#I hope you never see this

[starlonga]

[persuasivestrawberryafternoons]

The Love Missive

I was a missive

Maybe not one full of love

But also not necessarily filled with only kindness

And I was packed like all missives should be

Lightly folded and clutched tight

And neatly addressed in calligraphy

Though fully unaware that the name wasn’t your’s

Your velvet gloved hands ripped through my enveloped

And everything I held concealed

came gushing out

in ink spilled and tear stained parchment

and for a moment 

I was a love letter 

But you were a candle 

 wide brimmed and waxy

lit aflame 

and resting on a metal plate

On a wooden desk

at midnight 

eager and melting

and forever looking away

And as your flames licked the edges

 I curled and gave in anyway

thinking this was our intention

this private correspondence 

But as my pages melted to embers

and my prose into ash

I didn’t realized you consumed me

only in your pleasure

And I was

a letter addressed

 not to you

But will now never see

its receiver 

[crashurcar]

i hate the fact that i still think about you all the time, even after 2 years… if you taught me anything it’s how much i can care for someone. /:

[croissanteater5000]

i want to write more

and it would all be theirs as i am theirs

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[novelconcepts]

I Saw the TV Glow is such a uniquely, devastatingly queer story. Two queer kids trapped in suburbia. Both of them sensing something isn’t quite right with their lives. Both of them knowing that wrongness could kill them. One of them getting out, trying on new names, new places, new ways of being. Trying to claw her way to fully understanding herself, trying to grasp the true reality of her existence. Succeeding. Going back to help the other, to try so desperately to rescue an old friend, to show the path forward. Being called crazy. Because, to someone who hasn’t gotten out, even trying seems crazy. Feels crazy. Looks, on the surface, like dying.

And to have that other queer kid be so terrified of the internal revolution that is accepting himself that he inadvertently stays buried. Stays in a situation that will suffocate him. Choke the life out of him. Choke the joy out of him. Have him so terrified of possibly being crazy that he, instead, lives with a repression so extreme, it quite literally is killing him. And still, still, he apologizes for it. Apologizes over and over and over, to people who don’t see him. Who never have. Who never will. Because it’s better than being crazy. Because it’s safer than digging his way out. Killing the image everyone sees to rise again as something free and true and authentic. My god. My god, this movie. It shattered me.

[mizcod]

Glimpse

You have to understand how unimaginable the pain of being seen by you is, don't you? Not in that I mean I don't want to be seen by your eyes, but to be seen by someone who, more than any other, I want to be seen by yet who has fled from me is as a sinner being shown the shutting pearl-way to paradise. It is a cruelty as unintentional and unknowing as cosmic happenstance. Like succumbing to a first-of-it's-kind illness. But of course it means the world to have been seen by you, even if only in your vision I am a scene, a memory or something more ephemeral still clinging to dust. Of all the looks cast upon me, one in eight billion souls, two eyes amongst six hundred million in this land, for it to be yours is more the worse than having never been seen at all. Because maybe then I'd be waiting still to be seen by one who sees me how I see you and not one who's seen me how you now see I.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji goes to Lotus Pier (No relation to the AU of the same name)

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[inklore]

i’ll just be having a normal night and then i remember how the first time colin kissed pen you can hear him panting into her mouth and then i’ll remember how every time he’s near her after that he can barely breathe or you can hear his heart pounding and then i’ll remember how he couldn’t even tell her his feelings during the ball because he literally could not breathe with her right there in front of him like she was stealing all his air again and the way he looks down at her mouth was like he so desperately wanted her to make his head stop spinning and fill his lungs with her because she’s consumed him and then i’ll remember–

[egophiliac]

What do you think of Rook's savanaclaw card? <333

I didn't get him (and I need to save my keys for Silver's birthday, sob) so I looked up his groovy, and I'm not over how incredibly dramatic and epic and cool it looks in direct contrast to the absolutely ridiculous context. just look at that dynamic action and his majestic sparkling tears and keep in mind that this is pretty much right after a bunch of characters have been dance battling for his soul.

and then even the actual moment of the groovy is just like

this is NOT a negative in the slightest, I love it all, this truly was an incredible update in so many ways

[juicedaloe]

me and my gf :3 (she is made of water)

[milkywayes]

GARRUS VAKARIAN: DATABASE IMAGE ACCESS. > PT. 1 : 2160, 2166, 2170. > all files backdated according to user preferences: (terran_coordinated.calendar).

[datkat08]

Zoro never cared for bath time… until bath time meant getting his head massaged by a certain cook’s masterful hands.

The first time it was done out of annoyance and an attempt to show the marimo how to wash his hair properly, but that effort seemed to go to waste considering that Sanji washes his mossy hair every time now.

Somewhere along the line it became a ritual; Zoro sits in the bath and Sanji settles in behind him and gets to work. Zoro actively looks forward to it at this point. Sanji swears Zoro acts more relaxed these days. Not that he has any complaints about it, it’s actually quite nice. It also means that Zoro bathes more often, thank god.

It started as hair washing, but eventually Sanji finds himself gently rubbing the mosshead’s temples and massaging circles into the back of his neck. He knows very well the importance of muscle care, especially with the flexibility required for his own combat style. He trusts that Zoro has his own regimen, but he figures it couldn’t hurt.

For Zoro’s part, the simple action means more to him than the curlybrow probably realizes. As a silent thank you, he stays after dinner each night and helps the cook wash the dishes. And Sanji understands. Because they know each other better than anyone, so they don’t need words.

[killjoy-prince]

House M.D. but it's when Wilson says House's name

[cerubean]

somewhere deep in the forest...

[crustycrackhead]

Gideon always liked the way Kremy looked when he smoked, but like in an ironic way, of course. Noticed how the burning embers perfectly reflecting in his golden eyes, Gideon Nathaniel Coal, was never a man of flowery poetry… but for Kremy, his buddy ol’ pal, he can’t help but think he’s as beautiful as a sunset in autumn.

Kremy and Gideon make me miserable and sad and I cry at nights for them— I don’t need them to have sex, I need them to be like… okay 😭, like damn, bitches can never win, I hate them, I hate them (I love them but they make me suffer)

Also this drawing started because I was inspired by this one author on AO3: Never_Eat_Sour_Wheat, @pedal-mail , I love their writing sm! They inspired me to draw this lil Drabble lol 🚶🚶🚶