#twenty minutes

[revvethasmythh]

bells hells took, i shit you not, twenty REAL LIFE minutes trying to catch ashton from falling. and then caleb is the one who successfully did it, in under a minute

[unfunnystandup]

twenty minutes - april 1991 special issue

[darling-gemini]

35, Wyler!!!!

35. Future Perfect (Pass the Mic) by Enhypen

"No, just--stop it, let me talk."

Wednesday falls silent as the words leave Tyler's lips, his voice raised along with his hands. She does then, her fire momentarily put out as she stares with a rage filled gaze. They'd been fighting for the better part of thirty minutes and things were coming to a head. To anyone looking in, it may look like they wouldn't make it through the night.

"This is so stupid," Tyler mutters under his breath, bringing his hands up to his face to rub at it. He turns away from Wednesday then, his back to her, and takes a few steps in the opposite direction. "This is so stupid, we shouldn't be fighting like this."

It was true, it was likely pointless to get into a shouting match when they'd been through so much together. Still, Wednesday stands with her fists clenched together, withholding her anger as she waits for him to talk, to get to his point.

"Look, I--" He starts only to interrupt himself with a sigh. "I need you to stop protecting me, Wen. I want- I need to stand on my own feet sometimes. And it's not like I don't appreciate you looking out for me, I do, always, but this... This isn't helping me. You're hurting me, Wen. Please, I'm asking you to just stop."

It's this that takes the wind out of her sails. Wednesday's shoulders fall slowly and then all at once, and her fists turn to open palms as she watches him, waiting for him to turn around, to face her. He does, only a moment later, tears welling in his eyes.

"I'm asking you to stop because if you don't, I'll leave, and... And I don't want to leave." He says with a world-wary sigh. "I wanna be with you. I want to be with you until we're old and gray, but I can't just--I can't keep pretending like this behavior is okay. It's uncomfortable, and it's weird, and--and not in your usually loveably weird sort of way. I need you to let me find my own voice, and be there for me to lean on, but I don't need you defending me at every turn. I'm a big boy, I can protect myself, I promise."

"And what if you can't?" Wednesday asks, her voice cracking with emotions she hadn't felt this extent of in years. "What if there comes a day when you need me, and I'm not there?"

"You're always there, though." He points out, taking a step closer. "You're like, impossible to get rid of. You're like--you're like a cockroach that way."

Wednesday crinkles her nose and says, "I hate that line," which earns a laugh followed by sniffles from Tyler.

"My point," He says, taking yet another step closer, reaching out to take her hand, "Is that I believe that you'll be there for me when I need it. I know that can put my weight on you, and you can put your weight on me. That's how this works, this... Relationship stuff."

"Do you swear by it?" She asks, her usual edge making its way back into her voice.

"I swear that no matter what comes at us, no matter what life puts in our way, I want us to build a future together. It may not be perfect, but it'll be ours. You just have to let me build out my own life first, in whatever shape that takes."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay."

Okay so this turned out way different tonally than the song that inspired it, but the bolded words are taken from the English translation of the lyrics so as to tie this whole thing in somehow!! Hope you enjoy💕

[xenolinguistics-department]

Okay, I'm sorry, this is not a slight at you in any way shape or form, but I saw the first part of your new... interest during the entr'acte at the theatre so I didn't pay it much mind - usual Tumblr content, you know - but now that I'm seeing it on my laptop in my bedroom I can tell you with the utmost certainty - the guy in bandages with no limbs looks like something that was perfectly manufactured to make me specifically very very upset. Artistically - amazing though.

If it's not too hard - would it be alright for you tag the future posts so I can filter them. Thanks in advance.

sure, of course, I'll tag them! I thought about tagging them, but then dismissed that thought, as I now understand, probably a bit foolishly. I'll tag them all "tw injury", and i think you can filter "mouthwashing" (the name of the game) as well. I'll tag it on all posts in case i miss something :)

[albatris]

generic anxiety post

[chameleonsynthesis]

7-Fjellsturen completed in 12h20min. Longer than I wanted but shorter than I thought it would take, given the weather conditions. Lots of rain yesterday, and some rain today (and snow and hail; thank you, Ulriken), made for a very muddy trail.

Kilometres hiked: 35

Number of Kvikk Lunsj consumed: 6

Litres of water imbibed: 3

Eggs hatched in Pokémon GO: 27

[pixelguzzler]

sometimes self care means giving your doppelganger sloppy.

