#beautifully damaged

[l0st-l0v3r]

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[uncanny-tranny]

I think some people have this idea that the goal of recovery is to be perfectly normal, perfectly whole...

...But at least for me, I will never be normal, and I have to make peace with that. It used to sting, to know that I was impacted so young that I do not know what feeling like a whole, undamaged person is like, and I never will. But I've started to grow around that. I will always grieve my lost self, I think, but I know I can still live a full life.

The goal should not inherently be reaching normalcy. It should be comfort and safety. I know I may never feel undamaged, and still... I yet live.

[merchantarthurn]

i might actually make a list of the wyllstarion fic i've read purely to get a better estimated word count because... lads it's terminal

[withheartsaligned]

"you're not really here, are you?" vej whispers, running his thumb along the other's cheekbone. hermes doesn't respond, doesn't even look at him in the eyes. it's as much of an answer as vej is going to get.

[deanmarywinchester]

burrow’s end REALLY good. the family dynamics are phenomenal and it’s so different from other media with good family dynamics because I love watching the players suss out in real time how their character would react. you can’t get a character saying something and then the actor going “oh fuck did I actually just say that” in real time on a scripted show and I LOVE that you get it here.

[juicyoven]

[c6jpg]

the al haitham situation is kinda funny bc honestly if he started with his current multipliers nobody would be batting much of an eye. they'd just see another not busted (dare I use the term not T0) male dps, groan and roll their eyes a bit, and then move on.

but hyv gave the people a taste of what could have been and now we have this circus so personally I'm

[ghost-toe]

one of the music boxes i inventoried today was missing its spring, its winding lever, and all its controls. it wasn't even screwed into its case. all that was left was the comb and cylinder and governor rattling about loose inside this thing. but it was stuck in the middle of a tune, so we pushed the cylinder forward to the end by hand. something so poetic about hearing this music box play again (likely after decades, judging by the disrepair), even though it was missing most of its parts and would not be able to play on its own

[iinmysights]

I MITH YOU JAYJAY COME BACK FROM WAR!!!!!!!!

IM BACK FROM THE WAR IM BACK IM BACK‼️‼️‼️

[l0st-l0v3r]

Took myself on a date tonight🌙🥀✨

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[austerulous]

◈   @anarkissm said:   ❛ 👀 mei x genji,,,,,,, if you want!! ❜  //  send 👀 for a dirty thought and/or fantasy my muse has had about yours.

They have such a sweet, geeky rapport.  And underneath that, a shared understanding of grief.  It’ll come as no surprise, then, that Mei harbours a gentle fantasy.  One where she touches Genji, every part.  Where she might pull off his hoodie, strip away the layers, to explore him with her fingertips.  How it would feel for him – and for her – to map his ports and plating, the seams between organic and cybernetic.  There are parts of him she can touch to make him feel good, to make his breath hitch, and she sometimes dreams about finding them, kissing them all.

[breitzbachbea]

Martial has written some of the worst things my two braincells ever had to process, but then I think of "nec illi, terra, gravis fueris: non fuit illa tibi" and need a moment to choke back the tears.

[soap-ify]

forever in love with the idea of simon not revealing his face to you because it makes him scared. not because he thinks he is ugly — heck, he is quite confident in his looks. but because showing his face to you would mean being vulnerable, a commitment that makes him shiver internally.

taking his mask off in front of los vaqueros wasn’t a big deal, he was committed to this fight from the beginning. if price trusted these guys, then so did he.

but you. you were different. you were no soldier, just a civilian who had managed to somehow break all the walls he had built over the years. taking his mask off in front of you meant a commitment he had never taken with anyone else. he’d be raw, purely naked in front of you — all the scars and trauma on display. showing you the real simon.

love. that’s what scared him. a feeling he doesn’t believe he had actually ever felt before meeting you. so one night, in a brief moment of bravery, he finally lifted his balaclava up fully and showed you his face.

“you sure you want this damaged dog?” he chuckled bitterly, his voice dying down once he felt the warmth of your hands cupping his face, thumbs tracing the scars that adorned his face. beautifully flawed.

“everytime.” you replied.

simon was quick to kiss you after that, lips pressing against yours as he kissed you with intensifying love, as if wanting to swallow you whole.

commitment — he’ll do it for you.

