Devastated about the state of my cat Loki’s health. I just… I don’t see the point in anything if he’s not okay.
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I need to exert myself and beat this overwhelming saddness. I've let it take over me, and I can't do this anymore. It's time to heal.
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Need to clean out my YT subscriptions. There are some really questionable characters that I don’t want to affiliate with, and some YTubers I just don’t watch anymore. I’m also unfollowing Drakinator aka Polyhexian on tumblr. They have good art, but they sent p*rn to a minor. While there isn’t concrete evidence that they are a ped*, I don’t want to take that chance. I hope they just leave the internet, but they keep crawling back. I did leave a comment on one of their videos, and I apologize sincerely for interacting. I will do my best to stay away from problematic creators.
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i hope you feel better soon baby. you deserve it
thank you so much :')
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Marco x Reader vent. CW implied self h*rm.
Marco’s relaxed when you come in. Reclined in his chair, reading a book.
On top of everything that brought you here, you feel guilty for bothering him. For the way he looks up and instantly jumps to his feet, tossing the book aside at the first glimpse of your puffy eyes. Even as he comes to pull you into a hug, the bad feeling pumps through your blood, spreads to every cell in your body. Like it’s refusing to let you get relief from his touch.
“It’s okay, love. I’m here now,” he says softly. One strong arm supports your back, the other holds your head against his chest. You press yourself into him further, warm and solid. “Do you want to talk about it, yoi?”
You shake your head slightly. His hand that was in your hair moves to your arm automatically. When you tense, he reassures you.
“I won’t be mad,” he says gently. You hide your face in his chest as his hand slides up your arm and under your sleeve, fingers brushing the tell-tale scabs. “Oh, love. My baby bird.”
“I’m sorry,” you finally say, voice hoarse. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’m not mad at you,” Marco repeats, squeezing you tight. He kisses the top of your head, almost apologetically. “What do you want me to do? Heal it, or leave it be?”
“Leave it.”
“Okay.” He doesn’t ask you why you didn’t come to him earlier, why you didn’t tell him you were in crisis. He just holds you, gently rocking side to side. That’s why you keep seeking him out. Kind, warm, safe.
He leaves himself open to you, nonjudgmental, and one day, he’s sure, you’ll come to him before the fact.
You sigh, and with it, some of the bad feeling leaves, too.
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NONO YOURE RIGHT Mark might be big-dicked but he’s definitely an omega rather than an alpha, like that slutty rbr post about him is perfect evidence, this man has no alpha bone in his body
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I hope you're not too down on your luck & that all things work out for you.
(not sure about you, but I am not really ne that likes to be hugged when feeling negative & wanted to be sure for you to! So head pats)
Thank you Moon head pats will do just nicely ;; <3
This whole week has just felt iffy and off to me, the latter half of today felt worse. Idk if its depression(cuz it sure has been a while since i felt that) or my trouble with sleeping or if I'm just dissociating again but i do feel like im having some sort of emotional disconnect with a lot of stuff lately. It's just been all so blehhhhh \(;´□`)/
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