#FUCK THIS GAY EARTH!!!!!

[slytherverse]

BUTT DEEP !!! IN THE SEPTIC TANK!!! DRENCHED !!!! IN GOD KNOWS WHAT!!!! IN THE CLUB!!! IN FRONT OF MY EX !!! AND MILFS !!! AND FRIENDS!!! IN THE CLUB !!! I FELL IN!!! SEWAGE!!! AND I WAS WAY TOO NORMAL ABOUT IT !!! I SAID (WITH ONE LEG INSIDE THE TANK AND THE OTHER SUPPORTING MY BODY SO THAT I DIDNT BREAK MY FEMUR) I SAID "OH...!" WHO THE FUCK SAYS "oh!" (TWINK-STYLE) IN RESPONSE! TO! FALLING! INTO! THE! (FOOT HIT THE BOTTOM) (NOTHING LED UP TO THIS) (NOTHING ELSE MATTERS NOW) SEPTIC! HATCH !!!!! IN THE ACTUAL CLUB. WHICH APPARENTLY HAD A KNOWN THING CALLED "THE HOLE"!!! WHICH IS APPARENTLY GAY CODE FOR THE MOTHERFUCKING SEPTIC TANK THAT IS SO ENCRUSTED WITH DIRT! THAT IT BLENDS IN! WITH THE FLOOR! MY FUCKING BAD! AND PEOPLE I DITCHED EARLIER ARE ALL "OOH HOW DID YOUR NIGHT TURN OUT BC MINE WAS-" I WISH I COULD CARE BUT I FELL INTO A MOTHERFUCKING SEPTIC TANK AND THAT SOMEHOW ONLY RANKS 4TH ON THE ENDLESS LIST OF STUPID SHIT THAT HAPPENED ON THIS ONE ACTUAL DAY OF MY ACTUAL STUPID LIFE!!!!!!

[jinglejanglemornings]

THERES WAS ACTUALLY A FUCKING HOBO SPIDER IN THE BATHTUB and no one in my family cares about me enough to get up and kill it

[cuntbrow]

me getting out of the amazon headquarters with the hard drive of the other two takes of michael sheen and david tennant kissing as aziraphale and crowley for the most pivotal scene of the season shoved up my ass:

[mourningmaybells]

hm

[pacing around the room like a grizzled, alcoholic detective] I think those two guys fucked

[oatbugs]

last night i got home kind of tipsy and very much in tears and my mother told me the force you exert to keep someone in your life is proportional to the force with which they will leave your life. if you have to fight tooth and claw to keep them, their leaving will be just as hard, just as harsh, and just as definite.

[willowshimmer]

I'm confused on how there are homophobes on Tumblr when it's the gayest website on Earth.

[cephalonheadquarters]

I really miss him its so sad he died

[heckling-hydrena]

sweden fucking won I'm going to do something vile and unspeakable

[rachedurst]

anyways i love you people that are both gay and straight, in whatever way that presents. being nonbinary often can mean a complicated relationship to sexuality and how one perceives it within the societal restrictions of homo and heterosexual, and i think bridging those definitions and having "contradictory" labels like lesboy or whatever is really cool. i support and stan he/him lesbians or butch lesbians or she/her gay men or femme gays or she/he pronoun users and whatever else, be it cis or trans or both. if you feel like youre both cis and trans that also rocks. dont let people force you back into a binary within the queer community, stay strong!

[variksel]

dungeons and daddies s1 was, supposedly, about the funnies and it turned out to be about the horrors (and old man yaoi). we now need to make dungeons and daddies s3, which is supposedly about the horrors, into the funnies (and also old woman yuri)

[kimodraw]

Thunder's getting louder and louder and louder

[34saveme34]

"I don't think I ever saw him as happy as I did that day"

not gonna lie, I slayed with this design

I only like, teased it once ominously but this is to show

anyways this is what happens when the gay magicals hold hands- or well they can. get to this only if their bond is deep enough. can't just give power fore barely any cooperation n all

anyways Magical Earth!4 for yall :3 maybe if yall ask me nicely, I'll show off 3 better too, though I might change his design a bit cuz there's a few things I don't like about it oof

[even-disco-baby]

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “You’re pretty good with that boy, Cuno.” She says it thoughtfully, as though she’s turning this fact over in her mind as she works at the tangled net in her lap. The sea is a soft roar over the horizon, and the world is tinged a dusky blue.

“Really? It doesn’t feel like I am. He still calls me anything but my name. Usually a slur.”

“It’s tough love, Lilienne, that’s all. A kid like that needs discipline.”

“He’s not that hard to deal with. He just wants somebody to play along with him. That’s all any kid wants.”

“He was good to me first.”

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — She arches an eyebrow. “Really now…”

DRAMA — She isn’t doubtful, sire. Just surprised.

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “Well, I hope you’ll keep on being good to each other, then. The kid certainly needs it.”