[likeabxrdinflight]

all right when the cat pees on my bed I'm tired of visiting my parents

wanna go back home now

thank you

[silvercaptain24]

I really hope they come out with my order soon…

[qsmpbutwithsignlanguage]

i am now experiencing the phenomenon where the only time you ever get motivation to write is when you are the furthest physically that you have ever been from a computer, the URGE

Mike and Phil look at Tubbo like “gee Tubbo how come you get to be married to TWO deities”

meanwhile Tubbo is like “gee Mike and Phil how come you guys are actually in love with the deities you’re married to”

[pidgydraws]

💙 comfort 💙

i haven't had time to finish anything lately~ but i can't stop making new sketches lol

[gracecarts]

hands you this and walks away

[kaijutegu]

You know how rain frogs have lil butts and everyone loves them? Friends, we've been sleeping on the Lake Titicaca frog. It's got eyes that have seen god...

And an ass to match.

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Dick, Tim, Bruce they all hallucinate. And the angst of it is insane but let's talk a bit more about the comfort.

They read each others files they know certain things happen helping each other instead of hurting.

Jason noticing Dick is staring off to the side, his brother getting anxious. He gently moves in front calling him. "Hey dickie whatever you seeing isn't real, it's alright."

Dick who prefers you to remind him it's all in his head.

Damian who walked down to the cave Tim is having an active conversation with the wall. Calling over to him, "Drake let's move to your room, I have a drawing to show you." Leading him by the hand and staying with him.

Damain and Jason both leaving animals specifically with Tim and Dick are after they noticed them relying on the animals not moving or twitching to help decide if something is actually there.

Dick interrupting a panicked Bruce who is seeing a blood covered Jason. Gently steering him to his room, laying down to watch a movie.

It's not abnormal for Tim to grab Jason, Damian or even Dick on a good day to ask if they see anything.

A quick call out of "Anyone else seeing this?" Is expected.

Code words change by the day between them.

Sometimes none of it works but just staying with them until whatever passes.

Bruce who isn't as obvious but will attempt to find Alfred, Jason guides.

Dukes powers doing wonders to help because if he's not seeing it you defiantly aren't.

A movie night interrupted by a panicked Dick asking if anyone else can hear that. Jason and Tim working to ground him.

It's unsetting for Jason, Damian, and Duke but it's absolutely terrifying for them doing everything they can to help.

It's worse though because sometimes it's just voices, or Tim feeling like there's bugs all over him, swearing Alfred the cat was just in here but he's safe in Damian's arms. Working together to try and make it just a bit easier for them.

[spacetimeaccordionfolder]

I might have gone a bit over the top about this.

text from here. I used 1.11.8-11 as references. panel 1 here is kind of a redraw of panel 6 of 1.11.11.

@comicaurora

[readwritealldayallnight]

It didn’t matter how long or short you were apart, Simon always brought something back for you

After each and every one of his deployments, though all you ever asked for was for him to return to you in one piece, he would find you a small souvenir, a token, a postcard, or some sort of little trinket from whichever corner of the glove he found himself in this time, keeping it near and dear to him until his feet were back on familiar ground and he could put it in your familiar hands

You had told him that it wasn’t necessary, but when he simply blinked and ask you if it made you happy, your reply was an instantaneous ‘yes’, to which he replied ‘then yes, it is necessary’

You loved and treasured all of them, multiple shelves throughout your shared flat adorned with the items that reminded you of the fact that he was always being reminded of you wherever he went

It didn’t take very long for Simon to become enamoured with your reactions each time he presented you with his newest find, wondering if whatever he picked out would make you gasp and cover your mouth, make you roll your eyes and smirk, make you laugh and squeeze his arm, each time was a guessing game that had his heart skipping a beat or two in anticipation

Soon enough, he decided he didn’t really need deployments as an excuse to surprise you, or any reason really, other than to see you smile

And so, trips to the supermarket made by Simon alone more often than not began including cupcakes in your favourite flavour

He’d come back from the mailbox and drop a single flower from someone else’s garden onto the table in front of you

Your nearly finished perfumes and lipsticks would magically find themselves replenished

But being Simon, his gifts didn’t always need to be extravagant

On the rarer occasions when he was only on base for a day, he’d often bring you back something simpler, if not sillier, like a paper clip or a sticky note with a terribly drawn doodle he’d stick to your forehead (god forbid he ever bring home a bullet casing, bragging about how he was thinking about you while he practiced shooting loads today-)

Sometimes he’d bring home a book he saw laying around the common room he thought you might enjoy

Other times he might walk into a room and notice you eyeing the hoodie he’s wearing, pulling it over his head without hesitation and offering it to you before you could even think to ask

Most of the time though, Simon was great at bringing home takeaway for dinner, a favourite sight of yours to behold as he walked through the door of the flat

Empty handed or not, so long as he was home with you , you were happy