#unneeded

[chi0lea]

Forever the girl with a razor in her hands.

I try, I try as hard as I can for everything in life. When I’ve had nothing.

Never seen as the best friend, the true love, or even the girl who just makes you want to feel better.

I work hard for people to dismiss me, for relationships to never work out. For my life to grow harder and break me down.

Clenching a razor in my hands hoping to finally sink it deep enough. It’s never enough.

Feeling worthless for all I do. I am never good enough.

Feeling the sting of hope slipping away, I hate myself too.

Grasping my body wishing to change it. What’s so unlikable that I need to take a razor and cut out the ugly parts of me. Of my soul, my skin, my heart. Which life line can I bury enough to feel alive.

To feel the blood pool onto my flesh reminding me that I am warm inside as I fade to a cold light.

I’m forever the girl clenching the blade hoping its razor kiss will finally hit.

[moonlights-tears]

My soul bleeds

Starved of needs

Wanting affection

Only getting rejection

Broken on an empty bed

Desire filled and on one feed

Laying in this unending abyss

Love unwanted not even a kiss

[short-and-ugly]

another heem in a silly goofy lil outfit :]

[lord-of-simons-ghost]

My motivation is like...gone. I'm going through some stuff so my lotftober content is going to slow down for a little bit. I may even drag it into November if needed lololol

[skywardkey]

the urge to metaphorically break into various production companies and yell directly at their decision makers to stop approving live action adaptations of animated media just grows day by day

[artcalledtattoo]

Sitting’ in Buckle (•mix) Sitting in the buckle • frying in a pan • not on handle • west side north of the most southern • state my mental being • tried to degrees of south central • a different part in living • in a leathered Bible Belt Fighting continues • lives • lost everyday in the streets • I feel my self being taking over • to express something • to make a difference • in following suit of I have heard • saying out loud • what needs to be !!! Pay attention too Pay attentional To you !!! Can’t blame on past drive byes • street fights • bullets fly • likely still happening • we have our selves a • new phenomenon • just in added • the disregarded • the one the borders of society • arming selves making a call Policeman infiltrated front • this time different • Uvalde • but hey let’s stop • before it even happens • takes changes of • policies rules laws for changing • without dis-steeping • stepping the money making tops (It’s on you, it’s on me, everyday we are living the bad of something new and lost lives making or daily lives in newscasts before we fall asleep) !!! Pay attention too Pay attentional To you !!! Hello, wake up to new day Pay attendance Pay intentions to Pay attention Pay attentional I’m doing me, I’m talking to you Dear ma’am, sir No explicit lyrics Nor I famed a i with likes

[charliewrites99]

Representation

Super rare male friendship on tv

VS

Slow-burn over several seasons, friends to lovers between two guys (neither of which was introduced as queer)

[wordsneveruttered]

Undeserving

This world never deserved me.

[lbhslefttiddie]

i do love talking about how sy is weak to pathetic men but i just had a fucking moment because it occurred to me. sj is also weak to pathetic men. his favorite guy is yq (extremely pathetic) and a lot of his angst around yqy is that he thinks yqy doesnt need him anymore (is not pathetic anymore). his issues with men in general are that he perceives them as Threats (not pathetic)

[stealingyourbones]

My favorite thing about getting into the Gravity Falls fandom is simply Not Understanding why folks had such great hate for Mabel and Ford.

Mabel didn’t start the wierdpocalypse. She’s an easily manipulated child and is fucking 12. She’s self centered but what kid isn’t?

Ford had a reason to be mad and not thank Stan in the heat of the moment when the portal opened. His brother could have easily accidentally let Bill through with his recklessness to bring his twin back. Also bitch that isn’t your house anymore. You lived in it for 6 years and your twin lived in it for 30. He paid a majority of your mortgage. It’s his now.

[chi0lea]

I was breaking.

I am breaking.

I was down in a gutter of self hate, the stress was too much and every second my death did more then ponder my mind.

I looked to you, trying to seek refuge. You were to busy worrying about yourself.

I made this life for us, fought for us. I shook and cried on countless days for us. Yet the moment I needed you, well there was no us.

You only cared about yourself, my collapse wasn’t your problem. Amidst the chaos that was consuming every fiber of my soul. You weren’t there to calm it.

Well you were down and lost, I was there hands out for more then an embrace. Caressing you, loving you, and lifting you back up. Though it dragged me further down. Not wanting you to see my pain I took from it.

Now I am here, broken and spiritually alone.

Now the thoughts range more in my head, I could kill myself tonight and no one would know I was dead.

I am beyond breaking

I am shattered.

I am shards of glass scattered along the coast of the sands, unable to be seen.

[lilybug-02]

Wow. That could not have turned out worse.

