#im crying at work

[themoostking]

Im just thinking about how Shiro and Keith have such a deep connection and understanding that they can read the others mind before they even form the thought. And how Keith waited for months for Shiro to come back and never lost hope and how Shiro fought to come back at any cost. And about much that year aged Keith. To live without Shiro, knowing hes alive but too far to reach. Im certain he was close to stealing a ship and going on a solo trip to find shiro.

[travalicious]

[ourmaladies]

i just got tickets to see Taylor on november 11 🥹

[transgender-scout]

please……. share the oc thoughts

Rotating avi and lee so fast in my head.

thinking very hard about avi being angry when she first arrives. being pissed off and scared. verbally lashing out at lee about it. lee just kind of taking it, both because he understands her fear, and because even if she's being mean to him, she's there with him. there's another person with him now that he can talk to. holy fuck, man.

avi slowly warming up to lee as she realizes that she's actually stuck there. there's no way out. him teaching her how to live with wings. them preening each other, because no one can quiiite reach that spot between their wings by themselves. avi and lee being able to joke about their stupid, shitty lives together while they both know that they'll never get out, that they're prepared to grow old and die there.

yet despite that, them working together, working on plans to escape. avi now working with this weird, chatty, sad boy that she'd wanted to fight on her first day. them growing even closer.

me becoming we.

them escaping together. the joy, my god, the sheer bliss of freedom. being able to walk more than 50 feet without the pull of a leash tugging them back. they don't fly much, and when they do, it hurts and strains, and doesn't look pretty, but it's the best feeling in the entire world.

the fear of being found out. the terror of being stalked through a city. it's a big place, but not nearly big enough. they can't escape easily; the trouble with not having room to fly is that your wings grow weak, they atrophy, can't carry your weight for long, even with the lighter body.

the terror becoming horror when avi is recaptured. the agony, the pain of knowing that lee can't do anything. he hates himself for having to leave her. they both know there was no way to help her, but he's so pissed at himself for letting something like this happen. he wants to tear his heart out of his chest as he watches avi being loaded into the car. the same car that both of them were stuffed into the first time they were kidnapped. he's certain that having a gaping hole in his chest would hurt less.

the quiet curiosity of finding someone to help. it's a strange feeling. he's never asked for help before. the thought never occurred to him. someone else to help shoulder the burden. atlas's friend, helping him hold the sky. unthinkable.

and yet.

the dread of being back. no, not dread. melancholy. despondency. avi's back and they know they're there forever now. the mental collapse that comes with seeing the wall, the wall scored with dozens and dozens of tally marks, 6 months' worth for keeping time, plastered over, a clean slate. a wall with a surface just waiting for 70 years worth of tally marks.

but it doesn't compare to hearing employees talk. behind closed doors, and cupped hands, they discuss a surgery. a surgery for avi. one that will keep her from ever telling anyone what they've done here on the off chance she managed to escape.

the struggle to avoid her fate. but despite the struggle, despite the protests, despite her humanity, despite everything, it happens.

thick stitches, bunched skin, missing vocal cords, felt through an anesthetic haze. meeting someone new, someone in the same boat, and instead of fighting this time, sobbing into his shoulder for hours because there's nothing to be done now.

making plans again. plans with someone new, someone unlike him. lee feels almost normal as he quietly listens to skylar's family over dinner, and his heart aches again. he almost enjoys their father's grilling, like he's a new boyfriend and not a new freak his kid picked up off the street.

avi is all but catatonic. she sleeps. she marks days. she sleeps. she marks days. there is nothing for her anymore. she is so, so tired. she doesn't want to be here. even Will visiting her doesn't help. he says he understand her situation, but he doesn't. he really doesn't.

it's time for a show. avi doesn't resist this time. she understands why lee was the way he was. despite the high energy atmosphere, avi barely reacts to what's happening. there's static in her head.

but a familiar voice cuts through the noise of the crowd and clears the snow. before she knows what's happening, someone has avi around the wrist and they're running. a shock of fear shoots through her. this is too familiar, too close to what happened last time. but it's different, too.

this time, lee is here.

in the chaos, they escape, but skylar is taken away, screaming for lee to help them. avi is here. skylar is gone.

lee regrets having a heart again.

rotating avi and lee in my head so fast.

[ashtonirwins]

what the fuck is chapter ten of greywaren

[lemonzestywrites]

astarion’s “i’ve almost forgotten how much color there is in the world” line is so infinitely more heartbreaking when you realize he’s an elf- which means by dnd/baldurs gate rules he has darkvision

darkvision, which allows certain character races to see in the dark but only in shades of gray

this man quite literally has been living almost 200 years in complete colorless darkness or at the very least with a very limited visualization and only just now is able to see a full spectrum of color….

[dryya-doesnt]

Father-daughter dance ‼️‼️

[inkskinned]

i got my isbn today for the book. 8 months to go. my mom and i were talking about what the next steps are. i was eating trail mix, standing on one foot, phone tucked into my ear.

"yeah," i said. "the problem is that tumblr as a market is like, not something that can be studied." there's this weird wave of nostalgia and affection for this place that came up over me: how lovely we avoid consumerism. okay, it sucks as a creator. but also? keep stickin' it to 'em.

my mother made the sound at the back of her throat that i also make, the one that means i've got an idea. "you should figure out some kind of reward for presale amounts. maybe you give out poems or a mug or a signed book or something. would your followers like that?" my mother is sweet, and kind, and i have no idea how to explain on this website you can buy someone crabs.

i put more m&ms down the hatch. i had to speak through peanuts and almonds. "if it passes 25 thousand i will print the book out in its entirety and eat it live on camera."

