#dont mind me

[fluffyselfships]

I MISS MY WIFE TAILS,,

the struggles of having an f/o that only shows up for one episode aeujddjjdhdohhcarughhc im dyingg scoob

[vivitheanimaxen]

Tango couldn't remember the last time he slept.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd worked on a redstone project either.

That was irrelevant! He was perfectly fine. There was a reason he was down by Gem's docks. Right?

"Tango?"

Speak of the devil and she shall appear! That was Gem herself, pulling Tango around. He didn't want to, there was something about the--

"Tango. Tango, hey." Gem forced him to meet her eyes, "Don't tell me you've been possessed again. After last time? C'mon man, you said you'd. . . do. . ."

Tango didn't know what Gem was talking about. He wasn't possessed. Tango knew what that felt like and that wasn't this.

Gem got an odd look in her eye, before latching her hand around his wrist and dragging him back up the path towards his house. But--

That wasn't home anymore.

Not when his place was down by the water-- in the water-- he was waiting for someone to come back--

"No-- Tango-! Ugh." Gem planted herself between Tango and the mists over the water-- the place where he had promised to be.

Tango found himself sitting at the edge of the dock. There was something tied around his wrist, but he didn't mind. The tips of his boots were dragging in the foam.

"Tango, homie-buddie. It's freezing out here, you should come inside." Skizz had rested a hand on Tango's shoulder.

"Can't you hear it?" Tango asked, breathless as it came back.

The song was promising him the answers to everything. He just had to be here to hear it. To decipher it's song.

"Hear what?"

Tango was fighting against the pull of hands, trying to take him away. His friends-- not friends anymore-- they wanted to take the music for themselves-- "I promised! I promised--"

His mouth was full of the taste of blood. Blood and cotton and he couldn't hear the rush of the waves anymore. He was too warm. There were voices nearby.

"How is he?" Oh, Tango recognized that voice, that was Xisuma.

"Still unresponsive. Is Ren-?" That sounded like Impulse.

"The same way."

Impulse sighed, "He's too quiet. Tango's never been this quiet."

"I'm listening." Tango had to listen otherwise he might miss the music.

He couldn't remember who the music went to, but-- It was someone he needed to be there for. How long had it been? He needed to get back to the water.

Tango was on his feet, trying to push past the arms holding him back. There was a snarl pooling on his tongue, frustration sparking deep in his bones. He needed to get back to the water.

He yelped as someone slammed into his back, knocking Tango off his feet and into the grass. He writhed, kicking, his tail lashing and sparking as he struggled to get free. There was nothing in his inventory. He had nothing but his hands and his fire and the grass around him and they were closing in--

Tango was floating in the bay, Gem's conduit letting him breathe like he should be able to. His heartbeat was pounding in his ears, his fire was sputtering, angry about being underwater.

Well too bad fire, cause Tango was right where he was supposed to be.

As evidenced by who was in front of him.

The someone, the who he'd promised to be there for when he returned.

The song wrapped around him like a blanket, smothering the chill from the sea and guiding Tango close. He didn't quite remember where he'd met them before but he knew that this was the right thing.

Until he was out of the conduit's range.

Until the water that was so welcoming before now choked at his air and bit at his warmth.

Until the song that'd promised him everything suddenly disappeared.

A hand hauled Tango out of the water by the back of his shirt, dumping him in a sopping heap on the sand. He spit up half the ocean by the time he was able to breathe again.

He was hearing words, but he couldn't figure out what Skizz was saying. Or Impulse for that matter. The music was gone though.

It had abandoned him and now?

Tango didn't know what to do next.

[thatgothsamurai]

[crystalmagpie447]

hueehegehjehj

sm iles evilly

[pezhead]

I like to think Donbot is still a teen on the inside~

[izu]

johnny cage you are So

[momotonescreaming]

Things have been charged between Steve and Eddie for a while. Wandering eyes, lingering hands, catching the other looking out of the corner of their eye. Comments just on the verge between flirty and friendly. Not so secret hints about sexualities.

