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[cynderrfall]

On the surface 🌸

[lobotomy-lady]

I wrote out an entire dissertation length rant but I'm actually deleting it & just leaving a gif that captures the energy of my current predicament in far less words

[icantalk710]

Not a bad get from work's sample sale the other day tbh 😌

[nikikeya]

This is my 1st attempt at drawing these guys. Loosely Inspired by an upcoming story from @optimisticallycyn where 18!Raph finds and tries to rehabilitate a Foot Clan Raised 2012 Leo.

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Expect clip posting to slow down due to irl nonsense.

Also from the 11th to the 18th I won’t have any computer access and very little internet access but I’ll schedule a couple clips beforehand for that week 🫡

[petrichorium]

Period cramps so bad I can’t even lie down good god 😭😭😭

[kingtankgirl]

14" celtic visions weave choker necklace. 250~ handwoven rings. it went to a happy home today, the very first lady who ever tried it on, for $180— my first sale!

[mrghostrat]

Hello! Mr Ghost rat! Here is a picture I drew of how it feels to being in your chat during one of your streams! The atmosphere is absolutely magical and I always look forward to them!! Thank you for all you do and for making so many people’s day so much better!

[babyprime]

lesbian fujoshi are gods bravest soldiers

[anderfels]

maybe i should write again...

[idontmindifuforgetme]

how do you study for such long hours? 12-16 hours? i tend to tire out after 8 hours.

bc if i'm not top of the class then what's the point. duhh

[flickeringquip]

Fall asleep somewhere a little unusual. <<

(Just an honestly adorable scene conjured up in DMs with @sweetestflow3rs abt Cody & Aster)

(1) Pick the lock on the Messenger's door.

Your whole body aches as you let yourself into Cody's apartment; your vision throbs painfully when you flick on the lights and toss a file on the nearest counter. You're coming up on three days without sleep, and you very nearly fumbled your last job because of it, just barely securing the Intel you needed—

And earning yourself some nasty bruises along the way, splotches of purple and blue and yellow around your ribs from a tackle you'd failed to dodge.

Cody's flat had been closer than the bar, and knowing you'd been directed to give the Intel to him anyway, you were all too willing to skip a jaunt across town in your current state.

(1) And if breaking in gave you a bit of petty delight, no one had to know but you.

It's only when you've technically finished your work that you find yourself at a bit of a loss, a tremble to your limbs and cold chill to your body that makes you wonder if you might faint on the way home. It's then that your gaze lands on a familiar couch, gaze panning between it and the door for a long beat.

"Fuck it," Your voice is hoarse as you drag a hand over your face and all but stumble towards the couch; your body is almost on auto-pilot, unwilling to let the chance of the some desperately needed respite go despite your mind's reservations.

You're unconscious within thirty seconds of collapsing on Cody's couch, a parting hope that maybe you'll wake up and be gone before he even comes home the last thing you remember thinking.

(1) But when have you ever been so lucky?

It's a testament to your state of exhaustion that you don't even stir when the door opens some twenty minutes later, even though normally even a whisper of footsteps could wake you — the soft click of a gun's safety being turned off would normally send you into high alert.

Instead you simply curl in on yourself a little tighter, pressing your face more into the cushions, blissfully unaware of the emotional rollercoaster you've put Cody through as he lowers his gun and huffs a quiet, disbelieving laugh.

(1) You do wake up at the gentle shake of your shoulder and tap on your cheek — if only barely.

You somehow feel even worse now than before you'd slept as you blink drowsily at the man crouched in front of you, too tired to startle or even grumble as he smiles his usual grin at you.

"You know, kitten, I'm a little offended you went through all the work of breaking in and then chose to crash on the couch of all places," While normally the pet name — picked from an incident you do not like to be reminded of — would inspire you to a bit of violence towards your swarmy co-worker, you simply don't have it in you. Not when your vision swims just laying here, lashes growing heavier by the second, realizing belatedly Cody was still talking, "—get you somewhere a little cozier, yeah?"

