#scREAMING

[typhlonectes]

[chunkymonkeycupcake]

[aahistaa]

so take me home.

take me home where the candles are still waiting to be blown and i'm yet to cut the cake, where i'm running after my cousins and we have all the time in the world, where our every step echoes with the bursting of balloons, where the snacks are still being served, where i'm yet to open the gifts, where i can't stop touching my new dress because it's the best thing in the world, where i'm laughing way too loud and way too real, where the only way i feel exhausted is because i get too many hugs, where my parents are my only world and i don't know the other way around

take me home where they still sing me the birthday song because this time i know, i know the wish i want to make when the candles are blown. and this time when i'll go to bed, i won't try to shut the music out of my magical candle anymore. for i'll know the music won't last long and the magic will disappear

- aahista

[stoppit-keepout]

[image is the text of a poem titled Magdalene: The Addict.

I liked Hell, I liked to go there alone relieved to lie in the wreckage, ruined, physically undone. The worst had happened. What else could hurt me then? I thought it was the worst, thought nothing worse could come. Then nothing did, and no one.]

magdalene: the addict by Marie Howe

[m0zartwascr4zy]

"You need to let go mom, I'm almost eighteen,"

the double meanings because diana's perception of gabe is telling her to lay their fuck off I'm almost an adult blah blah blah BUT ALSO real gabe has been gone for almost 18 years (well technically like 17 and a bit he died when he was 8 months old?) and he's subtly telling her himself that she needs to let go also very cleverly foreshadowing the revelation of the fact that Gabe is dead later on sjsjejwjwjsiissijs

[seth-whumps]

ragged panting that drags through lungs. gasping in breaths after near drowning or swallowing air in the midst of thick panic. hoarse voices you can hear whistle. desperation turning a shout into a scraping, bleeding, burning thing. voices that break and inhales that wheeze and the pulsing feeling when you've expelled all the air in your lungs in one, echoing, agonizing scream.

[oracularvernacular]

AUGHH!>!?!?!?? MY SHAYLA?!?!?!/1 MY FUCKING SHAYLA?!?!?!?!

Imagine Sylus standing by the hospital crib, arms frozen at his sides, eyes locked on the tiny bundle swaddled in white. The nurses keep asking if he wants to hold the baby, but he just... stands there. Silent. Unmoving.

Because he's scared.

Scared that his hands; hands that have drawn blood, broken bones, held guns and knives, will somehow ruin this pure little being. That even touching them would be some kind of sinful contamination.

He’s done so much wrong. Hurt so many people. He never thought he deserved you, let alone a child.

But then the baby opens their eyes.

Ruby red. Just like his.

It knocks the breath from his lungs. He’s never seen anything so small, so perfect, and to think they carry a part of him? It’s almost unbearable.

The nurse gently places the baby in his arms, and Sylus panics, even then. He holds them like they’re made of glass, as if one wrong move will cause the heavens to shatter.

He has been handed rare jewels, precious ores, and materials worth millions over the course of his life. But nothing, nothing—has ever compared to the weight of his precious baby being placed into his arms.

Because this? This is priceless.

And despite his anxiety, the baby just... coos. Nuzzles into his chest. Like they know him. Like they trust him.

And suddenly, the walls around his heart crumble.

The infamous Onychinus leader, feared across cities and whispered about like a living nightmare, he’s crying. Silently. Reverently.

He didn’t know love like this existed. He thought he gave you everything. Every bit of softness he had left.

But now?

Now he knows, his heart had one more piece to give.

And it was always meant for them.

[MASTERLIST]

[arrrn124]

Namgyu coded

[murfpersonalblog]

💀 Dang.

[thebibliosphere]

My mum dropped new family lore today when she off-handedly mentioned being diagnosed with "fibrositis" in her early 30s.

I'd never heard of it before, so I Googled it and what's it called these days? Fibromyalgia. I said, Mum, do you mean to tell me you've lived 40+ years with fibro pain, and no one's done anything about it?

She said, "You can do something about it? The doctor back then just said I needed to have a baby."

Perplexed, I asked, "Why would that help?"

"Because then I wouldn't have time to think I was in pain."

So, anyway. Haha. As soon as this migraine stops, I'm hopping on a plane back home to commit murder. Anyone want to come?

[imaginariumwanderer]

aaa

[oh1thehorror]

This is peak character design. PEAK. Nya looks like a water droplet and I LOVE THAT.

I’m once again hyperfixating on another Lego show. Speedpaint under the cut to prove I’m human

[htmibefttou]

ITS SO CRISP

[draw-the-squad-like-this]

Draw your characters like this

[nymori]

I've been stitching some cicadas lately. This year is going to be a big one for the screaming bugs!

For those interested in making their own cross stitched cicadas, the patterns are available for sale here and here! (Please note: my software skills mean that I had to freehand the AAAAAs rather than place them in the pattern itself, so those are not included in the patterns. This does mean that you can make these little guys uniquely your own and add any sort of scream that you'd like, though!)