#when nothing hurt and i was happy

[acheemient]

I miss you, Burnie Burns.

This video is basically what my friend knows about Burnie besides what I’ve told him

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[dukeofthomas]

why does every reconciliation fic go like this

[0vergrowngraveyard]

the end nine’s story really was an “alls well that ends well!” moment

[possamble]

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Another cute little grumble. Falin finally opened the door and slipped the key into Marcille’s pocket, gently nudging her towards the doorway. At first, Marcille did nothing—then she sighed and shuffled herself around Falin without letting go, hugging her from the front.

“S’not fair…” Her ear was bent right along the line of Falin’s jaw, the springy bulk of it tucked underneath and against her neck. “Why’d you have to go and grow up so much…?”

And Falin couldn’t help but feel a little guilty as she hugged her back. Marcille had been distraught about being the shorter one ever since it happened, so Falin had always tried her best to hide how much she liked it. How much she loved being able to look down at Marcille’s big and expressive eyes, fit the small elf into her arms in a complete reversal of those first few years they had known each other. How full it made her heart feel, to be able to tuck that head of devotedly braided hair into the crook of her neck, to safely cradle that delicate frame in its entirety.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

kinda cryin at learnin my cats favorite toy was a lil captain america but also that dhe got his eyes ripped out

[mostofthingsmostofthetime]

Hey, so I know it's been a long time, but I suddenly felt inspired to make some Annie Cresta Picrews. So here you go & I hope you like her as much as I do.

Pre games

Parade outfit

1st Interview

Training

Games

Victory interview

District 13

Post war

[tiredgeekgirl]

fellas it has been three months since the beach episode and thinking about neil and eva in any capacity still makes me ILL

[traffic-light-eyes]

I want Kai to go absolutely fucking ballistic one day. I want him to be so he'll bent on protecting his family that he would stop at nothing, and I mean nothing to protect them, even if it means disregarding his values.

I want Nya to get hurt and he gets flashbacks from the day she left and I want his vision to go red and for him to not know if it's because he's angry or if that bastard's blood is in his eyes.

I want him livid when someone says some untrue shit shutupshutupshup about Jay and his heritage. I want him to punch them until he needs to be held back.

I want Zane to have to physically remove Kai from a scene because he was trembling with poorly contained rage when this dickhead started talking about messing with Zane's parts, of taking him apart-- his brother, his family, hishishis.

I want to see Cole's reaction when he walks in on Kai standing over a clearly terrified Lou after a long, tiring fight Cole and his father had. I want to see the murderous glint in Kai's eyes as he lists off the reasons why Lou doesn't deserve the joy that is Cole and how Lou shouldn't even be breathing right now but Kai would never never do something that would hurt his brother, even if he completely disagrees with it.

God forbid, I want Lloyd to be bordering on a panic attack as he confronts his oni side, the dangerous, angry, horrifying beast inside of himself. I want Lloyd to look at the person that he is so so angry at breathing heavily, leaning on his brother Kai tearfully and in pain. I want him to look into Kai's eyes, expecting words of suppression, telling him to calm down, to come back to himself, that his rage is unrational. But instead, I want Kai to tell Lloyd to bathe in that asshole's blood. And I want Lloyd to go feral.

They are his people. No one can hurt them. No one.

[sugugasm]

thinking about how no one has ever been romantically interested in me for the past 21 years i’ve been on the planet currently . .

[cryptidafter]

if Oom was my sister, we'd have to fight, idc lol

[ssaltlicker]

Im just gonna have to accept that s2 wasnt good overall and that the fandom unfortunately is just bad. Its not the first time ive had to accept this about a piece of media i loved but this one does hurt more fsr.

Ill take the caitlyn and vi scenes, and the vi and jinx scenes, and ill just try to be happy with that. As much as it sucks that those relationships, the ones the series was formed around, were given such little time and a completely lackluster ending, ill just have to accept that it is what it is. I can imagine my own little au where those relationships stayed relevant in s2 and they actually got time and closure.

[chrissy-kaos]

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[e-louise-bates]

🎭

[n0heart]

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[flowercrowngods]

i don't know how to be merely acquaintances when we used to be friends. or i think we used to be. i don't know how to yearn for a simple hello when you've been heaping your affection on me months ago, and i don't know how to talk to you when you won't say anything. when suddenly it's all about me. you know i have nothing to say, you know my brain is void of everything but horribleness and i cannot tell you about my day because i don't even know about my day. i cannot tell you about my day when i know you won't listen, when i know you'll apply your philosophy to my world and don't believe me when i say that everything is terrible. i don't know how to be the person you seem to think i am, or the person you want in your life. i don't know if you want anyone else in your life now that you're in love and sappy, found another recipient for your affections, leaving me empty and wounded and yearning.

you said you missed me. said it many times, while i was gone. now i'm back, have been back, and i wonder how you missed me, why you missed me, when you won't talk to me. i think you mistook missing for worrying. i think you mistook caring for a feeling of obligation. i think you like missing me more than talking to me.

and i think i can't breathe with how much that hurts