#uve been warned !!!!!!

[sherpagutz]

If you get close to me I will literally send you the weirdest shit at 1AM

[yenonnoff]

hi everyone how’s ur day 🤭🤭

ive been working on a separate blog bc. bc umm i thought itd be fun. if u want, u should check out @poppyen !!

[c00pswhore]

in a teehee haha mood, dont hold anything i reblog next against me

[maskedbutsilly]

“why did i marry this man”

[garmaballs]

cant a girl sleep on the floor anymore.

[bobmckenzie]

so freaking scared to rewatch this movie like there is no way I'm not gonna get a crush on him

[sunbratz]

shifting back onto iwtv mode now that s2 is done so if u see me reblogging a bunch of stuff no u didnt

[wizardofgoodfortune]

yall im feeling new blorbos coming with this show called The Bear.

[kikunai]

*makes a cringe circle so the scp authors wont know im insane for their little guys*

[zedif-y]

vent poem. mind the tags

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does stress make you distant, i ask google. my eyes are blank, dull even as the glow bounces off of them, empty even as words fill the screen. does it make you feel alone.

yes, google says. several articles, several different sites. it does, it does, it does.

i read about how stress makes people withdraw, leaves them emotionally distant. i read about feelings of detachment, of suppressing emotion until you're not sure they were ever there at all. i read until my eyes droop and my head comes to rest at my desk. until all i feel is tired.

i don't cry. i don't feel the need to.

i search again.

does stress make you anxious, i try, lead weighing down on my bones. does stress make you depressed.

my eyes buzz with exhaustion.

how much anxiety is normal. how much sadness is normal. how do i make it stop.

the answers i get are not what i'm looking for.

my arms protest, why can't i feel anything.

my head swims, why can't i feel anything good.

how do i go back to being okay. how do i remember what being okay feels like. i let out a breath, feel it seep out through my lungs.

something bad almost happened to me. i pause, delete the sentence. something bad happened to me– i delete it again.

nothing happened to me but something almost did and it doesn't even scare me, i type. it should and i think it would have in the past but it doesn't right now. and i haven't felt anything properly in three weeks so i think it might be the stress but something bad almost happened to me and i can't say what it is. i can't say what it is. i can't say what it is.

i'm still not crying. my head begins to pound.

my fingers keep typing.

i almost did something bad, i type at last. i stare at it. i hope to feel something– the crumpling despair when it sinks in, the hand-shaking terror when i remember. i almost did something bad. something permanent. something i regret but i don't but i do but i would have. i think.

it should have scared me that i got to that point. it didn't, doesn't. i think that's what scares me more.

i press enter. i press enter. i press enter.

but the answers i get are not what i'm looking for.

[madsclinett]

[gfquackity]

for the nsfw ship meme:

- What was their first time like?

- What’s foreplay often like?

- Do they have sexual nicknames or titles?

- How long can they go?

- Favorite place to have sex?

- What roleplay scenarios do they have/want?

- Who, if anyone, would they most likely bring in to join them?

- What would each member say their favorite thing about the other(s) is?

OOC:

dead dove dont eat: mm lg

their first time was behind the white house in manberg. it was really sweaty and wet and gross and they both got cramps at some point. but it was the kind of desperate, needy sex where both can't physically get enough of the other person in their hands.

foreplay is often seen on this blog! /j . no but usually its a lot of mindgames. q's go-to tactics are getting really handsy in public and whispered dirty talk just to see if fae will break down in front of others. he's also a fan of reinforcing his own power in front of them, knowing it turns them on, at the expense of the people working at las nev4das. actual foreplay usually involves a lot of biting, marking, impact play... fae has a tendency to go limp like a doll so it's very easy for her to maneuver faer however she needs. fae almost never initiates, too shy!

mommy/mami for qu4ck1ty. mi hija usually for faer.

depends on the night. anywhere from 2 to 4 hours. if q's really worked up/stressed out, longer.

for alex, anywhere public! for nymph, at home, bent over a surface.

i dont know how to tell you that they pretend faer her daughter

alex would rather swallow burning coal than have a 3some with anyone.

alex would say her favorite thing about nymph is everything. but secretly he likes faer expressive, teary eyes the most. nymph likes his hands/hips/waist.

