#screaming into the ether

[ellie-screams]

Disappointment with social media

I feel whenever I hear a song on social media like TikTok that I like there's a nice mystery to what the song is. I could try to find it and add it to playlist but that takes away all the fun of the mystery. Mystery is very fleeting nowadays.

[horsegirlbuttpunk]

there's just something about women 5-15 years older than me (yes i have mommy issues)

[distinguisheddetectiveofsarcasm]

screaming in a void is carthatic

IF ANYTHING ELSE BAD HAPPENS THIS WEEK I WILL FUCKING LOSE IT! EVERYTHING IS SO FAR OUT OF MY CONTROL AND I HATE IT. SOME PEOPLE MAKE DIARIES BUT I’LL JUST SCREAM INTO THE VOID THAT IS THE INTERNET SO TO THE 3 PEOPLE (hi sis) THAT READ THIS ENJOY!

[spacebeige]

Reasons I cried today:

I desperately need to talk to a therapist, but none of the therapists I reached out to have gotten back to me.

My business is suffering because I struggle to respond to messages on time due to my ADHD.

I need a therapist to help me manage my ADHD so I can respond to clients in time, but none of them are responding to me. The irony is not lost on me either.

I was diagnosed with autism last week and I haven’t had any time or space to process this info.

I feel like a bad mom because we slept in and missed school today, and because I can’t remember to make her brush her teeth. I can barely remember to brush my own teeth.

I feel generally irritable from the minute I wake up. I’m tired of feeling like I want to punch a hole in the wall for no reason.

I don’t have anyone in my life who I feel comfortable reaching out to for support. No one knows me here on Tumblr or pays much attention to my posts, so I feel comfortable venting here.

There’s probably more but those are the main things I can think of. Thanks for listening.

[mercurialesse]

JUDAS: When will my love be enough?

JESUS: It is enough.

JUDAS: Merely I am a means to an end.

JESUS: You are important to me.

JUDAS: I would rather give my life.

JESUS: You cannot. It is not what He wants.

JUDAS: I do not care.

JESUS: You care about me.

[Silence.]

JESUS: I care about you. You are my completion.

[Jesus walks away.]

[Judas weeps.]

[cruel-summer-1989]

Just having a major hair disaster nbd

[tricornonthecob]

"I'm only going to do lineart in September" she says as she renders out a fucking comic.

[slunch]

The cursed coomer busts black and howling loads

[the-rainbow-flavored-university]

Let’s talk about Frazier:

When I was younger I saw the infamous new shade of paint clip from the hit cheers spin-off, Frazier. (For those not in the know Frazier and his brother bikes talk about a new shade of beige). When I was younger I thought they were making fun of how minimal paint is but nO. Now that I’ve seen the show I realize, they are actually distraught. And I think that’s why I love the show so much. It takes minimal things and have men (stereotypically tough and stuff) be interested and obsessed. Specifically the boring shit. Idk that’s just my thoughts

[ambigubyss]

in the beginning there was nothing, and then there was everything, whilst before the beginning something did in fact exist, from the blackest depths of the cosmos arose these horrors beyond any belief, more eyes than teeth, tentacles where an upper lip may reside on a human, immeasurable power and of unknown origins, which raises the only question i have for them... where did you come from and where did you go? where did you come from eldritch man joe

[lonelyzarquon]

[x]

[ellie-screams]

Sometimes being an adult is realizing that by the time you care for your own needs after caring for everyone else’s you need a mental hospital

[einaudis]

ALL OF US STRANGERS (2023) dir. ANDREW HAIGH

[skyloftian-nutcase]

SKYWARD SWORD ZELINK IS THE ONLY ZELINK I CARE ABOUT EVERYONE ELSE CAN GO HOME

[saintkeiji]

11:48 / SAKUSA KIYOOMI

letting you into his apartment was precisely the conundrum sakusa wasn’t expecting himself to let go of.

he preferred his privacy over others, especially with those he dated–often suggesting to go over to their place instead of his.

