#I should try to sleep

[missgenoard]

My boyfriend of almost 3 years broke up with me tonight and I'm a fucking mess

There was hostility from my brother towards him and he wanted to remove himself from the equation to protect me because he DOES love me but STILL.

I'm in fucking pieces and I don't know how I'm going to go to work tomorrow

[queen-of-obsessing]

I wanna write my blorbos from my original wip but its 4 in the morning and I'm too lazy to drag out my computer so y'all getting it here...it's so out of context lol

tw for violence, PTSD, general depressing vibes

The nightmares were getting worse. Since arriving at the old cottage, James had struggled to sleep. Something about the peaceful silence of the woods only made his mind torment him more. Every night it was different. Das getting stabbed in the throat, Evelyn getting beheaded. Every night it was a new horror, memories of battles gone by contorted by fear.

But here in a comfy twin sized bed, with the bay window overlooking moonlit trees, and the tranquil buzzing of fireflies, a new nightmare awaited him.

This one wasn't particularly terrifying, at least  not at first. James was walking down the hallway of Evelyn's castle, a drink in hand, as he always did, on his way to find David somewhere in the maze of hallways. He wanted to tell him something, and searched for him in all the many rooms, until he came to his own.

By all rights it looked the same as it always did before he ended his engagement and left - same bed with the orange quilt, same curtains, and same full body mirror positioned by the closet.

It was in this mirror where he caught sight of himself, and it was enough to freeze his blood. His skin, artifically pale by powder, his lips tinted. The exhaustion and pain. It was him as a slave. He would know that face anywhere, but hardly recognized it as his own. It felt like a century ago since he was a slave to an evil queen, and the pallor of face powder was all he had known.

He tried to wash it off. He grabbed a washbasin and scrubbed furiously, a desperate attempt to cleanse himself of it. Bit it would not wash off. It was a tattoo, embeded into him. Her cruelty, a stain on his soul.

He woke up screaming.

David whipped his head from the window. He had been sitting there all night, watching James as he slept. He knew he shouldn't have, but he knew how hard it was for his friend to find rest. David knew it acutely because he couldn't either. The past haunted him, too.

So, when James awoke in a cold sweat, crying out with a pain that squeezed David's chest so tightly he feared it may it may explode, he already knew what happened, and rushed to his side.

"James?" He whispered, clutching his shoulder.

His friend was distraught, pale even in the  moonlight, reflecting the tears on his cheeks. "It was - I was -" he tried to explain, but couldn't. The panic was all consuming.

"I know, it's alright," David said, pulling his shaking form to himself. "You're okay." He stretched an arm across his chest, holding him to him, and resting his cheek atop his messy red hair. "I'm here."

James could still see his lifeless face in his mind's eye every time he shut his eyes, but against David's chest, hearing the steady sound of his heartbeat, the fear began to subside. "Is it still gone?" He whispered, gripping David's arm that was pressed across him.

David knew exactly what he meant, and reached for his wrist, lightly tracing the area where his slave number was once tattooed into his skin, before they asked Victor to medically remove it. "It's gone," he confirmed. "You're safe now. She's dead, remember?"

James shut his eyes once more, listening to the sound of his voice. He would know it anywhere, even if the world was ending, and he had lost all sense of sight or sound, he would still know it. Feel it as he felt it now, vibrating his chest and filling his bones. His lips on his hair, breathing slowly and steadily.

Despite David being his safe haven, as he always is, James still felt the need to explain himself. You can't just wake up in the middle of the night screaming and not explain. "It was another dream," he attempted, despite how his chest tightened at the thought of it. "I dreamt I was..."

"You don't need to explain," David said, firmly. "Don't force yourself to."

He lifted his head slightly. "But I woke you up-"

His friend shook his head. "Don't. I was already awake."

James glanced away, still tucked into his arms. He hated what he was going to ask but knew he had to. "Can you stay?" He hated how small his voice sounded, how desperate. He hated David knowing that the mere idea of him leaving his side made him irrationally angry, not after he rejected him just two weeks prior. But a lot can change in two weeks, and it had for him. He knew how he felt, he was just terrified to admit it, and even now asking him to stay, he was still terrified. But David being David, he somehow managed to wrap around his fear and stifle it so that all he felt was a calm peace. It had been that way from the start.

