#that conversation was glorious

[sophfandoms53]

Can’t believe i left the feeds that were giving me food to watch this 2 hour episode 😭

[userautumn]

Everyone on the other side of the fandom is so busy trying to own the BTs to realize that we haven't had a really GOOD Buddie scene since Season 6.

[jaubaius]

Minimum Wage = Minimum Effort

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[evebestthinker]

[...] And so, the woman dies. The woman dies so the man can be sad about it. The woman dies so the man can suffer. She dies to give him a destiny. Dies so he can fall to the dark side. Dies so he can lament her death. As he stands there, brimming with grief, brimming with life, the woman lies there in silence. The woman dies for him. We watch it happen. We read about it happening. We come to know it well. - Aoko Matsuda

[sketchiefoxie]

Average tmnt-fan conversation with my sis @inkypawprint at 2:30 something in the morning lol

this is way funnier than it should be

[frogaroundandfindout]

[heretherebedork]

Bee: *kisses Prince on a whim* Bee: I don't know how to feel about how I feel about you. Prince: This is hard for me because I'm gay and I already know it but society has taught me that this is wrong and should hurt me. Bee: Huh. Gay, you say? Prince: Yes, gay. When I, as a man, like other men. Bee: Oh! So I do know how I feel about you. Prince: You do? Bee: Yes. Gay. Very, very, very gay. Be my boyfriend?

[djeesperate]

Finger on the Pulse

Word count: 989 T/W:

Event spoilers/mentions (Heart of the Sun)

Angst and pain only, Gawain feeling anxiety again, slight body horror?

A plainer banner cuz it didn't fit the fic... couldn't sleep and vomited this out!

Thump. Thump. Thump.

It's still there. 

Gawain sighs in relief.

He knows it was too much… he knows it was all in his head… but the thought of it happening mortifies him to no end.

“Can't we just… fill it up to the brim? Then we don't have to water them every morning.”

“What are you, crazy? It's gonna die if you do that.”

Gawain didn't intend to listen in on his crewmate's conversation. He just happened to be resting in the lounge where Feather and Randall were forced to tend to the potted plants for a week as atonement for causing a food fight that afternoon.

He honestly wished he didn't. If he were more aware of how vulnerable his mental state was, maybe their words wouldn't have sunken into the deepest corners of his mind.

“Don't plants, like, need a ton of water and sun to grow? What's the problem with giving them extra ahead of time?”

“You can't just do that, it's gonna overwhelm the damn thing! It's a dainty little plant, it can't take in all of that at once. The roots will literally rot out.”

Hearing those words, the horrific image flashed through his mind again. Blood left his face as he abruptly stood up, exiting the room in a hurry.

He insisted on holding your hand ever since. He never told you his reason, and it wasn't because he didn't want to cause you worry; he simply could not verbally communicate it. He said it was just a new routine for the two of you that he would like to have - nothing more, and you luckily took his word for it. In truth, he was so afraid of what was plaguing his mind, that he felt even speaking of it would manifest it into reality.

He wasn't strong enough.

So he continues to hold your hand as the both of you lay in bed, watching you drift to sleep each night. This was enough, he thought.

He doesn't blink as he stares at your sleeping face, checking for signs of… anything. Some nights, he gets too focused, almost forgetting to breathe doing so.

His hand held onto your wrist a little tighter, as if you would phase out of existence come morning if he didn't. 

Gawain has not noticed his sanity waning with each passing day. His mind was too much on you to remember himself.

…it's gonna overwhelm the damn thing!

…it can't take in all of that at once.

…will literally rot out…

You were unconscious, out of reach in front of him. In one moment, you were surging with unfathomable power - hair glowing white as if the heavens itself had blessed you.

But it was too much.

He watched your skin tear open, flesh ignited into flames as you made a nightmarish scream he prayed every waking hour of his day you would never make. Your sword fell before you did, twisting and kicking on the ground as you howled in pain.

The silver Astral raises his cold arm as the dark skies above them turn white, beams of light roaring down onto the earth as Gawain's hearing deafens and vision blinded - no longer able to hear your cries, no longer able to see your figure trying to crawl to him.

His paralysed body desperately tries to reach you. To shield you.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Thank the skies… thank the skies…

For months now, your pulse was the only thing capable of soothing him enough to sleep, haunted by the night terror to no end.

There have been times he looked at the rest of the crew as enemies because of it, times he had felt nothing but anger when the Supreme Primarch entered his field of vision, casually enjoying his cup of coffee alongside the other Primals. 

You didn't deserve the burden of the world, yet despite acknowledging the crew's help has been tremendous throughout your journey, a part of Gawain felt like the more power they lent you, the more you suffered.

He stares at your face again, forcing out the mangled corpse with the you that was asleep in front of him - intact, unharmed, safe.