EMPATHY — And so do you, she thinks.

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “You seem good with the young people around here in general,” she muses. “Cuno, those kids at the church, Lily and the boys… You said you used to be a teacher, didn’t you? Maybe that’s why.”

PAIN THRESHOLD — A familiar ache squeezes your lungs. The same ache that drove you to become a teacher in the first place. An incalculable and long forgotten loss.

INLAND EMPIRE — Don’t follow this thread any further. Let it unravel.

“Yeah, that’s probably it.”

“No, there’s something else… Lost children, a lost Indotribe…” [Follow the thread.]

“I think I wanted to be a father, once.” [Change the subject.]

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — She pauses her work, strands of the net wrapped loosely around her fingers, but does not look up. “…Oh?”

ELECTROCHEMISTRY — Hey, it’s never too late! Now’s your chance to give fatherhood a shot!

“Any chance *we* could make it happen?” [Give her the finger guns.]

“I wonder why I did…”

“It was a stupid thing to want.”

“I still do.”

“I guess it never worked out.”

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “Hm…” She goes back to her work, slowly and carefully. “Why not?”

“I don’t know. Can’t remember.”

“In *this* economy?”

“Things never lined up right, I guess.”

“I bet it was *her* fault. She ruined my chances forever.”

“Too poor and drunk and sad.”

“I’d never want to inflict myself on a child.”

“Just look at me.”

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — She does look at you. There is no pity or disgust or whatever other terrible thing you expected in her gaze. Just a quiet acknowledgment.

EMPATHY — To her, you look just like a father she once knew. This only makes her more inclined to agree with you.

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “…When I first got pregnant with the boys,” she says quietly, returning to her work, “I was uneasy. Wondered if it was… right to bring them into this world. Into *our* arms…”

PAIN THRESHOLD — A rare pang wracks her. She does not like to think about these things.

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “I never did decide one way or another. I just knew what I wanted, and so I went ahead with it. *We* went ahead with it. And then again with Lily, even though…”

EMPATHY — Even though at heart she knew, by then, how it would all end.

SHIVERS — Five years ago, a man stands on the boardwalk where the corpse of a different drunken husband will one day be discovered. Bottle still clutched tightly in his hand, he fights the urge to throw himself into the dark water. He wins the battle today, but he will ultimately lose the war.

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “However things turned out for you, I’m sure you had your reasons.” She sighs, and cuts a strand of the net with the tip of her knife, then ties it back together. “Though that probably sounds shallow, coming from me.”

“A little, yeah.”

“Not at all.”

“Can I ask you something?”

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “Go ahead.”

“Do you regret having kids?”

“Uh… never mind.”

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — She smiles, and there’s an uncharacteristic sadness in the lines around her eyes.

“No,” she says softly. “Never once.”

EMPATHY — She wonders if this is proof of her own selfishness.

It isn’t the children she regrets. It’s the world that she brought them into.

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “Now that they’re here, all we can do is love them. And you’ve got plenty of love in you for the children, it seems. That’s more than a lot of fathers could say…” She sighs, her eyes shadowed and sunken. “Oh, I don’t know what I’m trying to say anymore.”

DRAMA — But you know what *you* would like to say, sire. Go ahead. Now’s your moment!

REACTION SPEED — No, it really isn’t. Please don’t push your luck.

“Lilienne…”

Don’t push your luck.

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — She turns to you, expression inscrutable with the light of the setting sun behind her. “Yes?”

“Do you think *we* could ever… try again?”

“Do you think you could ever see *me* as… a father?”

“Do you think there’s any hope in this world for any of us?”

“Do you think the children will ever forgive us?”

“Do you think I’m… a good man?”

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — She looks at you, her chin no longer held high, a tired slump in her shoulders and something searching in her eye. Her hands are all tangled in webs of fragile knots.

“I think…” she says slowly, evenly, “you’re looking for something that I can’t give you.”

-1 MORALE

“Okay. Well. Khm. Right.”

“What the hell does *that* mean?”

“That’s not really what I asked…”

Say nothing.

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “I know what you’re asking,” Lilienne says frankly. “I’m just not so sure that *you* do…”

EMPATHY — For love.

RHETORIC — For vindication.

INLAND EMPIRE — For a lifeline.

VOLITION — For a future.

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — Lilienne sighs, watching the twins in the distance, starting the long march home from the beach before dark. “At some point, Harry, you’re going to have to be okay with your life.”

SHIVERS — You have twenty two years left to reach that point.

[ribbononline]

Away from home for a week or two so im trying to relearn how to draw on iPad. And what better way then how I learned it all those years ago, ponies,

[sundaynightlive]

The Divine Comedy is making a mess of me

[jestroer]

Can Scar please please please please team up with someone this week. Anyone. Please, I don't want the repetition of Last life. He is going to die alone again please