#wtf is my life anymore

[bedlightwriting]

I know now just as I knew then

That it was only desperation

when you reached out to me

You were dear to me, before her

Not the same way but close all the same

And she came, and filled your days with light and lust and happiness

And when it fell, you came crawling back to me

Like you always do

A year and a half passed

I lived, I loved, I lost, I lived again

Sweet words and a broken past

Confusion, desperation and regret

all wrapped up in the form of a tall boy with dark hair and amber eyes

Knocking on my door

How could I say no? I’ve been desperate too.

And god, it was good

And then you had to promise me

That you would never leave

It could have been perfect before, and not even an hour later you text her

And now, like a boulder in the ocean, the feeling that your promise rings empty creeps ever closer

I knew this would happen

They never stay

No one is permanent, I learned that early on

Of course I knew

But sometimes I wish it just wasn’t true

I wish those words meant to you what they could’ve meant to me.

If only I could believe what you tell me

Lies are sugar and a sweet tooth leaves a rotten mouth.

Maybe one day your words will look less like candy

Maybe I’ll be here in a year, maybe five, maybe never, but for now, my amber, I’ll pretend to be yours and you can pretend you don’t want her

[johnnyy-guitarr]

yeah i don't fucking know either - enjoy !!! 🖤

[fisheito]

I started reading beastars so now HE's reading beastars .wait

THEY'RE reading beastars

[the-broken-pen]

Hey can you do one about a villain with teleporting powers

The hero woke up gasping, scrambling upright in bed as the back of their neck tingled in warning. Their eyes darted around the room, blurry, before settling on the far wall.

The villain watched them, idle and unimpressed.

The hero’s lungs, traitorously, forgot how to breathe. They wheezed slightly, one hand clenching onto the blanket, the other sliding underneath the pillow for their knife, where–

The villain hummed, and the hero’s attention snapped back to them at the same time they managed to draw in a painful, terror-addled breath. The villain’s gaze was unnerving as they flipped a knife over their knuckles.

The hero’s knife.

“You,” the hero managed, but they couldn’t think of anything to say, and they were so tired and their pulse was jackrabbiting in their ears.

The villain seemed to know this.

“I warned you,” they said. They didn’t even sound mean about it. Just a gentle reminder–hey, don’t forget to check the mail, hey, it’s your mom’s birthday, hey, can you feed the dog?

‘If you keep interfering, I will hunt you to the ends of the Earth and make you stop. There is nowhere I will not find you. Do you hear me? You cannot run from me, so don’t make me chase you.’

The hero swallowed.

“I didn’t think you would actually do it.”

The villain nodded like they had expected this. “You’ve learned from your mistakes, though, yeah?”

The hero knew the right answer. They knew that the proper response would be to slide off the bed onto their knees, to swear in every language they knew that they wouldn’t do it again. That the villain would be the only one allowed to splash blood onto the streets of their city, and the hero would choke on the pain of doing nothing and stay silent in it.

“You knew I wasn’t going to listen to you,” the hero said, and it was accusatory. The villain shifted slightly. “You had to have known I wouldn’t stop just because you threatened me.”

The villain shrugged one shoulder. 

“Of course I did. If you were the type of person who would have stopped, I would have killed you instead of giving you a warning.”

The hero’s grip tightened on the blanket. “That doesn’t make sense. If I was going to stop then why kill me–”

“I don’t believe in weakness,” the villain interrupted. Their gaze was searching and heavy on the hero’s face, knife still spinning over their knuckles. “Which is why you’re alive, because you have never been weak.”

The hero’s jaw tensed.

“You wanted this.”

The hint of a smile pulled at the villain’s mouth.

“Of course I did. You think I didn’t know you would try and run? You think I didn’t know exactly how you would react the moment I threatened anyone in that cursed city?”

“So you weren’t actually going to kill anyone?”

“Oh, no,” the villain corrected. “Of course I was going to. They don’t matter to me.”

