#speak the >> memory

[stardella]

Kind of a dancing cactus Cosmo au? Sounds lame

[solidwater05]

Apparently this needs to be said so

Forgetting things is morally neutral! Memory issues are morally neutral!

You're not a bad person if you...

forget things quickly

forget people

can't remember entire stages of your life

can't remember important things

can remember some things very well and forget other things all the time

can't remember things (or anything!) about your interests

forget to eat, sleep, go to the bathroom, etc

forget to reply to texts

remember things and immediately forget them again

can't remember birthdays, events, etc

frequently answer 'I forgot' to questions

can't retain new information

forget things you used to know

only remember things when it's too late

have vague, distorted and/or unreliable memories

depend on others to know how an event you were in played out

have other symptoms that are worsened by memory issues and vice versa

... and anything else I might have missed!

[smoosie]

Viktor: *silent treatment*

Jayce: *dies*

[breesperez139]

Dc x Dp Prompt #6

“I’m a twin”, Damian said one night. He could feel the narrowed eyes of his family drilling holes on his back in disbelief. Not that he could blame them. Damian had never so much as implied being raised with a companion, much less a sibling.

“I had a brother”. Damian paused to recollect himself. He had not said his brother’s name out loud in over 8 years.

“His name was… Danyal”. Damian hated the way his voice wavered, but he could not help it. Danyal was everything to him, his other half. Their heart beat as one and when one heart stopped beating, the other one died with it. At least until his family put his heart on metaphorical life support without ever realizing.

“Where is he now?” His father asked, voice filled with knowing grief and a hint of betrayal. It had in fact been 6 years since Damian first showed up on his doorstep.

“Up there”. All eyes shifted towards the specific star he was pointing to. “Right before he died, he promised me he’d guide me from the stars. Unfortunately, the stars are not visible in Gotham, so my brother is unable to be of much help unless I leave the city.”

“Your brother is Polaris, the North Star?” Tim questioned warily, most likely in attempts to not offend him. Damian was aware of how stupid it sounded, but Danyal had promised, and his brother never broke his promises.

“Yes. Danyal is with the stars now, just as he always wanted”

[thefluxsystem]

You know what the worst part of having a dissociative disorder is, for me personally?

The emotional amnesia.

Your entire life feels like something that you watched on TV, rather than something that you actually lived through.

You know that some of the most horrific things imaginable have happened to you, and you feel nothing about it. Sure, the memories disgust you on principle, but you don’t feel anything.

It makes you question if anything that you remember is real. If that actually happened, shouldn’t it feel significant? Shouldn’t you be sad, angry, hurt, something?

And to top it all off, nobody understands. Not even yourself.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Thanks for listening to my sad backstory. Anyway, here's Wonderwall.

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[otiksimr]

i am neither anons i am bee :3

Ah. Wonderous. Only the bestest of bee, :]

[storytellering]

Now all I have left are effigies

[saetiate]

itoshi sae x f!reader smut, reader's mad at him for the media reporting he's dating someone else and he fucks you like it's an apology

“you know what they’re saying? ah-, about you and that girl?"

your voice is filled with malice even with his dick so far up inside of you that you can feel it in your throat, even with each gasp that leaves you as he slams into you hard, his hips meeting yours again and again.

truthfully, he doesn’t. he didn’t spare the article more than a glance. what some bullshit reporter chasing a title for cash said has never phased him.

he grabs you gently by the chin, fingers wrapping around either side of your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “if i fuck you on the balcony and let everyone see, would that satisfy you?” the way he thrusts into you doesn’t falter once, even as he presses a hungry kiss to your mouth, teeth nipping at your lower lip, breath ghosting over as he speaks. “then everyone will see i’m yours.”

you jerk your face out of his grip, eyes sharp. “the only thing they’ll see is what a fucking womanizer you are, you asshole.”

maybe they will, maybe they won’t. but he can feel the way you’re gushing around his cock when he mentions it, wetness seeping down to his balls, glints like moonbeam. he presses a thumb to your clit and watches your back arch into a crescent moon, always so responsive to him.

“please, please please —,” your voice comes out so wrecked it has him taking in a sharp breath. even as you hate him, slap your hands against his chest as you tell him exactly that, “i hate you i hate you,” followed by please, please.

if it was any other day, if it wasn’t truly his fault for even allowing himself to get photographed standing just a little too close to someone that wasn’t you, he might’ve teased you for it. made you beg even more, cooed at you for being so needy. but it is his fault, so he relents. gives you exactly what you want, circles your slick pearl and fucks you so hard the words you say turn into nothing, until the way you hit his chest turns into your nails scraping over his shoulders, down his back.

he watches you as you come, has to, with tears on your lashline and a high pitched whine. at least this way, he knows the tears are a good thing, that he’s fucked you right.

(he doesn't let himself come, considers it some kind of penance, like it might be the thing that sways the guilt that eats at his heart.)

“you’re so pretty.”

“fuck you,” you spit, breathless. “this doesn’t make us even.”

he grabs you by either side of your thighs and slams you back down onto his cock with a scream.

“yeah,” his hand presses against the headboard above you, until the wood creaks down with his weight, his warmth radiating against yours. “i got that.”

[tomfrogisblue]

i forgot to post this during june but i think one of the reasons qsmp was so important was how unapologetically Gay it was

for starters, the number of creators and admins involved who are irl queer of some variation, just chilling in a place where any kind of phobia would get Philza's legendary ban hammer faster than you could say "rainbow jelly"

and then the characters.

i remember showing up that first day and being shocked that somehow foolish had an ex-boyfriend already (I had missed the squidcraft lore apparently)

that server. gay. all the gay. all kinds of gay.

govermentally assigned platonic husbands that stayed together the whole time (despite one of them being gone for months at a time), not a chance in hell of infidelity. Proud fathers of two wonderful children.

governmentally assigned partners who yelled full volume at each other about cheating any time they were in the room together and between the two of them killed two children.

a grieving father and ex-convict becoming one of the most solid couples in the server, with a beautiful wedding and consistent public displays of affection via the in-game chat.

a demon ashamed of who she was and a lonely detective struggling with family trauma, now with a lil girl of their own, to love together and take care of, with more moms than could ever allow the little girl to ever be lonely herself.

a 2b2t warrior coming to terms with his sexuality with the support of his beautiful baby boy at his side, slowly but surely opening up to his eventual Brazilian Boyfriend. Where they went from the most cautious couple (baby steps) to the most sickeningly sweet couple on the server.

- and this list doesn't even scratch the surface.

gay characters, trans characters, ace characters, aroace characters, gender fluid characters, all kinds of relationships and families.

all presented without negativity or shame.

the point of the server was to exchange languages and cultures, without the biases and barriers seen so much in both the content creator scene and the wider world.

it also had a beautiful little side effect, practically by accident.

our lgbtqsmp.

[ckducky]

Learning to say "I love you" in each others language 

[winternaut]

Remember to leave out milk and cookies in the morgue for the eighth doctor tonight!

[izuizzy]

“First Word” 💙💙

made a comic to express the relief and joy sonic felt when talia finally spoke for the first time once she became more comfortable. [read from left to right]

[callonpeevesie]

[templetv]

the way I crave a parent who, not only loves me, but likes me, and notices me is so so embarrassing

[otiksimr]

SKITTY LINE PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS 🙏 🙏🙏

Skitty from memory.