[hollyrogerbay]

one thing i love about portal 2 is the distinct difference in physicality between wheatley and glados. in the core transfer scene, glados, as she does, moves fluently, smoothly; seductively is a good word to describe it. you know how she is. then after wheatley takes over, despite using the same body, noticeably shifts from "I suggest you take a deep breath. And hold it." to "HARR HARR HARR I'M BLOODY FOCKEN MASSIVE INNIT" and i just love that so much. glados smoothly rotates around like a serpent and wheatley starts spinning circles and bouncing up and down it's just great

additionally:

[ID: Reply from user clareironbrook that reads: "Credit where it's due to Karen Prell - best known for her work with the Muppets, lead animator for Wheatley. /End ID]

i had NO idea! credit where it is ABSOLUTELY due, i didn't even mention Wheatley's facial animation as well but it is beautifully done. all he has is a rotating eye, eyelids, a pupil that can expand or contract and some little handles at the top and bottom of his face, but his animation is still impressively emotive. it's really half of the charm of his dialogue honestly, puppeteering is already such a cool skill and it's even more impressive to do it digitally on this little fuck

ADDITIONAL addition: @meow-moment you're a PART of this post now you are FUCKING Correct

[ID: Reblog from @meow-moment that reads "i love in the scene where he tells you you have "a very minor case of serious brain damage" when his eye pops out a little and his handles flare out and it somehow looks like he's adjusting his glasses nervously]

there are a good few additions to this post I'd love to add to it but this one is like. NECESSARY. that is PRECISELY what that conveys and it's fucking magic how well it works. hats OFF karen prell

[kisscara]

gags* let's write angst (modern au)

notes: chalupa, me vs angst writers, scaramouche not soloing sadly, i'm scaraless, really bad angst, something something [y/n] and scarabae broke up recently in this work-ish. can we even call this angst???, scara pov/dialogue is in purple nd reader and scara and reader aren't talking to one another (written down are the events that happened after reader and scara's break up, say a few months or so. nd wow i write proper notes now??)

"huh? Kunikuzushi... are you serious?" (<- this was makoto lol)

"i'm dead serious, Ei."

...

grace. gracefully. crying over an ex isn't graceful — it's awful. grace, elegance and other words of high praise are what you used to describe him. he seperates himself too easily from those words. he can't be what you say he is, so is that why you don't love him anymore?

he wants you back, even if you told him "you're too much", kunikuzushi yearns for you — not just your praise or just your company.

...

(this bit is confusing; so basically these two, you and scara aren't talking, just,, explaining what they feel nd stuff. so they aren't talking eveybody !! +purple for scara, white/non-colored for reader)

why couldn't i take your words of affection seriously? whenever you say "i love you", i can't help but think that you're only joking.

i was insecure and i didn't know to say how i truly loved you. i was never mad nor unserious, i just didn't know.

whenever you say i should keep talking, it's always like you're being sarcastic. even when you comfort me and tell me i'm lovely as i am, i can't feel like it's for me; like those words are meant for someone else.

i was ignorant of how you felt. i should've talked to you, just like how you did everytime i came home. i dread each minute of that memory, of that argument — i can't walk through my doors without thinking about you, and what i said to you. you were never too much.

i wanna know how you've been and ask you about your day. just like before. you told me that you loved it when i checked up on you, is it still that way? whenever you have someone else ask you about your day just like i did, do you think of me?

i always cared for you, i still do. i wanna hug you everyday after getting up from bed, and care for you when you get sick. i'm sorry, kuni.

i miss you.

pssst everybody !! it's most likely going to be a month since i've written this by the time you'll be seeing it. if theres something like a typo i probably changed it lol -still with you anon

m. Y heart is hruting. whwy msut your hrut me rhis way

[kaciidubs]

Walking in on Roommate! Chan

❣ Summary: Random hard thought of accidentally walking in on your roommate, Chris, while he's masturbating. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 928 ❣ Warnings: Non!Idol AU, Roommate! Chris, fluff, slice of life, slight humor, slight smut; masturbation and being caught, embarrassing moments turned funny ❣  ❣ Gender Neutral! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Chan is referred to as Chris and Channie, mention of Jisung, Felix, Jeongin, and Changbin, barely edited ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣ Pt. 2

You should have knocked - you knew your manners, you knew the sanctity of privacy when living with a roommate, but in all honesty this wasn't your fault.