They're in Eddie's trailer one evening, eating dinner, watching movies. Touching just because they can, sneaking glances. The air is electric between them.

Steve catches Eddie's glaze dropping down to his lips. And then they're kissing. It's deep, and heated, and wet. With lips and tongues and teeth and fuck Steve's good at this.

Hands pulling at shirts, tugging at waistbands. Desperately seeking the warmth of the others skin.

It's everything. Eddie wants it. He doesn't know how much he can take. How much Steve is willing to give. How much he actually wants.

So he mentions something about keeping it casual, said between groans and presses of lips. And then the pressure's gone. He opens his eyes to find Steve pulling back, tucking his polo back into his jeans. Smoothing down his hair.

What.

And Steve says no. He can't do casual anymore and he thought Eddie knew that. He told Eddie that he was sick of hook ups, and one night stands, and meaningless sex. He was sick of being used for sex. Being wanted for his body, because he was hot, because he was good in bed - and nothing else. That Steve wanted more. He thought this was more with Eddie. That it was the beginning of something new. An actual relationship.

And then he's leaving. Grabbing his keys and heading out of the trailer. Eddie doesn't get a chance to say anything before he hears the roar of the beemer's engine tear out of Forest Hills.

[kineux]

gotta be soft launching us, the matching profile pictures and everything..

[leviismybby]

I always think about gossip going on in the Survey Corps about Levi and his love life.

Levi would overhear someone saying something like "He doesn't even smile, he has zero charisma, I doubt that he has anyone waiting for him at night." Some soldiers talk next to him, he pretends to ignore it. "Captain Levi is a professional, he doesn't have time for distractions." Another soldier adds.

Meanwhile, Levi looks over at your table as you try to find a comfortable position to sit in because he blew your back out last night...

[holleighgram]

[stiffyck]

The life series but they're all bugs.... They're all tiny....

[biancalattei]

afternoon kiss

[rottmnt-residuum]

donnie after he gets saved and everythings over: just for the record i had a hand shoved in my brain while i was still conscious so keep that in mind

leo: keep it in mind? like the hand?

(this is so stupid but i just randomly thought of it-)

[house-of-mirrors]

Positive post: I like math, it's cool and useful! The culture of blindly hating math is a problem in an increasingly anti-intellectual society. We need some revisions to the way it's taught to make it more accessible and relevant. In fact, an entire branch of science isn't arcane devil magic!

Comment on tumblr "how dare you say we piss on the poor" dot com: you weren't talking to me but this is ableist because some people have dyscalculia

Record scratch.

Every single post I've seen about enjoying math inevitably has at least one comment like this and it entirely misses the point on multiple levels. Would you say reading and literacy is ableist because some people have dyslexia? No, so leave math alone.

Not everyone can do higher dimensional calculus, but not everyone can read middle English or carve a marble statue either. The experts in each field find great beauty in what they study. Isn't the human spirit of exploration and creativity great?

Like... I use a cane, are athletes ableist because not everyone can participate? I have food allergies, is the dairy industry ableist? Is the sun itself ableist because I get migraines? My hands shake and make it impossible to create precise lines and painful to hold an instrument for more than one minute, is the entire field of visual arts and the community around artists ableist?

The rhythms of calculus and physics are as beautiful as a symphony or a poem or a painting, get out of my house

[crystalmagpie447]

LI KE LIKESUNFLOWERR GET IT DONT KILLMEPLEASE

HEAD INHANDS THESE ARE SO SILLY BUTI WANTED TO MAKE CARD THINGIES AHAUSGYRVBWHDFUYVEBHFIJE IM NO T LATE ITS NOT MIDNIGHT EEEHEHEHEHEE HAPPY VALENTINES DAY

[clopinasworld]

he's such a third wheel