"Always," was all he said.

James was in awe of its simplicity.

[hecckyeah]

yeah i probably shouldn't drink an entire iced latte at 6pm. it is 2am. eyes stinging. brain playing the cuban shuffle on repeat and browsing laptops that are way out of my budget at the moment. i just want to sleep. help.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

typical tavern scene

[scrapimmortal]

in the end fascism won't win because we won't let it

[justabrokendoll]

Its after 2am 😅✌️

[thevillagequeer]

:/

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: ↳ "So was I. I was angry, just like you. I led us across this bridge, thinking things could change. If I hadn't… your parents would still be alive. I know you wanna hurt the topsiders for what they've done to us. But who are you willing to lose? Mylo? Claggor? Powder? Nobody wins in war, Vi."

[eclysia]

from what im understanding.. my medicine makes my pain last longer but hurt less. going cold turkey makes it hurt much, much more, but it lasts for a shorter amount of time. <:/

[maskedchip]

always accessorize ✨✨

[sunflowersinheaven]

another wip, that i wont be able to finish for a while

[tommybuckleykinard]

[somegrumpynerd]

Random hcs that have been on my mind for the past couple days: now in doodle format!

Text for each drawing written out under the cut in case it's not clear or anyone wants to translate it!

(1) <- Somehow soft?? <-Sometimes makes a comforting hum/rumble <-Holding for support

(2) <-Walks so quietly everywhere he goes <-Is about to meet god

(3) <-Can't see well in the dark (no eyelights) <-Can't help himself

(4) <-Thinks Color will turn Killer against him and convince him to run away

(5) <-Thinks Nightmare is using them all for the negativity and has brainwashed Killer into liking it

(6) <-Thinks if he runs and jumps at Cross as fast as he can Cross will lift him and it'll look so cool

[stiffyck]

Guys why aren't we making Scar a red panda hybrid

[vinceaddams]

17th century gloves are. very good.

[triangular-static]

look i understand if people just don't like the idea of billford, i think we have a different internal concept of what shipping means (they're not good for each other at all but i need to dissect their dynamic like a bug. you understand. it's fun) but it's fine to avoid things you don't like, good for you genuinely

however people saying they like. don't see it. like. i'm not saying there's no platonic way to read it, i'm aroace spec myself i'm all for reading things in different ways. but i do think saying they weren't partners in any queer sense at all is trying too hard to go against what the narrative is trying to say, or missing it. somehow

anyway media literacy time if a character makes a joke like this

and the previous context of that joke within the show is that it's about an ex wife. what connection do you think the text is trying to get you to make.

and that's just from a writing point of view. not even noting that from an in universe perspective ford likely knows the joke from the same source as stan. and is therefore. placing himself in that role of the joke are you seeing where i'm coming from

(not to mention bill's side of this text which is. extremely manipulative but also does not read very platonic. again, it can technically be read as platonic! bill literally can manipulate ford's feelings. but the specific wording used is very much meant to look like possessive ex partner wording whether the character means it that way or not. it's coding. look again i'm not saying it was good for them i'm just saying there was something there.)

and then there's also the divorce/break up/rock bottom input on the website. like. how else is that supposed to be read. and the corresponding page in the book itself.

the language being used here. like yes he's saying it in a joking way but then there's the other side that isn't joking which is him crying at the bar. it's the both sides (the very coded language on top of the very genuine emotions and dynamic beneath)

i know most of us are on the same page with this i've just seen a couple people saying they don't see it when this is some of the most clear cut coding i've ever seen. and these are just the things that explicitly reference a relationship off the top of my head i'm not even including the general vibes of Everything

tl;dr it's barely even subtext anymore it's all but straight up text. what's not clicking have we forgotten what coding is (lighthearted i just enjoy the phrase what's not clicking. what's not clicking)