(1) You do startle a little when you're suddenly picked up, thumping a fist weakly into his shoulder when the man has the gall to laugh at you.

He's such a bastard.

"That's not a very nice thing to say to someone doing you a favor, kitten."

Fuck, had you said that out-loud?

"Mm, you're in quite the state, aren't you? You look like shit, by the way."

"F'ck 'ff," This time you'd meant to speak, words a little slurred and half-muffled by the soft fabric of his sweater; your body just feels so damn heavy, and for all his unnecessary snark, you can't seem to help the way you relax in his hold, instinctively enticed by his warmth.

(1) He laughs again, and it's only being set down that spares you the later embarrassment of literally falling asleep in his arms.

Your vision is blurry when you blink and find him knelt before you and you sat on the edge of his bed, a position that brings him basically fucking eye level because he's too damn tall—

You're not jealous. Shut up.

(1) Your fuzzy thoughts are interrupted by the hands tugging off your shoes.

You watch in a half-asleep haze as Cody gently but methodically strips you, brows knitting a little as you reach for him and accidentally palm at his forehead after he pulls your shirt over your head.

"Later," Your attempt at stern falls short with how tired you are, weak as kitten when you pat his brow, not comprehending the almost confused look he shoots you while unclipping your bra, "'m too tired for that."

A purple brow arches, and the man has the gall to snort like you've said something dumb.

Rude.

"You're adorable, you know that?" It feels a little like he's making fun of you for making then wrong assumption, but then he tips you back to pull your pants off and you kinda feel like you're justified — and then he has the audacity to snicker down at the annoyed scrunch of your nose as you sprawl across his bed in just your panties.

Extra rude.

(1) And then he walks away! Like an asshole!

With your normal restraint on vacation, there's nothing to keep you from mumbling crossly as you slump against Cody's bed, likely not at all aware that you're speaking out loud as you grumble about being left cold and why didn't he just let you sleep on his stupid couch and see if you ever bring him soup ever again next time he's sick—

"C'mon, Aster, surely you wouldn't withhold your legendary soup when I need it most?" You know he's teasing you, but you're denied the opportunity to even glower at him for it—

By the top he gently guides you into, blinking in drowsy bewilderment as you look down to find yourself suddenly garbed in one of Cody's thin sweaters. Of course, you're all but drowning in it — but it's exceptionally soft when you sink your fingers into it. When you glance back up at him, there's a look on his face you're not sure you've seen before.

Somehow, it reminds you of his sweater.

(1) And then you find yourself being gently manhandled once more, plucked back into his arms while your poor, sleepy mind tries to process things.

And that's how you find yourself tucked cozily into Cody's side beneath a thick comforter, the man having stripped down to something more comfortable when you weren't paying attention. Honestly, you're a little bewildered by the turn of events—

"Relax, Aster. It's all good."

There's a warmth to the words that settles something in you, alongside the soft stroke of a hand down your spine — as you fall asleep, you think that one day you'll get this man to stop treating you like a skittish cat, but. .

(1) You could let it slide, just this once.

[yeniihuenii]

smth abt taking off the mask or smth

[skunkes]

if life is categorized by Before Loss and After Loss then I exist in the before but with a countdown to the after. and the countdown is always always present and debilitating. the loss will be debilitating too but i cant help myself. i will always suffer twice.

[4phr0d17e]

my shifts at work are 8hrs long but they give us an hour lunch break which is nice but means im there for 9hrs. and i live 25 mins away but between morning traffic and the unreliability of the buses i leave for work an hour and a half before my shift starts. and then it takes me an hour to get home. so all in all im out for at least 11.5hrs. at least when i was working 12 hour days in aus i got paid for it all😭😭😭

[anotherpapercut]

I quit one of my 3 jobs and I feel literally sick with guilt over it