[kindestegg]

HELLO I AM MOTH FROM TOH RETIREMENT HOME DISCORD!! I would like to know what you think about the collector's stuff!!!

HELLO!! THANK YOU FOR THINKING OF ME!! IT MEANS A LOT YOU STILL DO <333 I HOPE EVERYONES DOING OK THERE X3

UHHH UHMMM WELL! UHHH!!

PLEASE GIVE ME TIME!! I DOWNED LIKE HALF A CAN OF BEER FOR THE OCCASION I AM WOOZY I AM NOT ELOQIEUWNET ANT THE MOMENT! BUT IF YOU WOULD STILL LIKE TO GET MY INSANELY RAMBLY THOUGHTS FULL OF SPOILERS PLEASE HIT THE READ MORE!

this surprised me so much!! i expected them to lean more into their anger but it rly was just that one nightmare sequence that they still felt bad about, plus the weird huge games was them ACTIVELY TRYING!! and OH MY GOD OH MY GOD SEE I WAS RIGHT THEY LOVE TITANS SO MUCH!! THEY GREW UP AROUND THEM FOR A BIT! THEY KNOW ABOUT TITAN ANATOMY AND CULTURE! THEM PLAYING WITH THE BABIES WAS NOT A ONE OFF THING! AND HE FEELS SAD!

but i am conflicted! i did NOT expect them to go with the direction that colly doesnt understand the implications of death, n my god did he get traumatized even further by having to experience seeing it happen to someone he was jsut starting to care about first hand. AND THEN OH MY GOD. KING JUMPING IN TO SAVE HIM??? THE WAY THAT THEY SHUT DOWN ANY DOUBTS THEY LIKED EACH OTHER?? MULTIPLE TIMES??: KING SAYING HE WANTED TO SEE HIM AGAIN?? WHAAAAAT!

its just so. oh my god colly is SO loving he has such a GIANT heart full of kindness n he just never GOT to use it until someone gave him the chance n showed him how!! the fucking CALLBACK to luz holding the portal together with him holding the archive house together!! the way he was literally LOSING HIS POWERS and yet he STILL went out of his way to help! SO SELFLESS LITERALLY!

the implication they built the portal even! and he either was around to say hi or he explicitly programmed it with a greeting!! THATS SO CUTE! and they visit! OFTEN! like a little passing comet! thats a prediction i had... one of my very first about collys fate actually! a traveling star, coming back once in a while to see the planet hes most attached to! i do wonder if eventually later hell settle into staying after the "growing up"... heh... samsa pointed out my teen colly n king fics can still work... (king is like 12-14 here depending how u read his age, my fics have him n colly be around 16 so!)

well uhm sorry i am losing gas i can barely think!! i need time time time... see you in a while?

[red-dyed-sarumane]

worlds most cringe fail little sad wet cat of a guy (gender neutral) turning out nicer than previously expected

[dykementality]

posting bs is always scary because my shits not tagged so sometimes ppl will follow me and maybe they THINK theyre rocking wit me but theyre actually not so im just gonna get it out of the way. i hate thomas hamilton and anne is a lesbian

[raitrolling]

A House Divided

[Easy reading version on Toyhou.se]

Eichio’s lusus heard everything.

It knew it could not say anything while Gerrel was still present in the hive, so it stayed quiet. It waited until he was gone and there was no way he could possibly be within earshot of the hive before it finally confronted its charge.

How dare Eichio bring such a conniving, insolent, liar into this hive. Is this the kind of company he truly wants to keep? That redblood had the nerve to slander his poor lusus, and he did nothing to defend it? No, he stood there and cried like a child. How pathetic, trying to manipulate someone into sympathising with him over some imaginary enemy by shedding tears, instead of admitting he’s too sensitive to handle proper criticism. Is this really the kind of troll his lusus raised? Is this how he repays his father, after how hard it has worked to raise him to be a perfect lowblood? He should be ashamed of himself.

Gerrel was no longer allowed to visit anymore. In fact, the hybrid lusus could no longer trust Eichio to allow any company. Perhaps if he had been better at choosing good connections, he would not have to be punished like this. 

Eichio kept his head down in shame as his lusus continued to verbally tear into him, and apologised for his misbehaviour. 

He knew now that he should not have to accept this treatment, and his lusus only has as much power as he will let it. But it did a damn good job at making him feel powerless. 

