#yes shut up

[rainysflowers]

“I could… I can… do it on my own. You know that…”

“But you don’t have to. That’s why I exist. You have your enemies, and I have their blood on my hands.”

[unorchido]

Little doodle dump and to most you won't get the context

That all for now I'm going to sleep (it's 12:26)

[sweaterkittensahoy]

um so about that jackken

The train leaves, and the other people dissipate to loved ones or waiting cars or simply just start walking with the sort of energy that says they know where they're going.  Jack stands on the platform and looks up the tracks, watching the train disappear as his shirt starts to stick to his back in a humidity that reminds him of Texas.  But he's not in Texas. He's in Arkansas. In Pocohantas. The war's been over for nine months. He's been back in the states for eight of them. He'd flown back across the Atlantic with Blakely and Douglass and Harry and all the replacements who'd taken the place of his original boys. He'd stared out the cockpit window as the propellers had started and watched Ken standing just off the runway, hands on his hips and meeting Jack's eyes like it was the easiest thing in the world.  Under Jack's flight suit, under the flying scarf from his mother, Ken's locket had rested against his chest.  * "Ken," Jack says, voice  shaking as he watches Ken take it off. He's never seen Ken without it. It feels obscene to watch him remove it. Like a priest breaking a rosary.  Ken steps forward and opens Jack's hand, lays the locket in his palm, then closes Jack's fingers around it. "When you know what you're doing, you come and find me," he says, and his eyes are full of tears, but there's hope in there, too. Bright and wild and beautiful. "You get your head back where you need it, and you come find me," he says. "You've got my address." Jack does. Ken's handed it to him not five minutes before, asking Jack to write. Telling Jack– "Can you–Ken, I'm sorry. I shouldn't ask. Never mind," Jack says in a rush.  Ken rubs his thumb over Jack's fingers and keeps his gaze steady. "I love you," he says. "That what you wanted to hear again?" Jack nods, a knot in his throat stopping him from saying anything. He grabs the inside of Ken's arm with his free hand, feels the rough weave of his coveralls, the warmth of his skin. Stares at his freckles and his eyes and his hair. Memorizes him.  "You start feeling like you love me back, you come find me," Ken says. "Because I believe you  do, Jack. And I believe you'll feel it once all this war wears off for you."  And then Ken stands on his toes and kisses Jack's cheek, sweet and soft and careful. "It'll be an awfully big adventure," he murmurs in Jack's ear.  Jack manages to hold himself up until Ken's left him alone, and then he drops hard onto a crate and wishes he could cry. 

[flustersluts]

most respectable amt of notes to get on a post is 4-600. 400 note posts are beloved by the community but haven't sold their soul to make it in the big city u know,,,, a cult classic,,,,a local staple,,, a friendly face around the neighbourhood

[deadestofdoves]

I'm so disgusting. I left some mold alone for over a year, and it's eaten the side table. There is a God damn hole in it.

[cakemadeofbacon]

Temporary pfp change

[andorerso]

"they make me insane" and it's my own ocs

[candycatfalls]

wasted devotion

[celestialalpacaron]

I just want them to be happy together 💕

[spikeplate]

pov : sun found the photograph

@spadillelicious hehehe i think ur sun would be a mighty big fan of the Disco Inferno

(song is “more more more” by Andrea True Connection)

[kuroshika]

boys need to be bloody and pathetic more often . they need to be whiny and whimpery and desperate i think.

[beif0ngs]

Pew!

[paper-lilypie]

anger management

[puppy-eyes-wilson]

uhuh yea sure buddy whatever you say man

[zillychu]

assorted brainrot from like 2 months ago

[a-ikuoliver]

“how many guys do you have on your roster, huh?”

“including you? four.”

“i’m gonna have you cummin’ on my cock, screamin’ my name and we’ll see if you still want those guys after the fourth time.”