#i think my brain is Broken

[galvanizedfriend]

WIP Wednesday

Posting something for WIP Weds in the hopes to get back on my writing horse. It's been tough lately, friends. This is another snippet of Speed Dating. Not directly after this, but some time later.

Anyway, hopes and prayers for me, my dudes. 😔 I need to write again. Also, about this snippet: jealous!klaroline is my not-so-secret guilty pleasure, I shall not apologize.

Conversation began to flow more freely. Rebekah and Elijah started poking at Camille as though she were a creature from a different planet, both evidently curious about Niklaus' girlfriend. Rebekah knew of her, but they were yet to meet. Cami is graceful and smart and lovely in ways she’d never been before, not to Caroline, and they all seem fascinated. Fits right in with Klaus’ family. Fits right in next to Klaus, with a hand around his elbow.

It makes Caroline sick to her stomach. She hates it. More than she hates Dr. Saltzman’s lectures, more than she hates last week’s tofu, more than she hates getting puked on by drunkards during her shifts. She hates it with every fiber of her being, so freaking much she can almost feel the revulsion singing her bones.

Above anything else, she hates how it makes her feel found out, exposed, rubbing the truth of her feelings in her face until she can no longer deny it: Caroline is infected with jealousy.

Up until that moment, she had felt it in short bursts - acute, but fleeting. It was manageable. Debatable, even. But tonight, has completely destroyed all of her defenses. The harsh, cold truth of it crashed down upon her like a giant wave. Every time Klaus even so much as looks at Camille, speaks to her, whenever his hand accidentally brushes up against hers because she’s sitting way too freaking close to him, Caroline feels an irrational spike of murderous anger, followed by an insane and uncontrollable need to throw something heavy across the room. 

She wants to scream.

Something nasty balls in her throat and makes it impossible for her to continue to socialize. The forged indifference she’s worn all night is about to crack. She is locked in battle for her dignity and being positively massacred.  

She needs a drink. Six drinks. Maybe more. Fast. Anything to dull out the brash reaction threatening to come out.

Before anyone can point out that she could just order directly from their booth, she excuses herself and slips out. Funny how she seems to be the only one to notice how utterly unbreathable the air is.

Away from prying eyes, she abandons the cocktails in favor of something more effectively numbing. She downs a shot of whiskey all at once, and then asks for another. When she signals for a third one, the bartender gives her a look. The lonely girl getting hammered at the bar is looking for trouble look.

"I just had dinner with my roommate, whom I may or may not have feelings for, and his siblings, while they get introduced to his girlfriend, ok? I'm having a really bad night, so I'd appreciate it if you could just pour me a shot and kept the judgment to yourself."

The guy shrugs. "Suit yourself."

"Thank you."

The alcohol is meant to melt down the anxious knots in her stomach, dial down her spiking nerves back to acceptable levels, but the first immediate effect is a different one. The prickly discomfort morphs into a kind of ache, dull but heavier. This sudden uncontrollable need to be the object of Klaus' attention, the reason behind his smiles, the theme of all his stories, gains sharper, clearer contours.

The extreme anxiety she's experiencing, she concludes, is illumination. The kind that comes with a heavy object falling on your head and cracking your skull wide open. This visceral reaction is the answer to all the questions she's been mulling over incessantly for months now. Suddenly, Caroline no longer feels crazy; she feels heartbroken.

[tavern-of-the-multiverse]

Obiyuki... yeah...

[shaunashipman]

eddie baptism by falling the pool running from bees he thinks he sees jesus but it's just the owner who has long hair anyways that's why he goes to church

[issylra]

Square: B4 - Saliva Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~2,300 Ship(s): Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Additional Tags: Retired Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Post-Canon, Developing Relationship, First Time Blow Jobs, Fluff and Smut, Humor, Teasing, Dorks In Love

"Would you allow me?" Hob has to swallow down the "yes, anything" that immediately threatens to fall from his mouth. "Allow you?" Dream looks up at him, even while his hands continue touching. There's a promise there, a determined spark in his eye that makes Hob feel just a little like cornered prey. "To practice," Dream says. "On you."

fill for @dreamlingbingo.

[AO3]

[robot-roadtrip-rants]

So Joytoy just announced Horus and Abaddon models and I--

I just--

AAAAAA THEY'RE TOO CUTE! LOOKIT THEM! SO ANGEY!! AWW THEY DECORATED THEIR ARMOR WITH LIL SPIKES! TOO PRECIOUS!!

OMG DADDY-SON OUTING! DADDY-SON OUTING! THEY'VE GOT EACH OTHER'S BACKS AND EVERYTHING! JUST A DAD AND A SON BONDING OVER DESTROYING THE IMPERIUM! TOO PRECIOUS!

[rogueddie]

.

[mooshkat]

hey how the fuck have I managed to write any of my fics ever

[sibelin]

it's very funny to me that singers/musicians get increasingly sexier if i listen and like their music long enough

[emerald-dragonflame]

I am either a half or a third of the way done with Bruce's reference sheet. I don't know if I'm spending too much time on this, or not enough. This man is equally the simplest and most complex SOB that I've ever created. I've literally only just finished what his body type looks like, and this ref sheet is already more complex than the ones I made for Garden of Sandstorms.

Which is probably a good thing, but hot damn, y'all better appreciate the time and effort I'm putting into this lol (half joking).

Also realizing that I seem to put a lot more design in my male characters than my female ones, wonder what's that about?

[brainwrongbutalive]

Valkyrie tries to find out more about China and Skulduggery’s relationship by playing China Taylor Swift songs and seeing what fits and what doesn’t.

This accomplishes 2 things.

1) she finds out more about the former couple

2) she gets China into Taylor Swift

[tragically-but-finnally-yours]

they just- it just. AHHH

my heart is broken and i will never be the same.

[amyrafierceblade]

I wonder if anyone has ever had the determination to make a Spider-Sona or Spider-Man that is James J Jameson, especially if we keep the fact that Mr James J. Jameson is "against" Spider-Man

Talk about the double identity!!

But also, to wonder...

What would make someone like that? Like, psychologically?

[liusaiidh]

cute marimo noises

[averysmolbear]

I’m sitting here craving a certain food but the only way I can get it is to have it delivered.

My brain immediately jumps to “oh, your faves would have already ordered it for you the second you mentioned it.”

Why am I like this? 😒🤣

[roguekhajiit]

My Spotify playlist > 2125 songs.

My ADHD brain > Hyperfocuses on this one random background noise in a song.

Me > Ewww *skips 20 songs until I find one that feels good to my brain.*

[boxiidragonx]

I had a weird fucking dream that I drew a some random ice cream truck with rocket missiles on it's back and somehow it can talk angrily when on rage for no reason.💀