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[d-burnerphone]

[rumov]

make sure to pet your cousins ESPECIALLY if they hate physical contact!!! they will love it!

[barbie0303]

Batman: *Free falls from the moon with just an oxygen mask, a ship´s booster and his grappling hook*

Nightwing who holds world’s free fall altitude record and did it again without a parachute later: CHALLENGE ACCEPTED

[lindagoesmushrooming]

[genderfeel]

the triumphant return of valvert porco rosso au after like 4 years. more under the cut and goodbye again for another 4 years 🤧

[brechtian]

Bertolt Brecht - trans. John Willett

[latelylately]

Opposthe Grende. Bliss. Genly is in the washroom getting ready for bed. I don’t know what prompts me to write this now, still sitting in the mess of sheets, other than the desire to capture this emotion as a jeweler cuts light into a gem for safekeeping.  Earlier, there was tension between us after Sorve left. It was Genly who broke it. Their mouth tasted like forgiveness.  Genly reached out to me in mind and I answered—and then neither of us closed off the connection completely. Somewhere in the undercurrent of our shared pleasure, Genly must have heard and understood my desire, deep down as it was, to finally not be the one to have to arrange and plan and control and lead over and over. A burden that followed me from life to relationships and now here. There was a whisper of a response from them, like a soft exhale, of having finally received permission for something that I don’t think either of us realized they were asking. They met me with a confidence and tenderness that I found new, but not foreign. I saw it often when we met in somer, but it disappeared with the timidity that arose in them as soon as I entered kemmer. I have realized now this was perhaps because of the way I acted, as if I already expected that timidity of them. A self-fulfilling cycle. But now we are understood, and finally, finally, finally: I can let go.

[not-so-superheroine]

[theinfinitedivides]

late night IWTV posting bc i want to but one of the reasons Loumand is so compelling to me is bc their dynamic is just. yk. like that. and by like that i mean Like That it contains multitudes. accordingly, when you open up ao3 and click their tag and scroll through the amount of fics labelled DD:DNE and/or CCNTUAW you will receive a range going from poking this dove with a stick so it moves. are we sure it's dead we didn't just pluck a few feathers and stun it with a brick or something to walking into a small dingy room with one light flickering on and off, mold on the walls and in between the tile, yes this dove is being vivisected as we speak in someone's basement with such rusty tools it could give a man tetanus but such gentleness that every organ is in its own container intact. we're wrist deep in its guts. such is the intimacy of the violence of fucking, balls to shaft to bellend. you'll need a closed casket funeral regardless

[butchniqabi]

once again not really back for real, trying to avoid posting about how angry i am (which is difficult bc im hypomanic rn) but lemme talk about some good stuff! i officially got a new job! i wont say where bc some of yall are praying for my downfall i fear, but im leaving the wedding industrial complex finally....i am almost free....and tonight i went to an open mic/poetry book signing by poet and professor brynn saito. i have to admit i was a little bit of a hater when i started reading her work lmao i was like "ugh this is trying too hard with imagery and blah blah" but the moment she started reading her poems i was like woah....this woman is so sincere and incredibly talented and i fell in love with her work in the span of 30 seconds. i got to have a convo with her and she liked the poem i read (my qabil and habil one) and she has inspired me to engage with more openness and sincerity when writing. anyways, you should look her up or take a class by her at fresno state or read her book "under a future sky" or any of her other books. thats all for now...

[accio-sriracha]

Wolfstar Angst </3

Remus sat, breathing in the ashes of a fire long since put out. He looked broken. He was broken. Maybe there was poetry in that. He didn't care.

"I should hate you," he whispered, staring at the blood coating his hands. It wasn't his own. "I should hate you for everything you put me through."

Sirius, in all his glory—in every ounce of pride he somehow still managed to carry—could only stare.

Remus didn't know what he was expecting. Sirius wouldn't reply. Not while they were both so vulnerable. Not when this was bound to be the breaking of a dam.

Remus shook his head. He let his red-stained hands fall to his sides. "Why can't I hate you?"

They both knew the answer. The very same that kept Sirius' feet planted where they stood. Remus only wished that made it any easier.

It didn't.

[mufos-photo-album]

Sunny Spot (5/28/2024)

[black-quadrant]

The Composer!?

So you write music or something?

No, he’s like…the Game Master’s master’s master.

[helmet-heart]

itafushi based on my beloveds evak

[naelmasn]

The child showed curiosity right away, with his mismatched eyes exploring the surroundings as if he had never set foot outside his front door. The world was so big and he was so small. He wanted to run and jump, wet his shoes in the stream, say hello to every being he encountered, and laugh as he rolled down the hills. He wanted to do so many things now that he was here, but at the same time he couldn't take his shaking hand off the hem of his mother's robes.

[hood-ex]

Ha wait so Dick keeps getting shot in his right arm, but which arm is the one always getting dislocated?