it simply wasn’t a reason of his apartment being filthy. if anything, it’s the exact opposite. those friends of his, when they first met you, had joked that he was a germaphobe that disliked the idea of letting others into the confines of his home. rather, letting you into his apartment meant that you were officially part of his life, letting you roam freely in the sanctuary he felt most like himself.

because you were his.

now, sakusa preferred you to be here with him. he liked the idea of you waiting for him in his bed, or you humming an al green song in the kitchen early in the morning and wearing his shirt from the night before.

you and sakusa had just come back from filling your stomachs to the brim with brunch foods and bottomless mimosas. while admiring your boyfriend in the midst of the crowded breakfast diner, you couldn’t help but notice the way he swiped the curling dark brown lock from his forehead as he ate.

it was then you had the groundbreaking idea of cutting his hair for him.

you were only half-joking when you mentioned it to him, expecting a chuckle and a firm rejection of the offer, but it seemed as if he was genuinely okay with it.

“where’s your shaver?” you asked as you bent down, shuffling through his messy sink cabinet. “is that what it’s called?”

“how am i supposed to trust you in cutting my hair if you don’t even know the proper name for it?” sakusa hums, teasingly, broad shoulder leaning against the door frame.

you feign a roll of your eyes, scouring the cabinet before letting out an inaudible cheer. grabbing the clippers, you stand up and close the cabinet doors. you wave the tool in your hand like a trophy.

“it can’t be worse, honestly.” you say, making a double take on the curly mess of a mop on his head. “okay, take off your shirt.”

sakusa’s eyes widened you slightly, making a face with it. he knew what you meant, but the tease force itself out between his lips before he could stop himself. “there are easier ways to ask for sex, you know.”

“that’s not what i meant,” you rolled your eyes for real this time. you couldn’t avoid the way your cheeks heated up as he complies.

in one swift movement, sakusa pulled his shirt off his body. you had to hold yourself back from repeating last night’s activities of wandering hands all over his milky smooth skin as he did so. you swear you could still see the faint scratch marks of your nails just below his shoulder blades.

you smirk to yourself when he seated himself upon the tiny stool you dragged into the cramped bathroom. he was low enough to just be at the height of your shoulders as he stares at you through the mirror. eyes steady and almost admiring each and every movement you make.

sakusa watched as you pick up a pair of scissors, watched as you had the slightest frown of concentration on your face, watched as your carefully looked at each lock to snip off.

your hand rested on his shoulder, thumb drawing a slow but gentle line from the nape of his neck until it reached his hair.

sakusa allowed himself to relax into your touch, feeling each and every soothing point of contact as his eyes closed.

when he opened his eyes, his gaze met yours through the mirror. he had to fight the urge to turn around and kiss you right then and there. but you broke the connection to focus back onto his hair.

your movements were methodical as you started trimming. sakusa was too busy watching the way your eyebrows furrow in the slightest way or to how cute he found your tongue peeking out from the corner of your lip to notice you were finished.

his fixation was pulled from him when you stepped back and met his gaze again through the reflection.

sakusa’s hair was short enough to barely noticeable, but was functionally better. the dark brown curls were away from his eyes and forehead.

“there,” you murmur, hand combing through his hair slowly.

sakusa leaned his head back against your torso, sliding a hand behind him and curling his fingers around the back of your knee.

“now i can see your handsome face again.”

[asteria7fics]

A rare day has come, goobers. Teri has drawn some proper, honest to God fan art.

SURPRISE! IT’S OJV STYLE EVERYONE!!! ♡⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡

If you know me then you know I am a slut harlot whore for these two and the Situations their loving mother puts them in. They are THE Super Best Boyfriends and they make my heart so, so incredibly happy

Conveniently I’m posting this just in time for a fresh bedtime story to have dropped! You should absolutely go read it right here!

And hey! If you want some more consider reading other works by Riley (aka @1moreoffkeyanthem) on her ao3!

Love you queen thank you for keeping the Style girlies (gn) fed your hard work does not go unappreciated!!! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