"oh god. no, you don't have to do that." she was anguished. "just tell them that you'd love them to read it, and that they've inspired you to write. you got started on that site, and they helped you keep going. raquel, you love these people. the community? you talk all the time about the other writers and artists and whatever else. tell them that you're hoping for their support, they'll come through."

"no," i assured her. i discovered i had dropped an m&m, but an ant had already found it, so it belonged to him now. i will let his little life have a surprise blue treasure in it, too. "i'm gonna fuckin' eat the book."

[evilhausen]

GET HIS ASSS BABY 

[0yorixu]

etho sketch, don't have time to color cuz then I'll spend hours on it and I won't have time to do my school work that I've been procrastinating on

[davy-zeppeli]

one of my irl friends saw one of my monkees tweets and thought me and my boyfriend were having a fight. charlie my love that was about Mike Nesmith

[rafeandonlyrafe]

proper thank you

words: 600

warnings: 18+ only!, stepbro!rafe, sending nudes, stepcest, kinda dumb/baby reader???

“carry me up to bed rafey?” you coo at your step brother, fluttering your lashes as your pout turns into a giggle when he sighs, unable to resist your pleading face.

“you're the most annoying little sis ever.” rafe says, calling you the nickname just to tease you as he leans down, scooping you into his arms. he carries you like you weigh nothing, so easily slotting into the good older stepbrother role when your parents married, despite him being only a few months older than you.

“thank you rafey.” you say sweetly as he walks you up the stairs, your arms holding him around the shoulders, head leaned against his broad chest.

“yeah, you gotta give me a better thank you than that.” rafe rolls his eyes as he carries you into your bedroom. only once the door is closed do you press a wet kiss to his cheek as a proper thank you.

rafe plops you down on the bed unceremoniously. “there ya go.” he waves as he walks away, knowing it's not actually goodnight as you let out a whine.

“tuck me in?”

rafe hides his smirk before turning around, putting on his slightly annoyed act like he always does when you ask him.

rafe pulls the fluffy blanket out from under you. it's slightly weighted so it naturally tucks around your body anyways as rafe covers you, but his hands still move slowly, feeling your body as he pushes in the blanket until you're stuck tight underneath it.

“anything else? want me to tell you a bedtime story?” rafe says it as a joke, but with the way your eyes light up, he finds himself sitting on the edge of your bed, recounting three little pigs from memory the best he can.

“alright, you gotta get to bed now.” rafe glances at the clock on your nightstand as the hour hand ticks closer to midnight. “goodnight.”

“goodnight rafey.” you smile softly before letting out a yawn. “ill give you a proper thank you soon.”

rafe isn't sure what you mean until he makes it back to his room, scrolling aimlessly through his phone until a text message appears from you.

he clicks it to open up the image, his eyes widening and dick swelling as he sees you in a silky nightgown, the swell of your breasts clearly visible, nipples poking through the fabric. he recognizes the nightgown from a few days ago, but you clearly got further undressed.

rafes eyes bulge as the next image loads, the same pose, now sans nightgown, tits bare and thighs clenched together to make a delicious looking v that rafe wants to dive into.

a proper thank you ;) reads your text, along with one last image, this time with your legs spread, smile on your face as your cunt is on clear display. you took the marker tool to add to your lower stomach “property of big brother.”

rafe is in your room untucking you from your bed before the clock reaches midnight.

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[modmad]

LADS IM FREAKING OUT my dear friend @cartoon-kitsune sent me a present and I was literally wearing this outfit when BAM. POPPY.

WE MATCH??? THE HAIR AS WELL this was not planned I can't. I can't believe how gorgeous she is or how funny it is that I'm literally the same colours rn THANK YOU SO MUCH KIT ;A;

also...

SHE BIG

[sinlizards]

Witch of Miracles

[frankiemanki]

Listen, I'm as happy as the next gay, adhd having, old-timey animation lover that Raggedy Ann and Andy: A Musical Adventure (1977) is coming back into the spotlight and getting the love it deserves....... BUT I've cleaned ao3 out and I need new stimulant so pls help

[apathyfairy]

last year i found a wii at goodwill for 25 dollars and it came with everything except a wiimote but it was in such good condition i was like hell yeah ill take it how hard can it be to find a wiimote. the answer is it's nearly impossible to find them at thrift stores now so i've spent like 8 months looking for ones in thrift stores but there wasn't a single one and then online but i just couldn't bring myself to spend 30 dollars on one single wiimote so i waited so. patiently. and then 2 weeks ago i finally found one at goodwill for 9 dollars but it was absolutely disgusting and the battery cover was missing and the compartment was all corroded so i put it back and regretted it the whole week but then this last weekend i went to savers and there was an absolutely perfect wiimote just sitting there with no corrosion and a jacket and the wrist strap and motion plus and the nunchuck was there too and i got it all for 10 dollars so the moral of the story is that sometimes things seem right for you in the moment but you have to recognize that they aren't and leave them behind so the things that are meant for you will in fact find you when the time is right. peace and love <3