You'd heard him talking over the phone not too long ago, you could hear the sound of laughter and the mention of Jisung's name which meant it wasn't a serious call.

All you needed was the answer to a question; you just wanted to know if he wanted to host another game night at the apartment for your collective friends.

"Hey, Channie, can I ask-"

Pushing the door open, you were met with the sight of your roommate - your funny, silly, hot, attractive roommate - laid back on his bed with his joggers tugged to his knees and his dick in his fist.

Holy Shit.

His head was tossed back against the headboard of his bed, black hair beautifully messy and pretty lips parted with his tongue poking out between them.

Holy shit.

Emphasis lingered on was, as his head snapped up and the eyes that were once closed were now glued to you standing in the open doorway of his room watching him jack off.

Your name flew from his mouth with a shout, the embarrassed shock on his face was evident, but it all seemed to melt away when his breath caught - gaze faltering with fluttered blinks.

"Fuck- Wait- S-Shit-"

It didn't take you long to realize what was happening, and your hands flew to your face to preserve whatever privacy was left for you both.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Oh my god- I'm so sorry!"

Blinded by the almost painful way you squeezed your eyes shut, and the added weight of your hands, you did your best to block out his panted breaths while navigating your way out of the doorway; slamming your shoulder against the frame as you ran back down the hall.

The door was left open but the damage had already been done, shouting another apology as you swung yourself into your room.

"I'm sorry!"

Two hours.

Two hours of hiding away in your room before the incessant growling of your stomach forced you out into the open - if you could just grab a bag of chips, you would be fine, you could go back to pretending whatever you just saw was a trick of your mind.

However, life seemed to enjoy laughing in your face as you ventured into the kitchen to see Chris already standing there, fingers drumming against the countertop.

Noticing your presence, he stood straight, staring at you as if you were an easily frightened animal - worried that if he moved in the slightest way, he'd scare you off.

"Uh, hey."

Swallowing thickly, you nodded, "Hey."

Normal.

All you needed to do was act normal and push away the mental image of your best friend in the throws of pleasure, the way his face looked or the way his shivering breaths played on loop in the back of your mind.

"I ordered takeout-"

"I'm sorry I saw your dick."

Great.

You smacked your forehead with a loud groan, "I didn't mean to just blurt that out! Oh my fucking god, Chris, I'm so, so sorry - this whole thing is so embarrassing."

The burden of your anguish was curbed by the sound of his high squeaks of laughter, prompting you to peek between your fingers to see him leaning against the counter for support.

"I- It's-" Steadying himself with a deep breath, he looked at you with warm eyes, "It's okay, really - it's my fault for not locking the door, you know? Think of it as payback for me accidentally walking in on you in the shower that one time."

You couldn't help the burst of laughter that rose from the memory, "You were half asleep, that's not the same!"

"So what?! I still walked in - I didn't even think about the steam until you screamed, I almost had a heart attack!"

The mental replay of him jumping like a frightened cat made you laugh harder - to this day you were both still surprised that your neighbors didn't call the cops from how loud you screamed.

Soon the once tense atmosphere was warm and comfortable, familiar, and you found yourself settling back into your usual self.

"Really though," smiling softly, you stepped further into the kitchen and leaned against the opposite side of the island, "I'm sorry, I should've knocked, I heard you talking to Ji earlier and thought you were still free."

Chris waved his hand passively, giving you a dimpled smile, "Like i said, don't worry about it - I've experienced worse, trust me." Mirroring your slouched position, he cocked his head to the side, "Did you want to ask me something, though? I heard you say my name before the whole, you know, incident."

Your eyebrows furrowed for a moment before you gasped, "The game night! I wanted to know if we could do another game night with the guys! Felix and Jeongin asked me about it and I told them I'd ask you when you weren't busy."

"Of course, what?! I've been dying to get back at Changbin for his cheap win at Smash!" A knock at the door interrupted him before he could dive into his plan for revenge and he sprung up, "Let me pay for the food then we can set up a date for it, yeah?"

Nodding happily, you watched as he headed for the front door and let out a sigh of relief, happy that your dynamic remained unphased through the minor slip up.

...Right?

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