#It's been a Week

[andy-clutterbuck]

Rick Grimes - The Ones Who Live

[rheakira]

Yue's State Of Mind

[wahgifs]

good job. love in the air episode 2

[nighttimenothings]

in that type of mood to punch it out at the gym until i'm sweating and panting and aching all over. arms throbbing in time with my heartbeat, breaths heaving out.

i'd get home to take a shower and my girl would sneak in too. just the two of us under the spray, pressing our foreheads together, just feeling our bodies against one another. we're not doing anything, but the intimacy is everything. it's knowing you're here, that you'll be here on both the good and bad days.

we'll migrate to our bed after we've dried off at some point. damp and flushed and sore, i'd curl up around you, kissing the nape of your neck before we drift off into a well deserved nap.

[diver5ion]

wtf.

[happybird16]

In seven days, a silent yearn,

Your absence felt, a gentle burn.

Heartache whispers in time's wake,

A week without you, my soul does ache.

[slow-burn-sally]

I think one of the most frustrating things about being neurodivergent, for me anyway, is the inconsistency. My whole life, I've vacillated back and forth between seeing myself as an intelligent, popular, well loved person, and then I'll lose my drivers' license, say something hurtful, forget to pay a bill, or send an email at work to seven other people that completely exposes me as the world's largest moron, and I think "I can't be intelligent. In fact, I must be very stupid." I mean, what else am I supposed to think? All my life, people who do things like this are considered less intelligent, so that's the only template I have.

The thing is, half of me is very clever, hilariously funny, charming, and organized. Have of me is also clumsy, forgetful, socially inept, moody, and the worst, most horrible troll that ever lurked, pustule-covered, under a darkened bridge.

These two people are always inside me, waiting to assert themselves. Just at the moment when I truly believe that I've hacked this AuDHD thing, when I'm really riding high on that wave of success. When I remember everything I'm supposed to, and remember to get gas, and pay the internet bill on time, the Other One pokes it's head up, and then I'm a fucking mess.

Yesterday, I got home from a great day at work, where I'd contributed, and worked well with my team, and correctly answered oh so many questions. Then opened my mail, found out I was being sued for a car accident I'd been involved in due to distracted driving from 2 years ago. I look at the paperwork for roughly 5 minutes, the adrenaline allowing me to actually read it (not possible if I wasn't losing my shit with fear), but it doesn't make any sense, because it's purposefully obtuse legal language. I walk into the kitchen, freaking out silently, intending to test my roommate's chili, (because, when you find out you're being sued, the next thing you should do is eat) and drop the spoon on the floor, causing the tomato sauce to splat across the tiles. I proceed have a total meltdown where I begin sobbing, and yelling at my roommate not to come near me, not to even look at me, while I hyperventilate and spray the floor with disinfectant. I go from Self Contained Adult to Panicky Child in .2 seconds.

I am such a badass, and so in control of everything, and then I'm an irrational mess who sometimes hits herself out of frustration, and who can't add numbers higher than 12 + 12. I have tons of friends, lots of mutuals. I enjoy hobbies. I love my job. I love my roommate. I am absolutely privileged and blessed to live the life I live, but fuck, man, I wish I could just have it stay on the easier path for longer. Why is it always so inconsistent?

[beemovieerotica]

my brother what are you on painkillers for

i had kidney surgery last tuesday and im pissing blood

[silverlombaxwitch]

Sir, that's my emotional weirdo owl found family <3✨🦉

[thatsgoodsquishy0]

tagged by: @fangbangerghoul. Thank you for reminding me I actually wrote something <3

Snippet from Chapter 3 of tialtngo

You sharply inhale and before you could talk yourself away, you grabbed the door handle and swung it open. Sam’s knuckle barely met your forehead, and you gasped softly, as if interrupting an almost third knock. Akila’s sun hid behind the clouds of morning, outlining the Ranger coolily as he lowered his fist. He gently tipped his head, sheltered by his cowboy hat. His hair wafted a few inches above his shoulders against the soft breeze as he offered a cordial smile, and you wondered, how long has he been awake?

“Mornin’, ma’am.”

“Morning, sir.”

He shook his head. “It’s just Sam. Remember?”

You did. You remembered as soon as the word left your lips. “Sorry. Just a habit.”

“Well, I ain’t gonna arrest ya for it.”

Shielding yourself between the door and the outside world, you nodded slower than you'd meant to. You sensed the shift --- how the wind simmered with whispers of the public poking holes through your disguise. Their leers of suspicion amplifying the bundle of nerves quivering your insides. You imagined an angry mob, but not with pitch forks and torches. They'd carry questions, demand answers, and all your responses would be laced with the same sense of dread you'd exhibited the first night they ransacked your home.

