#when i wrote this

[crime-wives]

i think the reason i love rewatching shows is because of how familiar they are. they’re safe and warm and comforting like a hug from an old friend. you’re wrapped up in them like a blanket and you fall in love with your show all over again. no matter who you are or where you are in life you have your show to come back to. no matter how alone you are, you have the people in the screen. it’s just peaceful to know that your show will always be there when you need it.

[ladderofyears]

Sharp.

Harry’s vampire teeth are sharp. Draco can’t miss the hunger in his lover’s eyes. He shivers, half-fearful, half-aroused. Tonight, he’ll join Harry for eternity.

“Are you sure?” Harry asks. “Once I begin, I won’t be able to stop.”

“I’m ready,” Draco says, stepping closer, bearing his throat. “I want this.”

~

Fifty words.

For @microficmay

[callsign-hummingbird]

Love me, love me. Say that you love me!!!!

Fool me, fool me. Go on and fool me!

Love me, love me. Pretend that you love me

Leave me, leave me.Just say that you need me

[random-xpressions]

I'm not sure anymore if I'm in the universe or if the universe is in me...

Random Xpressions

[slowandsteddie]

my dad said it’s okay if we wanna go outside and witness horrors unimagined together as long as it’s okay with your dad, too

[stromuprisahat]

Stop weakening fictional characters’ bonds and relationships to make your endgame look more “fated”! Just because one person turns out to be the most impactful in your life, others aren't just some backgroud noise or steps to The One!

[ofthehemlockgrove]

Cat

I have feelings to share

But the cat doesn't care

She stole my lap desk

And wants my pen too

All hands on deck!

Time to pet!

But I have feelings to share

But my cat doesn't care!

Cat by Kalina Rose of the hemlock grove.

[kyukicho]

@deathfavor asked:

"You never liked me standing near the rooftop edges." Izana's voice floats gently in the breeze next to Kakucho's ear, and a quick look to the side would reveal Izana standing beside Kakucho on the sidewalk, gazing up at the spot he'd once sat with Kakucho. Once, when he still could breathe. When he was a part of this cruel world. His head turns towards his right hand with a smile. " The views were amazing though. " And then his expression turns more serious. " Kakucho, what are you doing? " This would bring no happiness searching for ghosts. Or, perhaps it would. Izana was here after all. ( :) i told you ghost would come)

"No, I always worried if the impulse to jump would strike..."

Wait what? Kakucho's vision snapped to the side after realizing the voice was not just in his head. Heart sinking immediately to his stomach. Breath caught in his chest. What cruel joke was this? Izana was gone. Lost to him forever. The most wonderful dream turned nightmare.

And yet here he was. Standing next to him. Ethereal and beautiful as ever. That same smile, same gentle tone. Was he going insane? Did he miss his king so much that he truly was starting to see him in such moments as this?

"Izana?" Came choked and unsteady breath. He wanted to reach out. To lunge and hug the boy as tightly as he could. But something was holding him back. Something about this in his mind wasn't connecting. It was horrid, seeing him here and being unable to touch him, to feel the breath of his laugh.

His name made him flinch. That name, in that disapproving tone. Did Izana know? