#ough

[maskofredacted]

Freedom is a length of rope. God wants you to hang yourself with it.

Save me Supernatural in 2024 save me supernatural in 2024-

[rebouks]

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Mia: God, Ivan.. you’ve spent this whole holiday moping. Ivan: Ain’t you s’posed t’be able t’do whatever y’want on vacation? Mia: [sighs] I guess, but you’re bumming me out. Ivan: Sorry. Mia: I’m tryna make you feel better, is all. No one said I was any good at it. Ivan: Thanks for tryin’-.. you’re doin’ pretty good. Mia: I reckon you just needed some time to think, y’know? You can sit down n’ hash it all out once you get home. Ivan: I know him well enough by now t’know he’ll be gone by the time I get back. I’m done, either way-.. he made his choice n’ it ain’t one I can get behind. Mia: Well, it’s hard to understand without the full story but I’ll take your word for it. Ivan: I thought about askin’ him t’marry me at one point… Mia: Why didn’t you? Ivan: Maybe I could tell his heart wasn’t in it by then-.. maybe it was daft t’think we actually wanted the same things. I dunno if I’m even surprised the more I think about it. Mia: Don’t think about it then. Ivan: Easier said than done, ‘specially with Tilda rubbin’ salt in the wound-.. gallivanting all over the place with Triss. Mia: I’m sure you’ll find someone else to gallivant with one day. Ivan: Nah, I’m fuckin’ cursed. [Mia sighed as Ivan launched into a self-deprecating tirade about his miserable love life and the many, many failed relationships and subsequent breakups he’d been through that were all his fault. By the time he’d reached his teens, she’d had enough] Ivan: Oi, I’m talkin’ here! Mia: You’re ranting. Ivan: I was singin’ your praises for helpin’ a second ago n’ now y’fuckin’ off? Mia: Cutting this pity party short is helping, so keep singin’ em! Ivan: [scoffs] It ain’t a pity party. Mia: Time heals all wounds, you’re amazing, you’ll find someone else-.. byeeeee. Ivan: Tch, not likely. Pixie: What? Ivan: Nothin’, petal. Pixie: This couch smells rank. [Ivan chuckled as his imitating lil lady joined him, fond as always-.. maybe none of it mattered as long as she was happy] Ivan: It really does, huh?

[fluffydice]

Saiki hating Takahashi because he reminds him of Akechi’s main bully is so insane to me. What do you mean the silly gag that’s been present since nearly the beginning is trauma-based. What do you mean it wasn’t just a joke. What do you mean Kusuo couldn’t consciously remember what happened with Akechi but still feels it’s effects years later, when he sees some random teenager and just can’t explain why he hates him.

I wonder how he felt when he realized. It’s living with a survival-based coping mechanism for so long that it seems entirely normal—then suddenly remembering something and realizing “This is the moment it happened. This is why I do that. I wasn’t like this before.”

[ladsofsorrow24]

for my friend's birthday last week 🎂

[biografter]

ive got a friend who has their Eye on subspace so figured i may as well draw him, harhar!

[14fucks]

i want nothing more than to draw her a bath, to make sure she's all comfortable and warm, give her a glass of wine or something to help her relax a bit, rub her shoulders and arms, massage her legs gently and just help her become so calm, so relaxed. i want to carry her to the bed in a soft towel i put in the dryer so she doesn't get cold, i want to help her dry off and get ready to sleep and then i want to lay with her and hold each other until we melt away in a sleepy bliss

[toasty-owl-arts]

Monsuki- Blame

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[fiomeras]

sadness and madness sadness and madness

[shiny-eyed-corvid]

going absolutely feral over this collection of items that washed up on Cornish beaches Lego Lost At Sea on twitter

[im-mender]

[reallybadblackoutpoems]

the crucible (1953) - arthur miller

“ough”

[noodles-07]

god people have always been people. victorian noblewomen stubbed their toes and swore about it. medieval peasants ripped hangnails a little too hard and sucked on it to make it better. cavemen put kids on their shoulders so the kids could get their handprints up on the wall. someone in the 1760s played with their dog and someone in the 1340s dragged themself out of bed at some unholy hour of the morning to soothe a crying baby and someone in the 1550s stuck a flower behind their lovers ear. I'm gonna be sick people have always been people

[driftingballoons]

Bad and naughty electric ghosts don’t get to use the mower

[ashstfu]

[evelyn-art-05]

Hayakawa family, 8AM

[ink-ghoul]