No, no. Breathe. You were on Akila, not Nesoi. Things were different here. You had a chance.

"You alright, miss?"

"Fine. I'm fine," you replied, hastily closing and locking the door behind you, pushing yourself out into society. Your heart thundered in your chest as the sun dawdled away from the clouds, bathing you in an uncomfortable warmth. You faced the Ranger, wishing he'd stop prying as you braced yourself for the walk to your check-up. "Let's go."

[tillthelandslide]

Imagine how happy the Ross girlies would be everytime gf you posted a picture of him on your story or socials... Imagine he's JUST caught in the video, like his hand or arm and you can see his tatts and the girlies go crazy (because you know us, we do that as soon as we get so much as a glimpse) and they love you for it and they're constantly in your dms asking you how he is and asking for pictures because they miss him during the hiatus

And imagine how cute it would be if it worked the other way round too, like the fans get so happy when they see you in his stories (on the rare occasion he posts) and your phone just blows up with love and I- 🥹🥹

[bluesmuses]

you ever wish you could just go into identity protection and disappear into a whole new life situation to try to actually live for yourself instead of the responsibilities of your own family

and the worst part is i fully recognize my trapped circumstances but still do it because i have too much compassion and understanding and i cannot afford any forms of escaping this anyway so sure why not it's just how it is. stress. everybody's got it. especially people who aren't selfish. hahaha

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

the point ive reached in my french studies

[batrogers]

"You Weren't Supposed To Get Hurt"

Febuwhump, Day 13. Vio/Shadow, mid-game. Betrayal.

Rating T for mild references to mature themes.

It wasn’t the first time Vio had gotten up from someone’s bed intending to murder them, but it was the first time the person had been... so shy, he supposed.

Yes, Shadow was shy Vio thought, and the idea still kind of stunned him to silence to think it. How anyone had copied them and produced someone like that, he would never understand. But the simple fact remained:

Shadow had tried to kill his brothers, and Vio would never put anyone’s life over theirs.

The main room Shadow used for – most everything, really – was just upstairs from the room he’d claimed for his bed. They’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms, and Vio had woken when he intended, around midnight, to a dead asleep companion still pressed to his chest. He’d excused himself and dressed and come up here, to the quiet room with its chairs and still fireplace, and the open walls...

Against the wall, not far from the steep drop to the world below, there was the mirror.

Vio considered the mirror without much feeling. It was, according to Shadow, the means by which he’d entered the world. The means by which he would return, if his body were killed. But if the mirror were to be destroyed, he would be nothing.

Just the absence of light on the ground at his feet once more.

Vio considered it, but truthfully he felt nothing. Shadow had been kinder than a lot of people they’d known over the past few years, but kisses and touch and sharing a bed was something he could get anywhere. Shadow meant nothing to him.

He hefted a shovel from the fireplace tools he’d grabbed on his way over, and regretted a little losing someone who was at least good at kissing as he braced to swing: one strike was all he’d get.

His reflection swam in his vision, and Shadow lunged out and grabbed his arm. His grip was hard enough on his wrist Vio felt the bone break in his grip, and the iron shovel fell from his grip. He bit his lip not to cry out, but the pain was still enough to send him to his knees.

Shadow, pale and angry and wearing only a white undershirt – like him – snarled and twisted his hand again until Vio gasped in pain.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he hissed. “How dare you – I trusted you!”

Vio didn’t respond. He grit his teeth and turned to catch those angry, deep violet eyes in a face so like his own (exactly like his own) and smiled.

“I told you,” Vio said. “You’re nothing like us, and you never will be.”

Shadow’s breath hissed through his teeth. “You dare... I hate you. How dare you make me –“ He released his hand, only to seize his hair instead and drag Vio to his feet, turning him to pin his uninjured arm behind his back. His voice broke on ragged breaths.

“I hate you,” Shadow said again, and the words were thick with emotions Vio didn’t think he could remember of his own. “You weren’t supposed to get hurt, too.”

Vio turned to look at his shaken face, incredulous. “Well. That’s your loss, now isn’t it?”

[unexpectedstormy]

Hi! how are you?

Hi. Not too bad. Recovering from a week of studying, a meltdown, headache and a midterm (went fine this morning). Got to meet my brother's new girlfriend so that was nice. I told myself I could take the rest of the day off of schoolwork. Probably will go to the grocery store. Might go to goodwill and look for a new sweater that isn't black.

[emlovessid]

hello i have returned from the dead (five days working and camping in the torrential rain)