He was too afraid to even kiss you for comfort. It reminded him of how his mother and father kissed him goodnight before he woke up to their deaths. What if that happened to you? Bahamut, he didn't want to chance it.

He focuses on the feeling of your pulse as he falls back to sleep.

You woke up to the knocking on your door. Lyria is excitedly waiting to go shopping at a newly opened bakery with you. What a silly girl.

But your smile fades as you glance over to your sleeping lover. He has been either distressed as he slept or jolting awake in cold sweats, something that's been occurring since probably five months back.

You didn't know what to do with this dilemma - it was like he was crumbling to ashes before you and you couldn't do anything to help him. Squeezing his hand, he seemed to relax just a little bit.

Gawain was fighting demons he didn't have the strength to look in the eye. You can only hope that one day, he finally reaches for your extended hand so you can pull him out of the state he was in.

For now, you pulled back the curtains, kissing his temple before joining Lyria; eliminating the darkness engulfing the room.

One day, you'll save him from the darkness engulfing his soul.

.

.

.

“Honestly, plants are living things like us. If you're thirsty, you drink a glass of water, NOT fling yourself into the sea.”

“My bad, Randall. Wait, how d'ya know about all this? You like… a fluorescent or something?”

“... You mean a florist?”

“Yeah, that. Damn, what's a fluorescent, then...”

“Feather, I can't stand being associated with you.”

[queenlua]

got invited to a group chat w/ a bunch of Infosec Bros (#networking) & my main takeaway so far is Damn, I Have Been Kicked Out Of So Few Bars Compared To Literally All These Dudes

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

I'm really glad I've been able to learn as much as I have about somatic therapy processes, but also I would like more pls????

[groundbreakingdot872]

think being mooted is a lot like being knighted :)

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

”I don’t want to give Jehovah’s organization a black eye so I have to suffer in silence. Oh the pain! The pain!”

Mhm. Have you ever considered that Jehovah’s organization has given you not one, but two proverbial black eyes, broken ribs, and a concussion over the years; and maybe you should expose them for the abusers they are, if only enough to get yourself help to heal from the abuse you’ve experienced? You’ve got Stockholm syndrome bad, and you’re making it everyone else’s problem. You cared about your abusers so much that you abused me in their name, just because I wanted no part of their organization. Even if I didn’t seek out apostate resources, I wouldn’t have needed them to make my decision to leave because of how much you vented about them to me since I was about five years old. Did you just expect me to stay here and take the abuse like you did? I’m better than that; I’m better than you.

[akkivee]

some of my favourite kuukou bangers lol

[arella-blue]

The one little pet peeve of mine is when someone says, "Lets change the subject." Like...why? Why do you feel like you have to change the topic of conversation. Am I boring you? Am I making you uncomfortable? If so, maybe we should dive into why it's uncomfortable to you? Is it triggering? Maybe that's an important thing we should dive deeper into. Idk. I don't like it when people say "let's change the topic." It's very annoying to me because a lot of the time, I'm really enjoying it and feel like I'm offering good information and an exchange. It's offering me some good insights on a person's interests and really digging into a deeper meaning other than just surface deep emotions. Does anyone else feel this way??? Like I don't like it when someone says it. Just change the conversation into a different subject naturally. No reason to say it. It seems very immature and unnatural to me. Conversations are supposed to flow with ease, and saying "let's change the subject" puts a block in the conversation that makes it feel robotic and awkward. Don't actually say we should change it, just do it. Very weird to me that people feel the need to announce this.

[the-gayest-tree-you-ever-did-see]

okay im getting real sick of people saying americans cant vote for biden because he's still supporting a genocide -- whats the other option, then? because everyone will not just. i really dont understand the reasoning. has threatening to not vote ever helped before? it matters when its individual and you call up senators and say because of this and that i will not be voting for you. but just saying in general im not going to vote at all doesnt do anything because your vote doesnt matter if its not turned to someone else. like sure, if everyone decided to vote for an independent party candidate (and i mean EVERYONE, every single democrat who wouldve voted for biden) we could have a better future for everyone. (and thats still an if.) but they wont. your tumblr activism is not making any change. its just stupid. focus efforts on helping palestine and making change on that issue. dont retract your vote. you lose all power when you do that and its a dumbass move. and yes, americans are scared that the us will get worse because of trump if he gets office. i dont understand this either, do we want to make millions of lives worse because, what? to make a point? im sorry if you think thats selfish. voting has never been a pick-the-right-guy-and-everything-will-be-fixed. its always been pick the better option, even if both are in the depths of hell, and keep doing that until you die.

[haveihitanerve]

Ares: Do you value your siblings? You should Ares: Gregor- two dollars Ares: Aurora- seven dollars Ares: Luxa- negative eight dollars  Ares: Nike- four dollars Gregor: rude. All my siblings are priceless Ares: ha! All together you guys are collectively five dollars.