#than ever before

[favouritefi]

Gotta love how Fitzjames eventually rolls with the whole atticwife thing. "My coworker keeps a sex slave whom he claims is his reincarnated enemy. Whatever, free bussy hours!". The guy might have outgrown the war crimes, but his morals still have more holes than his scurvy bod.

oh for sure hes still a morally dubious queen. tho tbf to fitzjames, he and crozier stop doing any kinda coitus after fitzjames discovers hickey. and to be very uncharitable to fitzjames, its hard to tell whether that's because he thinks what crozier's doing is wrong, or whether, in a small and dark and ugly part of him, he is jealous of hickey.

[svamppp]

I think one of the best ways to tell if I feel safe with somebody is if I fall asleep near them

[teathattast]

Won't you stay with me

'Til the moment fades?

Know it's delicate

But don't be afraid

C'mon let me in

Move your body and

Find yourself again

Glitter on your skin

[genderfreakxx]

Really fun and funky and deadass reassuring to know that even when I’m having an insanely femme moment in regards to my gender feeling I still have absolutely zero regret about top surgery

Like it’s just literally never been even the slightest thought on my mind until I make it a conscious effort to think about it- and then especially it’s only allowed me to feel more free than I ever have before I’m so fucking happy to dance in my body now

[symphonyofsilence]

Let the poor man rest.

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[vonspe]

Apologies sir, i wasnt really familiar with your game

[sqrkyclean]

being vulnerable for a second to use my pooltoy furry oc to convey what recovering from contamination ocd has been like while undergoing hrt.

[wanologic]

fortunately, or unfortunately, they only see each other like 3 times a year…

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[brittandbiscuits]

The ol’ CT-number trick, gets em every time.

Saw a skit of an actual EMT re-enacting a call similar to this and immediately knew this scenario was made for Fives and Kix!

[whatisamildopinion]

sorry but I just KNOW Riz and Penny have the most unhinged text chain known to man happening off screen

[iheartsteve0704]

GAY BUZZFEED INTERN!!!!! IM GOING TO MISS YOU AND UR INCREDIBLY GAY POSTS !!!!!!!!!

[dovewingkinnie]

she had a family that loved her

[cafe-smut]

One of my favorite things about Obey Me is that if you put anything on Mammon that forces him to speak the truth, he immediately wants it gone/off and for one singular reason.

Levi: *puts truth bracelet on Mammon*

Mammon, turning to Lucifer: I would do anything for you. I love you. You're my big brother and I'd fall into hell all over again for you. GET THIS THING OFF OF MEEEE

And it always ends with Lucifer staring at Mammon like he's seeing a small little angel all over again and falls in love (PLATONIC YOU BITCHES) with his brother all over again and then lets Mammon get away with shit for a week because that's his precious baby brother. If I were Mammon I would use that shit all the time.

[vaguely-concerned]

rook falling asleep on the red couch in the lighthouse dining room while lucanis is making dinner....... they were helping out by keeping him company and peeling and chopping potatoes for a while there but then the potatoes are done and the room is so safe and warm and smells like coffee and good food and lucanis is trying to explain something to spite and his voice is low and soft and good to listen to and rook's eyes only slip closed for a moment. they'll get up to save the world again or whatever in a second just. one moment. while the world is warm and kind. and then they're being shaken gently awake an hour later because it's time to eat and everyone's starting to drift hopefully dinner-wards