He was not as powerless as he thought, though. The seeds of doubt had taken root in his mind, and began to sprout. But as they flourished, the environment in his hive grew more toxic.

He couldn’t tell if his lusus was more present or if he had just never noticed how oppressive it’s presence was. It was always there, always watching from the moment he woke up to the moment he left for work, and then from the moment he returned to the moment he went to bed. He couldn’t do anything but work, either, as it would question why he needed to leave the hive so badly and what was taking him so long to get home. Was he afraid of his lusus? Or does he know he’s acting out and deliberately trying to avoid taking responsibility for his actions? 

Eichio just wanted to buy groceries. 

As time went on, the atmosphere became more and more stifling. His lusus became more critical than ever, finding even the tiniest ways to berate Eichio just for the sake of maintaining control - or had the yellowblood’s eyes just been opened to how poorly he was treated? It sickened him, constantly finding himself second-guessing and over-analysing every single interaction he had with the hybrid animal. Hypervigilant to the point where his own anxiety was making him physically ill, which would leave him vulnerable to more tongue-lashings from being anxious.

He resented Gerrel for making him aware of this, for causing his relationship with his lusus to become more strained and his mental health to spiral. But he also longed for the fresh air of the balcony, to be able to weep openly in front of him without being reprimanded. To grab onto his wrist for comfort, and hear his reassuring words again. 

Work, then, became Eichio’s only solace. He was away from the suffocating atmosphere of his hive, and could knuckle down and focus solely on his job as a distraction. Mister Espino’s hive has never been so clean. He was practically feverish in his work ethic, scrubbing the ballroom tiles as if his helplessness would also be washed away with the industrial cleaner. Trimming hedges to cut away the shame and guilt of being suspicious of his lusus. Rearranging the bookshelves in the library to put his frazzled nerves back in order.

As hard as he worked, he couldn’t hide how the stress of his home life was taking its toll. He was sleeping even less than usual, if his lusus wasn’t waking him up early to get him to redo the previous night’s chores he was awake all day fearing the sound of the hybrid’s claws scratching at his bedroom door. He was so, so careful to not make mistakes and clue anyone into his situation that his work pace suffered. His hands trembled if he couldn’t keep them occupied, his conversations more stilted and relied on basic formalities that didn’t require a lot of effort to focus on. His smile was a special kind of hollow.

He was back in the library tonight. The books had been reorganised in a way that Mister Espino had approved of, arranged by genre, then time period, and then by author’s surname. This mixed in his boss’ prized first editions with the newer copies of books, producing an aesthetically appealing mishmash of classic and modern while also letting the indigoblood know of what original editions he was still missing. His boss loved his collection, but was also more than happy to throw things out if they had a more valuable replacement. Eichio, on the other hand, wasn’t very good at letting things go.

He was so focused on eliminating every speck of dust off the shelves with the cleaning cloth that he didn’t hear the familiar sound of expensive Oxford shoes against the marble-tiled floor, stopping at the borderline between the entryway and the plush carpet of the library.

“Eichio? What are you still doing here? I believe it is well past the time your shift is over, no?”

The yellowblood turned away from the bookcase he was dusting and saw his boss in the doorway, leaning casually against the doorframe. His tone was as neutral as he usually spoke to his employee, but the look in his eyes suggested something deeper. Calculating.

Undoubtedly he had been noticing Eichio’s odd behavior these last few nights. He hadn’t been underperforming or making any silly mistakes that would have caused his boss to pull him aside, but his emotions were at a state that even the most emotionally detached troll could not help but inquire about. Eichio could not determine any sense of genuine concern coming from Viltau, but neither could he feel any malice. 

‘You aren’t alone. You at least have Mister Espino.’

Eichio hesitated for a moment, fidgeting and trying to calm his nerves. Ordinarily he would be quick to answer and inform his boss that he was simply finishing up his last task, which would also be the case here if not for something else. There was an opportunity here: A temporary way out of his current plight. He just needed to ask, say the words he wants to say out loud, ignore the fear that arises when he knows he needs to ask for help. To be selfish, just this once.

He clasps his hands together, wringing them a little from anxiety, takes a breath, and looks the indigoblood in the eye.  

“Um, actually… Mister Espino, is it okay if I stay here a little longer? I… Don’t want to go home anymore.”