#sadness is temporary

[coolestlosergirl]

Mimi appreciation post because LOOK at what this cutie made for me because I was having sad girl hours this past week ‼️‼️ one of the sweetest and kindest and funniest baddies and thats TEA ‼️ Mimi ily so bad ty for this beautiful Sugu collage tears are no longer running down my face they’re running down my legs instead

I love you sm <3 🥹 literally so lucky to have met you ty for being the cutest and the sweetest @gojom0jo <333333 💋💋💋

[thekeyinlife]

I feel feelings but feelings do not define me.

[cosmicdenro]

theres no going back for me im afraid

[mod2amaryllis]

how it feels to get my child vaccinated

[pushing500]

Well, Ivy seems to be adjusting to her new arm/flesh whip/companion well enough (she's named it Henry).

The Jones Boys were naturally a bit shocked and confused when they got back to find a pool of blood by the twisted obelisk and a writhing tendril where their kid's arm used to be, but we all have to put up with strange stuff on the rim.

After ensuring Ivy and Alistair were okay, the Jones Boys returned to work until a transport pod fell from the sky! They begrudgingly rescued the hapless occupant, as it was a person from Wasbum, which is the faction we need to become allies with to get the first piece of the Archonexus map.

Mechi seems to be enjoying his new private bathroom (being an Acolyte has its perks) to get some well-earned relaxation time. Surely nothing else could happen to stress him out today, right?

Who's spreading rumours that Mechi is charming?? The man has the approachable personality of a moose with a toothache.

No, Purple, he's not marrying you. Don't be silly.

With that nonsense taken care of, it's time to curl up in bed with Security Chief Ratchet keeping a dutiful watch so no aspiring fiancees make it past.

Goodnight, Mechi. Enjoy your beauty sleep.

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[jewishrat420]

Steve always thought Eddie was beautiful.

He never let himself linger too long on it in fear of what he might see if he let himself look. If he let himself dust off the dirt that lay on top of it, too overwhelmed by the possibility that he really hadn’t had himself figured out the way he thought he did.

But it’s true.

Like the sky knows clouds that filter in and out of eyesight, like the moon knows the unwavering devotion of the tide, Steve knows this to be a fact as irrefutable as the nature of gravity:

Eddie Munson is beautiful.

It’s in the way his hair bounces with every step. These springy, frizzy little curls that Steve desperately wants to know, intimately, the way he knows his own. Wants to compare them, wants to feel them in the spaces between his fingers, the sensitive parts that nothing else really touches.

It’s in the way he lights up a room as soon as he steps into it, a walking sun that burns so bright that he leaves the hole of every space he was once in great and gaping and singed at the edges. Everything he touches turns to gold, everyone he meets ruined for anyone else.

It’s in the way he carries himself. Tall when people are looking and small when they aren’t, like his body is a show that no one ever willingly buys tickets for but ends up seated front row at regardless.

Steve would buy tickets.

If he had known, if he had been brave enough when it really counted, he would have bought tickets.

There is no one like Eddie, and there never will be again.

But it doesn’t matter now.

Because Eddie is still beautiful, Steve thinks, even when he’s pale.

Even when his skin is sallow and sunken, even when his big brown eyes are tucked behind grayed eyelids.

Even when Steve himself was the one to shut them, but only after he spent nearly an hour gazing into their emptiness.

His hair is shorter now, the frayed edges trimmed by Wayne. He’d laughed as he did it, a sad little hitch in his throat, because apparently Eddie never let him cut his hair when he was younger.

When his blood flowed warm through his arteries, when his skin was still pink.

Wayne said he used to bounce his leg so hard that he was worried he was going to stab the scissors right through his thick skull.

So Eddie grew his hair out, split ends running wild.

But Steve still thought he was beautiful. Frizzy hair and all.

Steve’s never seen him dressed so fancy, not even for his own graduation.

But then again, he never got to try on that suit he borrowed from Wayne. Never got to see just how long the sleeves were, because he never got to be as tall as his uncle, did he?

No, Eddie never got the chance.

Never got the chance to he a normal boy with a normal childhood. To grow into the man he could have become and then into the world that was always too small to fit him.

Eddie Munson: born to die in Hawkins, Indiana.

If only he had tried just a little bit harder.

Fought just a little bit longer.

But he did his best, didn’t he?

Steve certainly thinks so.

Steve thinks he looks beautiful, now, still, always. He tucks a trimmed curl behind his ear, wishes he could have known what it would feel like if his skin were warm.

But it’s okay. He’ll know the feeling one day.

Next time.

Next time, they’ll try again. They’ll try harder.

Next time, Steve won’t be afraid to tell Eddie how beautiful he is.

Won’t be afraid of what comes after, because it will be different.

It won’t end with Eddie, sallow and skinny in a suit six sizes too big for him.

It won’t end with Eddie, pale and pretty as ever, laying in the coffin that’s been on reserve for him since the day he was born.

Next time will be different, see, because it won’t end.

They’ll do it right.

Steve will do it right.

And Eddie will still be beautiful, and Steve will tell him so.

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[t3a-gh0st]

Just listened to the elementals oneshot.

Hey bizly what. Hey what. What was that.

[oddestishottest]

Kuromi temporary tattoos 🖤💞💜

[evilrobotalienclown]

Oh! 😁 I'm gonna explode

[kismetconstellations]

✧✧✧ A fashion queen. She can wear anything! ✧✧✧

[studyblr-perhaps]

A tangent from my studyblr posts but as much as I love being born in the generation I am, I sometimes yearn for the time my mother describes as her childhood, but simply in terms of nature. How there used to be snow in her yard, being a village in the Himalayas, how you could see mountains and mountains, vast and magestic. I only remember bits and pieces from my memory as a child of how gorgeous they used to look.

Now because of global warming and pollution you can't see anything except for the closest mountain, and it hasn't snowed there since she was a teen. And it's just so sad, how we've lost the beauty of nature in the name of development. Now that I wish to go to Europe and settle there, objectively better in terms of seeing nature, hearing the news of natural disasters and global warming causing an issue even there makes all my motivation to do better drown. What if I cannot experience nature the way I want to even there? What if I am never destined to be able to look at the blue sky, clouds, trees and mountains?

[sodachalice]

i am not into any sort of transness metaphor that implies youre replacing your body parts with machine or becoming something unidentifiable or actively harmful. i worry about what this implies in our current world. power fantasies are one thing but sometimes i read a comic that leans really heavily into the > becoming a robot metaphor for transness and it just screams "IF ELON MUSK WASN'T A NAZI I'D LET HIM PUT A CHIP IN MY BRAIN!"

[hwaslayer]

so tired. 😞

[driftingballoons]

Day 6: Farewell

Imagining it takes Partner a while to feel comfortable letting Hero out of their sight

@heropartnerweek

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

c!tommy being schizophrenic is such an important headcanon to me bc i so rarely see characters who aren’t either villains or like. sad tragic “madwoman in the attic” type characters. portrayed as having any sort of psychosis. and c!tommy definitely canonically has psychosis even though it’s constantly erased by the fandom except to victim blame him, so it’s very important to me to do research and portray him as a character who's not evil or just an object to be pitied but a vibrant excitable kid who's a good person while also having psychosis. they’re not mutually exclusive.

[hooved]

god it feels SO good to not live with my mom anymore. it's like just now fully sinking in