#i hate being stuck here with them

[ickypuppi3]

thinking about billy’s mom leaving during the day while he’s at school

like billy waking up as usual and having breakfast with his mom, telling her what he’s gonna do at school that day, asking about what they’re gonna have for dinner together that evening, about going to the beach with her the coming weekend, his mom promising him all this stuff, telling him that yeah they can have ice cream later, strawberry? sure baby, whatever you want, billy’s mom kissing him goodbye, billy thinking she looks a little distant, a little sad but maybe it’s just because her and dad argued again

billy finishing up his day at school, getting on the bus and going home, billy putting his key in the door and realising it’s open already, him thinking that’s kinda weird since neither of his parents are usually home at that time but maybe his mom forgot to lock up that day, billy going to put his backpack in his room and noticing a note on his bedside table telling him that she’s so sorry baby and this isn’t forever, i’ll come get you as soon as i can, i love you, billy and p.s. try to be extra good for your dad, stay out of his way and do what he says, i promise this is for the best

and billy just sits down on his bed and stares at the note until it goes blurry, he goes into his parents room and sees that his mom’s things are gone, he goes to the kitchen to grab the phone before realising he has no number to call

and then he has to sit there and wait for neil to come home, wiping his tears away every two seconds because he knows crying makes his dad angry, just feeling completely and utterly helpless and alone

[ratinthevoid]

why did i believe i can ever come out to her

[dawnthefluffyduck]

Wanted to draw but didn't wanna mess with anything that had pen pressure in it just yet, so here's some ms paint doodles done while I watched a manchild play lethal company

[tomboyyyaoi]

o i wanted to make a post that im honestly not smart enough to actually sit down and think out but i like the way meryls trauma doesnt completely woobify her character but does still affect her, it just feels nice to see a female charcater not be completely reduced to a wet soggy mess bc of trauma but also not to (very unrealistically) just Get Over It i think trigun has a nice balance and its refreshing

[bunnihearted]

📓🖊️🌧️🌫️

[prismatica-the-strange]

Nope, I'm still crying

[deus-and-the-machina]

ngl the worst thing about the xenoblade fandom (which I think is the root cause of a lot of other issues) is that it’s mostly on twitter. I have to subject myself to twitter for any real consistent fan talk or content. legit there's always some new stupid topic of argument ive noticed in the past few weeks on there and its all very silly and frustrating and what im saying is everyone should move to Tumblr. please. for me. 

[hazmatazz]

the worst part of my depression/adhd/whatever is that i love my friends so so much and i want them to be happy but i'm just so tired and anxious and avoidant all the time so i literally cannot respond to Any of them. hell it might not even be my neurodivergency, i had literally One Friend growing up and maybe it's still habit that i can only keep up with one. and i always feel so fucking sad and guilty seeing so many notifications on discord because i love talking to these people, it's just really, really, really hard for me and i'm just so. frustrated

[malikselfindulgence]

Morshid and Marek have a symbiotic relationship except instead of either of them gaining anything useful they r actively pouring toxic chemicals through the other's bloodstream

[loverboybrightsideghost]

i really do love practicing 🎻

[be-good-to-bugs]

im glad i wont have to wait much longer to know how thingd will go but im scared that i might find oyt things will go bad soon

[navramanan]

Why are my early twenties the most atrocious and lonely time ever. I was excited to get out of my hometown and get better. Turns out your past doesnt leave you when you leave the place you grew up in. Some burdens youre forced to carry with you

[bunnihearted]

actually i hate my sisters so much for making me feel like im not allowed to exist in my own home

[bibleofficial]

i love having hong kongers & mainlanders in close contact like literally i’ve these 2 hongkongers in my group project for a class & then i live w 2 mainlanders so ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) i’m learning so much

[bicon-crange]

update on my horrendous situation btw: it is still ongoing and at this point i am considering self sabotage

[fedoraphe]

Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley.

Words: 3,455.

Summary: “Yes, well. Jolly good. Absolutely tickety-boo! I’ll…”

“Tickety-boo?” Crowley raises a brow as Aziraphale starts to skitter sideways, “Angel, where’re you goin’?”

“Nowhere, my dear! I’m just, ah…” His eyes settle much too happily on the more shallow part of the pool. Hopelessly, he squints, missing his glasses, “Ah, ehm… Where are the stairs?”

“Right in front of ya,” Crowley says, leisurely paddling closer, “Can’t miss it.”

Aziraphale’s priding himself so far on the fact that he wasn’t making a fool of himself and twist into unnecessary panic. However, that was until he looked down, indeed. Then he sees the aforementioned stairs, and the glaringly engraved sign at his feet boasting 6ft.

And oh, Saint Mary and Joseph. Fuck this.

OR; Two gays, and a pool. Where romance comes in the most randomly dramatic, and absurdly ridiculous places.

-----------------------x------------------------

“Come on, angel! Water’s not cold, actually!”

To say the least, Aziraphale was terrified.

Crowley spectacularly emerges from the pool with a cheer. Running his hands back his damp hair, illuminated by the sunrays, and it was perhaps the only enticing thing amidst the water going way past his round, and flushed shoulders. The perfect swell, the perfect image. His hand splashes beneath the pool as it fell, and all Aziraphale thinks as he directs a sunny grin at him; Oh, dear.

“Hey. You comin’?”

“Yes. Yes! I just, ah…” He tried not to think how the water would fly up past his neck, right up to his nose. Toeing the wet cobblestone pavement, he tried a smile, “Just, in a jiffy… A moment!”

“Oh, Azi, you needn’t worry. Look,” Crowley jerks a thumb behind him, blessedly unawares, “No ‘no diving’ sign anywhere. Free to jump in however we like,”

One of Crowley’s reassurances of many that he wasn’t breaking rules. He tried to focus on that endearing thought, not how he was absurdly tall and Aziraphale wasn’t, and it colored his smile, “Yes, well. Jolly good. Absolutely tickety-boo! I’ll…”

“Tickety-boo?” Crowley raises a brow as Aziraphale starts to skitter sideways, “Angel, where’re you goin’?”

“Nowhere, my dear! I’m just, ah…” His eyes settle much too happily on the more shallow part of the pool. Hopelessly, he squints, missing his glasses, “Ah, ehm… Where are the stairs?”

“Right infront of ya,” Crowley says, leisurely paddling closer, “Can’t miss it.”

Aziraphale’s priding himself so far on the fact that he wasn’t making a fool of himself and twist into unnecessary panic. However, that was until he looked down, indeed. Then he sees the aforementioned stairs, and the glaringly engraved sign at his feet boasting 6ft.

And oh, Saint Mary and Joseph. Fuck this.

“How do you get down?” He asks, much too quickly, much too alarmed, as his feet start to spur on without warning, and he finds himself running across wet floor and yelling, “Crowley! I must exit. Crowley, where are the other stairs to—”

“Shit, angel, don’t run—!”

Ah, well.

He supposes there wasn’t any better place to perish. He would’ve preferred to be surrounded by his dearest books, but, well. Beggars cannot be choosers.

[ You can read the entire thing on AO3. <3 ]