The hero’s stomach turned. 

“Those are people–”

“They’re a drop in an ocean of humanity. You know better than to think I would care about something so trivial,” the villain said.

“They’re not trivial–”

The villain sighed, harsh in the darkness of the room.

“I bore of this. Get dressed. We’re leaving.”

The hero jolted back.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

The villain sighed again, as if they were dealing with an unruly child and getting a headache for their efforts. It sent the hero bristling like an angry cat.

“There’s nowhere you can go that I can’t find you. You know that, right? There is no end of the line for this. You can drive until you run out of gasoline, until your feet bleed, and you drain your accounts of money. And I will follow, and I will leave every person who helped you nothing more than a stain on the ground, until you decide the trail of bodies isn’t worth avoiding me. Is that really something you want?”

The hero set their jaw, rising to their feet. 

“You won’t find me,” they swore. And the villain–

The villain laughed.

“I know your face. Of course I can find you.”

The hero was missing something, and the lack of knowledge felt like a sword over their head. 

“I don’t–”

“There’s no way you would have known,” the villain said gently, like they knew how much it bothered the hero that they were missing something that was apparently vital. 

They probably did know.

The hero glared.

The villain looked on the verge of another laugh.

“Once I’ve seen a face, I can find a person anywhere in the world. No matter how far. That’s all I need. You could go to the other side of the planet, and I could teleport to you without a second thought.”

The hero gaped.

“Any face?”

The villain paused. “Yes.”

The hero’s throat went abruptly dry.

Any face–

“You could do so much good,” the hero said, and their voice broke slightly. “Do you know how many people you could save? Natural disasters and missing persons cases and–”

“You misunderstand me.”

“You could–”

“I don’t want to do good.”

The hero stopped.

“You don’t want to do good,” they said flatly.

“I am not a good person,” the villain said. “I don’t want to do good. I want power, and I want to do as I please, and I want you.”

The hero was going to be sick on the wooden flooring. They were barefoot, and weaponless, and that fear still ran up their spine.

“I am a person. You cannot have a person.”

“You are a glorious, powerful being,” the villain countered.

“That doesn’t make me less of a person.”

“No,” the villain agreed. “But it does make you something other than trivial. How could I do anything other than want to have that?”

The hero backed up a step.

“You can’t have me.”

The villain matched them, silent even as they stepped forward.

“You plan to run?”

They sounded amused.

The hero supposed that was better than anger.

“Stay over there,” the hero said shakily. The villain obliged, settling their hands into their pockets. Like this was a means to an end. They had flipped to the back of the book and read the ending, and were watching the hero catch up to the scenes they had already seen played out. The villain’s eyes burned into them.

And abruptly, skin going cold, the hero realized there truly wasn’t a way out of this for them.

The villain would never let them be. They could run, like the villain said, and the villain could kill every person who so much as looked their way. They could hide, and stumble through cities and down alleys and the villain would always be around the corner. 

They had little doubt that every other person in this shitty motel was already dead. 

The villain grinned like they could read every thought as it crossed the hero’s face.

“Where will you go,” the villain said. They stepped forward until they were close enough to touch. 

It wasn’t really the sort of question that wanted an answer.

“Everyone else in this building is dead, aren’t they?”

The villain cocked their head, as if to say, Come now, you know the answer to that.

The hero didn’t think they would ever be able to draw a full breath again.

“Where,” the villain said, soft like a secret. “Will you go, little hero?”

It felt like dying. It felt like reaching out to help someone a second too late. A second too slow to catch the building as it fell. The wrong side of a fire before it blew up.

“With you,” they whispered, and the villain smiled wider.

“What was that?”

“You heard me,” the hero snapped, and thrust their hand out. The villain took it without hesitation.

They tugged the hero into them, leaning to slot their mouth next to the hero’s ear. The hair on the back of the hero’s neck stood up.

“You could do so much bad,” the villain whispered, and the hero ground their teeth hard enough to hurt.