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This comic will be on Holiday Hiatus this December and January! While on a cliffhanger? What a scam! >:/

[baeshijima]

mmm thoughts of private executioner!blade, who is high priestess!kafka's bodyguard. well, more like her guard dog, as many fearfully seem to think.

he is aloof and gruff and rough around the edges, his name capturing it perfectly. when in the eyes of the public he either keeps to himself or stands ready by kafka's side, but when out he lurks in the shadows ready and waiting to carry out her death orders.

you, yourself, haven't had very many pleasant encounters with him... if you can even call them that. that being said, you haven't had many pleasant encounters with anyone. notorious for your... less than pleasant disposition, for a lack of better words, you have more people who'd rather see you run through than those you can call a friend.

in a dog-eat-dog world, you had no choice but to protect yourself. that, however, ultimately became your demise.

"oh? so you're the one sent to kill me. can't say i'm all that surprised."

standing before you is the feared executioner. his sword is tucked inside the sheath attached to his hip, that ever-present dark swirl of an aura stifling the air. he doesn't say anything, instead opting to silently stare down at your slumped and worn-out form. you find that his gaze doesn't bother you; rather, it's oddly comforting knowing someone will see you in your last moments.

"i've never asked you for a favour before, so this will be my first and last request for you." in all honesty, you're not sure where this chattiness stems from. considering you're currently in a holding cell under the crime of attempted murder towards kafka (a poisoned wine you were most definitely framed for, though you can't say you were surprised) and are awaiting for your turn to be under the guillotine for your public execution, you probably should be a little desperate towards the private executioner in front of you.

and yet, your mind is nothing if not peaceful.

with a huff, you relay your request, "can you make sure it's quick? painless, preferably, but i'd rather you just get it over and done with."

silence blankets the cold chambers. moisture accumulated along the cobble ceiling drip in a steady rhythm, like a clock ticking away the seconds. it's unnerving, almost, how there is not a single sound other than your impending countdown.

"why?" comes his low mutter, effectively causing a ripple within the stagnant air. you almost think you misheard him, but his following words cease the thought, "why won't you ask me for help?"

had it not been for the abrupt shuffle and clanging against the metal bars, you would have never looked up to see him in your last moments.

his scarred hands gripping the metal until his knuckles turn a ghastly white and blood dripping from his palms is what greets your sight. as your gaze slowly trails up, you almost let loose a laugh of disbelief; who would have thought blade, the infamous guard dog of the high priestess, could make such a desperate expression? one looking as though his whole world crumbled before him, in which he can do nothing but sit and watch.

(you will never know of the anger and desperation which coursed through his veins the moment he heard of your predicament. had it been anyone else, he wouldn't have cared. but you're not anyone else; you're you — unapologetically, wholeheartedly. it didn't take him long to hunt down those behind it, cutting them down without thought and putting an end to their miserable lives. he rushed as soon as he could when kafka gave him the order, no thoughts other than you, you, you, occupying his mind.

you will never know of the anguish which overcame him when he found you in such a state, your once healthy complexion and defiant gaze reduced to nothing but a tiredness which had always sat quietly behind your disposition. he's almost positive the muscle which unwillingly keeps him alive tore at the seams from your request, the acceptance in which you displayed causing his mind to go astray. even as he damn-near begs you to rely on him for help — to run away with him to some place no one knows of you and start anew there — you merely smile, resigned and peaceful.

you will never know of how much blade is willing to put on the line for you, for you never made it to see the complete and utter carnage he wrecked in your name.)

[sun-snatcher]

You know those ANCIENT fics back then where the Reader opens a LOTR book and gets transported to Middle-Earth? Yeah. I want a realistic version.

Sure it’s a cringe trope but it’s a historical classic (and my guilty pleasure), so imagine it done realistic.

I want the reader to understand FUCK ALL because they speak English but the common tongue of M.E. is Westron. Tell me the process of the reader having to LEARN an entire language from scratch. How they have to respect the cultures and traditions and customs so different from their world— all while trying to figure out a way back home.

Depending on when the Reader drops in also raises the stakes. Year of the Trees? First Age? Second Age? Third? Which begs the question on whether everything is even set in stone.

Would stopping Fëanor from taking that Oath prevent an entire kinslaying— or would it have happened one way or another? If the Reader managed to stop Sauron’s reign long before the Third Age, would there be any consequences?

What would the Elves think in general? Would they see into their mind and realise/believe the truth of their fictional existence? Would they exploit the Reader’s knowledge of the entire LOTR history/future for their own gain? What would Gandalf do? Hell what would Tom Bombadil say?

[theseusmcalt]

getting emotional over fabian and his parents again because fuck. how could he not love them? they were good, sometimes, even though they hurt him accidentally, and his friends have been hurt so much worse- how could he ever complain? how could he ever abandon his mother, his father, the legacies that made up who he was supposed to be? who he isn't anymore? sure, they left him all alone, and sure, they weren't perfect- but they were better than his friends parents, a lot of the time. (worse, too.) he was provided for and never worried a day in his life about money or if he would have a place to sleep, how could he complain in the face of adaine and riz and kristen? how could he? and how could he face his mother, and ask for an apology he's not even sure he's earned? she's happy, with a new partner and baby on the way- maybe he was the issue. maybe fabian's the bad one- she doesn't drink as much with fig around, does she?

do you think fabian blames himself for his childhood issues while denying he had any is what i'm saying basically.

[shewhowantsmouseears]