#was any of it real

[ainosgarden]

were you his boy? were you his number one boy?

[a-hearts-a-heavy-burden]

Okay but ….

You’re walking to a cafe. It’s a crisp, Autumn afternoon and you fancy yourself a seasonal latte - of non-descript gourd style spiciness - You turn the corner and enter the quaint little shop. It’s fairly quiet for the middle of the afternoon.

You walk up to the counter and smile at the barista as they greet you, warmly. You place your order, leaving a generous tip. Waiting on your drink you pull a book from your tote and open it up to the bookmarked page. The barista calls your name, hands over your drink before you look for a seat.

You choose a quiet spot by the window, hanging your bag on the chair and placing your book on the table. Shrugging off your coat you slide into the plush chair and take your first sip of Autumn. Just then the soft music begins to play, an instrumental piece you could swear you’ve heard before but can’t quite place the name. It’ll come to you.

As you get cozy you notice there is a fireplace across from your spot and it’s just been brought to life. The heat dogs the window and the warmth of the environment wraps around you like a cozy jumper.

Just then you hear a quiet hum and the gentle voice of the two patrons nearby. The soft strumming of a guitar and the faint giggle of a woman catches your full attention. Glancing over your shoulder you notice the pair in the corner of the cafe. Papers strewn across tables, guitar on the man’s knee and the most ethereal smile set upon the woman’s beautiful face.

You shift slightly, you don’t mean to stare but they hold your attention. They’re speaking to each other but you can’t quite hear their words. What you do notice, however, are the magnificent blue eyes falling upon you. You want to look away. You should look away. It’s the right thing to do …. and yet. You find yourself transfixed. Unable to help yourself. There’s a magnetism to him, to both of them.

You hear her before you notice her smile. It’s brilliant, sweet, almost shy and yet enticing in a way you can’t quite describe. You find yourself smiling back. Breaking eye contact with the blue eyed boy only to lower your eyes and blush under their attention. You’re an adult. You pay bills. You have a job. You shouldn’t be blushing in cafes at strangers.

Shaking your head and biting your lip you turn back to your drink. Which is surprisingly still hot. You take a long sip allowing the flavour to fill you up. The music begins anew. This time with lyrics, haunting, calling, almost like a lullaby. You don’t feel sleepy, not quite, but there is a shift in the air and you find yourself slipping away. Into an almost dreamlike haze as the smell of coffee and the familiar surroundings all but disappear.

You find yourself surrounded, by the sound of hope, the tenderness of love and the beautiful scent of peace. Are you floating? You might be. You’re far too gone to really think about much of anything. Is someone asking your name? You give it. Freely. No inhibitions. No hesitation. Only the call of disembodied voices reminding you that you have a place here now. You belong. You belong….You. Belong. To. Them….

[doesephs]

slamming my head against a wall again and again and again and again

[littlemizzlinguistics]

Studying linguistics is actually so wonderful because when you explain youth slang to older professors, instead of complaining about how "your generation can't speak right/ you're butchering the language" they light up and go “really? That’s so wonderful! What an innovative construction! Isn't language wonderful?"

[annabethisterrified]

[justsomemediocrepoems]

A journal entry rather than a poem

As I sit alone enveloped in my own self inflicted woes on these late cold winter nights, I find myself longing for the connection once had. Not hoping for the same person who was once the place holder of the empty shell that remains. No, longing for the broken mold to be whole once again from a not so familiar face. Knowing who. But not how. The end was so close in sight that unfamiliar emotions began to form. Hope. Relief. Comfort. Safety. Those emotions soon began to fade just as you did from my life. Maybe you weren’t the one meant to fill the empty vessel. Maybe my actions too soon for a happily ever after. For how can someone carry water with a broken pitcher. Still. Admittedly so these nights feel much colder when with the void I hold within.

[cemeterything]

regardless of how you feel about homestuck you do have to admit that the story concluding with almost all of the major characters literally deciding to just say fuck it and abandon the story entirely is like. an absolutely iconic narrative decision. you know what i'm not doing this shit anymore. figure it out. bye.

[wotchernewt]

cool new life series! very serious very dramatic!

[roe-oo]

u + me world domination ☁️

[alexanderpearce]

ship ask game 😁1 Who would be first to to bite down anc consume the flesh of the other, euphoric in the taste and the heft and the slide of the blood 2. who is the ant and who is the ophiocordyceps fungus? 3. who is the dog and who is the master? 4 when the roles are blurred or reversed who would be first to die and how? would it be by bulletwound? the phallic blade? strangulation? 5. Cocaine or Heroin? 6. who licks up the other’s cigarette ash? 7 who is julius caesar and who is brutus? 8. who is jesus and who is judas? 9. did jesus want it? did julius caesar know it was coming? are the betrayed ever proud? 10. who is irrumatus and who is irrumans? who is pedicatus and who is pedicans? 11. did they ever kiss and why not? 12 if they are two sides of the same coin who is heads and who is tails? 13. and if the coin was the holey dollar? 14. And if the dog bit back? 15 and if the dog bit back? 16 and if the dog bit back? 17 and if the dog bit back? 18 and if the dog bit back? 19 and if the dog bit back? 20. Who buys the other flowers?🥰

[cocoacake]

thank god he’s stocked up on kickass AND bubblegum 

[tariah23]

Okay, I said I wasn’t gonna spend too much time on twitter but oh my god!?!!! This is so COOL!?? He looks amazing, omg…!

I’m glad they gave the actor another hairstyle because every black person is absolutely tired of the Killmonger mohawk/comb over 😭!!! One day, we will be free- but anyway, it looks like the name of the anime is “Kawagoe Boys Sing!”

[its-tea-time-darling]

im sorry, we turned your boyfriend into a mole. yeah and all of tumblr‘s interested in him now. sorry

edit 9/12/23 11.22 CET

and so it begins…

fic1, fic2 @pathsofoak ao3 tag. Mole Poem @thaliaisalesbian . fic by @tourmelion .

update:

ao3 link. please vote for mole scene in most underrated goncharov scene poll

[pherre]

i think it took mob some time to get used to expressing his emotions openly again so for a while he just reacted disproportionately to random things

[canisalbus]

There's a special pain that comes from not knowing how to make your long-snouted dog people kiss properly.

[jonnywaistcoat]

Did you make Needles for the atrocious amount of Michael Shelly stans out there (a group in which I can be counted) or were the similar vibes just a happy little accident?

Neither, really - sometimes you just gotta write a nasty sharp man, then part if your brain goes "the shellyfellas are gonna love this" and another part goes "is that a problem?" and the first part goes "no, just sayin" and then you go make a cup of tea.