Anger flared bright enough to drain every ounce of fear from their body. Because this was the worst case scenario, wasn’t it? What could be lost.

“Every step you make, every blow you deal and fire you start, I’ll be there. And I'll stop you. Again, and again, and again. You want me?” The hero bared their teeth. “Then have me.”

The villain tugged them closer, and laughed.

“I look forward to it,” the villain replied, and then darkness swallowed the both of them whole.

A week later, a team of agents entered the motel to find it coated in blood and the smell of death.

A month later, everyone knew there was a fight of immovable power and unstoppable force shattering its way across the world. 

A year later, the victor panted through a bloody grin, bruised and crackling with vicious unleashed power, and laughed. Because truly, the ending had been on the horizon since the moment the two of them had first met.

[sillychimera]

WAIT I DONT REMMEBER EVER SENDING THIS??????

CORRECT ME IF IM WRONG, THIS ART IS ALL THE WAY BACK FROM AROUND EARLY MARCH 2024

[vicetrevni]

Ok, what the actual fuck is going on?

I just got a letter in the mail today, and it's a supposed 'good faith estimate' on an appointment I haven't even been to yet. And for treatment I haven't even gotten yet either.

It says I supposedly have no insurance and I haven't sent a claim to my insurance for this yet anyways, but I can dispute this claim or pay the $250 in the next 120 days for these 'services'.

I haven't even had the appointment or treatments yet, I have *never* gotten a letter like this my entire life and now suddenly they're saying I have a bill even before the appointment?

Just what the actual fuck?

[oscargender]

32… all this time I had been assuming that Chu Wanning was AT LEAST 40… probably closer to 50-60, and he just looks young because of his cultivation… 32…

[fcbarcelohna]

June 24, 1987

Happy Birthday Lionel Messi!

“I am a normal person. I have the same life as any human being. When I finish playing, doing my work, I have my family, my friends, and I live like any other person.”

[einsatzzz]

art time-lapse of this piece that i posted in IG b4 to try out doing reels. i really like how this turned out overall plus "yasashii suisei" (link for eng tl) really fit the vibes so im queueing this here too

[ur-favoriterecord]

I love the Royal Trio because you have:

The sweetest person you've ever met

Tsundere Sherlock Holmes

and Just Some Guy

And they're all going through an identity crisis of varying literalness

[postergadorart]

i said i love zelink

[polarivy]

Nothing is stopping you from pronouncing horsemen as hor-semen

[applecherry108]

Being so absurdly late to the game in terms of one piece is insane bc how am I just now finding out that there’s a prevailing fan theory that Crocodile was born female. I thought it was just a silly fandom gag, what the fuck do you mean it could be potentially true?? 😭

[n0vatsu]

”have you ever heard of “drawing realisticly or your own style.” Huh whats that, never heard of it now leave me alone before i draw you pregnant:3

[cataschism]

concert tomorrow. itching to write tonight but maybe also tomorrow

[annbourbon]

I swear my parents have a contest on who can drop the most impressive secret on this house:

♡ I never mentioned it but~ I had a sister, she's dead now. (mom)

♡ Your uncle was Salma Hayek's teacher (dad)

♡ Your uncle had two women under the same roof, and they had kids, both of them, at the same time. Yes. They were even friends~ (mom)

♡ Oh yeah remember the Angel everyone goes whenever they celebrate something in Mexico City? That's were one of your great grandparents is buried. Yeah... he was an independentist. (dad)

↓↓picture for references↓↓

♡ Wasn't your uncle~ dad of at least 100 kids? Oh well whatever~ ask your dad (mom)

♡ Oh yeah btw we're part of the Bourbon family~ (dad)

♡ Oh yeah we have a missing treasure with tons of golden coins somewhere~ (dad)

please stop 😭😵 can't anymore~ next thing they're gonna tell me it's i'm heir to the Genovian throne lmao💀

To @mirusuchanne cause she said she wanted to know more of my chaotic life 😭😘