#(<- famous last words)

[sunflowermp4]

i think i wanna ride (ride!)

[candycatstuffs]

Here's a Surge for you as requested!

TYYY 🙏

[the-mpreg-guy]

Love that we are 🤝 about Cas having a lil crush on Rowena. He gets SO flustered when she flirts with him and it is adorable.

NO SERIOUSLY like I only ever see him get that level of flustered around two people, one of them is obvious and the other is ROWENA!! And honestly I get it, like if Rowena was flirting with me I'd be flustered as hell. It's literally so cute of him oh my goddd. A something billion angel the size of a skyscrapper gets embarrassed when a tiny, sassy redhead starts hitting on him.

[aleshnix]

respite

[szilverer]

on hands, responsibility, and "what's mine is yours"

the ghostie is inevitably going to See In Apocyan some rather personally disturbing parallels between the Seventh Coil/Tiger Keeper and themself :D itll take me a while to get to that though so. why not revisit the start with the 37486 unposted things i have lying around

Edward's hands are their hands.

Responsibility is the strongest thread that kept these two tied to each other, back then. Reisz made sure to leave it clear on day one. Marrying me isn't you getting what you want. Marrying me is a punishment.

Which means that all his actions– whatever wrong he does, whatever person he haunts— is on their tab. This is not a matter of guilt or remorse: Reisz' own self-administered price to be paid for their whim is the permanent sense of responsibility over their... husband.

He, by all means, should have died. It would be the kind thing to do by their own (naive) beliefs and yet Reisz kept him alive on a (selfish) whim.

If he's breathing now it's only because they let him breathe.

If he gets blood on his hands, that's blood on their hands.

You are my responsibility.

His hands are their hands.

Reisz' hands failed them ever since they tried to commit suicide in that coffin.

Caving their skull in left a series of minor issues that made their life more difficult. Small things. Speaking. Reading. Writing, holding a pen. Buttoning and unbuttoning. Delicate lab work. Even opening jars stopped being an automatic action and became an active process. Reisz dropped things all the time– they couldn't trust their hands for a lot of things now. Nothing too bad, though! They swear. Nothing serious. Minor annoyances, that's all.

Edward's hands were burned.

It was true hell to move them at all after his darling dearest set fire to his life, yet he endured it. He agonisingly held tools to write letters upon letters and carve sculptures day and night as palliative care, desperately trying to retain a modicum of sanity while separated from his object of affection. He purposefully burned himself again, he endured it, and the pain helped him through it. After shedding skin twice, the scars remain, although not as stiff as they used to be. They don't get in the way of his life at all.

...

Reisz doesn't ever ask for help in London– after becoming a POSI, they started to concern themself with reputation. They don't want to be seen as weak, or rather, they don't want people to learn their weaknesses. It feels inadequate.

Well, Parabola isn't London. They reach a point where all the minor difficulties add up. One day Reisz dreams of the Orphanage, their unconscious taking them to their responsibility extended, they see this man they're keeping tabs on, grinning, all but glowing just by being near them, and they are so exhausted they give up, they make use of him.

i need you to...

It makes him so happy. Even when he tried not to smile they could still see the false-joy in his eyes. This is far from a punishment, but isn't that sort of thing part of being loved? Isn't this the make-believe they wanted to experience in the first place? It's fine. No one else is here to see. He's seeing it, but he's cut off from London so it doesn't matter. A couple weeks into this marriage and Reisz starts to slowly but surely favour their own comfort.

His hands are theirs.

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and yeah in case anyone's wondering how badly rei inadvertently set themself up,

[aceforwhatevenisthis]

art request! estranged producer shane madej conversing with the prof as ✨colleagues✨

filming for making watcher keeps getting interrupted by estranged producer shane madej distracting the talent

[non-blurry version + references below]

[joelletwo]

noooooo i wasnt even home before my week off got threatened 😭😭

[artpepkin]

WOOO mARTch TIME 🕺💃

I finished this yesterday I promise

Day 1: self portrait

Prompt list below the cut :]

[bogor-o]

brain in two modes rn, draw cotl or play dbd

and the halloween event in dbd is still on. so today, productivity does NOT win WHEEEEE

[starstruckodysseys]

sometimes i’ll start a fic bc i need to get one specific line or two out. and usually they’re like pretty solid lines but this one is just

[schokoleibniz]

somehow wrote 2.4K today even tho I’m sick???

[call-me-chips]

Sadly, it seems that my stylus scratches my phone screen 😔😔

Until I get a glass screen protector, I shall draw with my pointer finger

Wish me luck?

[userparamore]

i love to live on the edge (wearing white linen pants on the first day of my period)

[outfoxt]

at the airport and it starts to smell strongly of citrus and I'm like did someone put on too much cologne today and I turn around and someone's peeling an orange. like yeah I guess that works too

[doctorwhoisadhd]

this is insane but i trust you marc platt

[cybernetic-programming]

"i dont necessarily ship jessa"

i says with confidence

[ proceeds to read jessa angst and nearly cry ]