#they are a mood

[0yorixu]

I wanted to draw at least one thing for polysho week so I finished this instead of sleeping when i have school tmr lol

[nanuk-the-bat]

Because I’m a sap, #50 for Trench/Darling for the kiss meme?

This was supposed to be sweet but then I listened to a couple of Trench’s hotline calls and this happened instead…

The locker room is empty at this hour. Mirroring his own gaze, his eyes won’t fully focus with his thoughts so frantic and disquieting, one picked up to be just as swiftly dropped. His eyes settle somewhere near the memory of a younger field agent, working a case, trekking across the Bible Belt in pursuit of another false lead. The flashes of years gone by. Wasted. Steel frames cover the cracks of time, the ravines time has carved into an older man’s flesh. The hollowness of his eyes drift to the greying hairs of his chin.

The universe keeps expanding. He never could keep up with it alone; he was always going to fall apart. They all fall apart in the end.

Fatigue hangs heavy on his eyelids. His tinnitus spikes until the roar of the ringing between his ears dies to a crackle, to a more familiar static hum ever present in the background of his thoughts, like a starving fireplace. Eating at his sanity. The Director has no time for weakness, so he splashes the trickle of red from his nose, his lips, and focuses on the tasks ahead, the Board’s demands, their garbled voices unpolluted by outside interference.

His management team needs him. A Director is never truly off the clock, so he will carry on.

He heaves his body back into the darkness of his suit jacket. The bruises of duty, the cracks of weakness hidden beneath. As his fastening fingers reach the topmost button of his collar, the locker room door creaks open.

The softness of Darling’s voice pokes through. Trench doesn’t have it in him to apologize. They stopped apologizing long ago, but something in Darling’s tone tells him that his Head of Research isn’t looking for a fight today.

A glance of acknowledgment, permission, an unspoken plea, they haven’t touched in years but in the span of a weary heartbeat, Darling’s arms are bracing him once more. As if they were made to bear him up, to shelter him from the on-coming storm sweeping the Bureau, as if nothing had bled between them to force them apart.

He can’t bear to brush him off.

Darling asked him something, he doesn’t remember, but he must have.

“Yes?��

“Marshall is concerned.”

“Is she now?” Trench’s lips tug up despite himself. “Marshall sent you in after me?”

Darling’s finger nails are digging into his shoulders. Afraid to let go? What’s left?

“Men’s room. I volunteered.” Darling smiles at him, eager and eclipsing for first time in forever before his arms relax to his sides.

“I’m fine,” he says gruffly, they shouldn’t be doing this. Darling can’t be trusted.

“Zach, you can’t keep—“

“I said,” Trench lowers his voice. “I’m fine.”

And for once Darling holds his tongue. Behind his owlish glasses, his glossy brown eyes lack for defiance.

“We will keep to the schedule.” Trench suppresses a cough. He’s still itching for a smoke “Understood?”

“…Yes.”

Darling isn’t standing there for nothing. His mind is always scheming. In pursuit of knowledge or subterfuge.

“Did Marshall need something else?”

“I know we’ve had our differences.” Darling huffs lightly, his thumbs fidgeting as he struggles to find the right words, “but I think I speak for everyone when I say, whatever happens, with all that’s happened, I don’t want to lose you…”

What can he possibly say that hasn’t already been spit?

Darling’s touch against his cheek is an apology in itself. It doesn’t change a damn thing, nor do his lips, so tender in their reprieve cradling his own. But every ache in his body and soul is forgotten for a singular moment. Every other scattered thought silenced in one last taste of love.

He opens his eyes in the absence of touch to words of assurance. To departure. To duty once more.

[squarebracket-trickster]

the problem with writing is...

once you are happy with the first lines, then you have to write the second and then the third

[maudiemoods]

If life is a never ending loop of dirty dishes and laundry then that means life is a never ending loop of home cooked meals and comfy clean clothes

[vilea777]

sorry i cant hang out i forgot how to mimic human like behaviour

[commonzinnia]

yeah, sorry i exhibited symptoms of the disorder i told you i have. it will happen again because i have that disorder and will continue having it. hope this helps!! 🫶🫶🫶

[ionomycin]

temple at the end of the road

[bl0w-m3]

[shiyorin]

Two moods

[worthless-mess]

"Are you ok?" I'm actually tired bro. From the bottom of my heart I'm tired

[reactionimagesdaily]

[lgbtlunaverse]

The world exists in such a baffling state of simultaneous sex-aversion and sex-hegemony. Every social platform on the internet is trying to banish sex workers to the shadow realm but I can't post a tweet without at least two bots replying P U S S Y I N B I O. People are self-censoring sex to seggs and $3× but every other ad you see is still filled with half-naked women. Rightwingers want queer people arrested for so much as existing in the same postal code as a child and are also drumming up a moral panic about how teenage boys aren't getting laid enough. I feel like I'm losing my mind.

[liltingaway]

random button pngs

[onemillionfurries]

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[c-tepx]

NEVERMIND THE MEETING HAPPENED

found the screenshot from the adventure bible and I'm obsessed

i knew girls are gonna dress up!! look at flertom! she's ready to charm that dwarf bachelor

mayjack seem to be wearing her "prettier" shirt and just regular boots. just like her dad. cute

puckpatti even brought some flowers!