the pressure of her words. penetrating through your ears, and going straight to the thoughts that made you want to end it all. shadering right through them.

her hands move to wash your tangled hair. slowly massaging your scalp, and pouring water over it to get the soapy residence off.

“i’m not going anywhere,” she murmurs, repeating her words from before. her voice steady, as though she’s trying to convince you, but also herself. “you don’t have to be okay right now, but I’ll wait. I’ll always wait for you to be.” tears falling down her own face.

your head finally lifting up to stare at her. caitlyn’s hands pause for a moment, her fingers brushing your hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear as she looks at you with a tenderness that makes your chest ache. her eyes are full of something unspoken—something heavy, but full of love.

she cares for you, even when you couldn’t do it yourself.

“you know i’m here, right?” she asks, her voice soft but firm. “even if you don’t talk, even if you don’t feel like yourself, i’m still here. and i’ll help you through this. whatever it takes.”

“i will take care of you.”

her words cut you like a knife. slicing right through your heart. it breaks for her. she stayed with you after all this. you can’t even look in the mirror and not feel bad for those around you, you ruined your life and you can’t even pick it back up, leaving all of it for someone else to take and put back together.

but caitlyn didn’t feel pressured into doing it—she wanted to. she wanted to, because she loved you. she did it not because of some oath she made when she said “I love you” to you, but because she truly did. her heart raced faster whenever you were near, and she smiled more often knowing that you were safe and with her. fuck anyone who says that when you sign up to love someone, you have no choice but to be a servant to them. when she signed that contract, she was signing up to live freely with her one true love. what you do for them comes from the pure love you carry for them—not an obligation, but a choice, a gift.

when the bath was over, she helped you out, her grip firm around your arms, supporting you as you wobbled with weakness. she wraps you in a towel, the fabric soft against your skin, before guiding you back to the bed.

“let’s get you dressed,” caitlyn says quietly, her tone not demanding, but patient, as if she’s guiding you through a storm that refuses to stop.

you don’t speak, but you follow her lead. her movements are gentle but filled with purpose. her touch is careful, tender, and you feel something stirring deep within you—something fragile, but present.

once you’re dressed, caitlyn settles beside you on the bed, her presence comforting, like a constant anchor in the storm. she doesn’t push for conversation, doesn’t ask you to be anything other than what you are in this moment. just her being there is enough.

she pulls the blankets over you gently, tucking them around your body, her movements careful but loving, as though she’s afraid you might break if she’s not careful enough. she cuddles you into her chest as she lays beside you now, holding you tightly.

after a long time of silence, nothing but the warmth of her body against yours. she speaks up once again.

“you don’t have to pretend,” caitlyn murmurs, her voice barely a whisper. “you don’t have to be okay.”

her hand brushes your cheek, her thumb tracing the outline of your jaw in a slow, soothing motion. it’s not about fixing you. it’s about being there, about holding space for the brokenness, and loving you in spite of it—maybe even because of it.

“stay with me,” she says, her voice steady but soft.

you close your eyes, feeling her words wrap around you like the warm bath you were just in, her warmth sinking into your bones.

and for the first time in what feels like forever, you let yourself feel safe. Just for a moment, you allow yourself to rest—because caitlyn is there, and she’s not going anywhere.

some time passes and you feel your body fall asleep, but caitlyn was still awake. you were all she wanted, all she ever wanted. this wasn’t the end, still a long way to go, but she promises you that there’s an end. all the hurt you bear will stop, so while you sleep she’ll be scared, so by the time you wake up she’ll be brave.

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[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Cats

Lilian Jackson Braun: ok so hear me out on this one Braun: what if there was a cat that solved mysteries? Rita Mae Brown: a cat that solved mysteries?!?!? Carole Nelson Douglas: a cat that solved mysteries?!?! Cate Conte: a cat that solved mysteries!!??

Brown: this is the greatest thing i've ever heard Braun: you think? Brown: listen i have 2 interests in life Brown: radical lesbian liberation Brown: and cats that solve mysteries Brown: and this idea definitely fits into one of those categories

Lilian Jackson Braun: anyway Braun: here's a picture of my cat Rita Mae Brown: oooh she's precious!! and here's a picture of MY cat Braun: she's adorable! Carole Nelson Douglas: and here's a picture of MY cat Braun: she's so adorable! Brown: precious!

Dean Koontz: hey what if it was a dog that solved mysteries? Lilian Jackson Braun: Rita Mae Brown: Carole Nelson Douglas: Cate Conte: Darlene Ryan: Sofie Kelly:

Koontz: i was just thinking, what if it was a dog- Braun: i'm not even going to dignify that with a response Brown: a dog! really! Braun: how would a dog solve mysteries anyway? by barking at them? Brown: ha ha good one lilian Koontz: but Braun: the very idea is absurd

Braun: a dog lacks a cat's observational skills and deductive reasoning Brown: yes exactly Brown: ridiculous Brown: the very idea Brown: what are you even doing here Brown: at the st. westminster ladies cat fancy society tea and crumpet social on the green?

Braun: ugh! dogs! DIS-gusting! we won't have any smelly mutts here! Away with you! [sweeping Koontz out the door with a broom] Diane Duane: you know cats can be wizards too Tanya Huff: oh yes yes definitely

[at midnight society] Dean Koontz: and they said that cats were better at solving mysteries than dogs! Poe: i really fucked up by not making auguste dupin a cat Poe: i didn't realize how much money i was leaving on the table

Koontz: but they're wrong! dogs solve mysteries! all the time! in real life! George Romero: ACAB includes cop dogs Poe: not now george Poe: dean's in a fragile state

[sincerely-sofie]

He got a little excited. (Post-Sacrifice Ending)

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Ally beardsley WAS right. this ship IS kinda cute

[theroyalsandi]

Swedish Royal Family - Princess Sofia on the cover of Vogue Scandinavia December 2024/January 2025 issue (Courtesy of Vogue Scandinavia) | 2024