#sorry this hurts

[ceilingfan5]

Y– It makes me think of you. please?

The low fire crackles and dances, waving its own eulogy on the damp breeze that needles right through Taako’s four layers of clothing, and there’s no way to deny the way it hurts. He didn’t even need it tonight–dinner was a scrounged hunk of cheese and some olives–but no, no, he needed it. It hurts when he doesn’t have one, and it hurts when he does. He feels like a moth, dashing himself among the coals or mourning the shape of it inside him, and he hates this. He hates this so deeply, pitch and sticky, that it threatens to choke him, spill out of his mouth and drown the world, but he swallows it and nudges the fire with a stick instead.

He can’t afford to be noticed, and the light is hard to miss in the depths of the forest so thick it feels like he’s underwater. But he can’t–he can’t go a night without one. 

Taako is a patently unserious person. That makes moments like this even harder to stomach. It’s hard to laugh it off with fear, dripping and cold, in your heart. It’s hard not to freeze like a rabbit at every cracking twig, every rustle, every silence too loud. He never was the kind of guy who prayed, although he’s pretended a time or two, just for a meal or bit of shelter, however temporary.

He talks to himself, sometimes, though. Maybe not himself–a self outside of his self, something realer than he ever was. The kind of person he’d be if he could care. Hardly an angel, but not quite the specter of death on his heels, either. A warm memory of something that almost felt like home, a fiction wrapped in thorns he can’t quite let go… but the pain keeps it from being too sweet to even consider his. Nothing real, nothing he could ever hope to grasp, but the last red coal at the bottom of his fire, the only thing that ever seems to keep his blood from icing over in his veins, anymore.

Stupid, embarrassing. What possible use could a hardened guy like him have for an imaginary friend? He never…he doesn’t think he ever played that sort of thing as a child, but he holds it with white knuckles now, on the run for his life? He doesn’t get it, and it feels foolish, but…

“It makes me think of you,” he whispers, no, barely breathes to the flames. No one can hear this. He doesn’t even want to hear it. He blinks back echoes of the light, eyes aching. “You aren’t even real. I don’t know a thing about you. But it makes me think of you.” 

Obviously she- it- fucking whatever the stupid game he’s playing doesn’t respond. It’s fake. Bullshit. The last swings of a man going down with nothing to show for all of it. 

Then again, why not? What’s stopping him? He opens his mouth and more falls out, words he didn’t think, let alone plan. It numbs his ears to listen, it feels wrong, makes his hair stand on end.

“I cut my hair,” he says. “You’d hate it.” Who? “I couldn’t be me. I don’t know if I’ll ever be me again. But maybe if they don’t hunt me down, it’ll grow back.” 

He stares as the flames get lower, slower. 

“It looked terrible anyway. I don’t want to look at myself anymore. It’s not right. Me! You know how vain I am. But I see my reflection and I want to hurl.”

Imagine if someone answered. Imagine if anyone could answer for this. He’s better off not even hoping. 

“I think I’m headed to Neverwinter.” This is news to him, but it sounds right. “I’ll get a job, or get tried and executed, either way, something will change. Something has to change.”

It starts to rain, and the fire fizzles. Taako throws his hood over his head and stands, staring at it, nearly enchanted, wanting so badly to understand and knowing he wouldn’t be able to even if it did make sense. 

“Something has to change,” he repeats, and he dumps dirt over the fire, smothering it completely. 

He puts his hood up, and tries to forget all that. It’s not doing him any good. Maybe things won’t get better, but at least they won’t stay the same. He wraps his arms tightly around himself, almost hard enough for his ribs to crack. The wanting is heavy on his tongue, poison, and he swallows hard. 

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[heartorbit]

and so love has come to an end

[choodraws]

gutted (crop) (full thing on patreon)

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[time-woods]

watched a friendplay mouthwashing i had only seen the demo when it first cameout so watchingthe full thing sure was an experience !

[prismit]

to any nonbinary people reading this, never forget:

you can collect SOUL by striking enemies. once enough SOUL is collected, you can hold B to focus SOUL and regain health.

[chittychittyyangyang]

Listen, you should never film strangers in public without their consent, but I swear there need to be fines or something for people who do that shit in some spaces. For example: I had to go to the ER last night, and some jerk filmed a woman who just came in and was clearly having an asthma attack. She immediately got to go back, and he was unhappy about that. Believe me, I get that it sucks having to wait when you're in pain, but you don't get to pick who deserves care when. The medical system in the US is a nightmare, and the ER could be the worst moment of someone's life. No one deserves to be recorded because some jack ass believes someone doesn't look like they need care.

This is fine to reblog. People who film strangers should be shamed if nothing else.

[dilfosaur]

i miss* my neopets!!!

*i saw them this morning and did not feed them

(bwal and fonts are missing for migraine reasons and NOT favoritism)

[arttuff]

some robin 1 and 2 costume headcanons!!!

shorts on jason inspired by rillette on tumblr's amazing jason design. love this bug

imagine going to work at your henchman job and getting beaten up by a larval stage vigilante. i'd be mortified

[kensatou]

you think YOU had a bad day at work?

bonus: sid shrieking "no!!!! NO!!!!!" loud enough to be heard in the stands and on camera

[milkywayes]

memento vivere

[summikomi]

jjk smau: it's your birthday! ..where are they?

ft. gojo, yuuji, megumi, nanami, choso & shoko

cw: highly suggestive content, fem reader on yuuji & shoko, implied stsg like once on shoko, alcohol mention on megumi, general sappiness

hello, did anybody order a slice of self-indulgence? (it's my birthday!) if the characters chosen seem random that's because i just picked my favorites.. i may add others later but my fingers were cramping up

[tea-n-ink]

When the final curtains falls, face the wrath of the understudy

[worthless-misery]

Dear diary...

The fact that I'm still "alive" in 2024 just feels like a huge mistake...

[vavoom-sorted-art]

Okay so

we're having an angst war over on @goodomensafterdark and @gleafer, @gahellhimself-blog and I are having a competition who can spread the most pain and suffering. Here's my contribution. Enjoy

don't worry, this isn't the end yet: here's part two. | Part 3

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Kiss Kiss Fallen Tree!

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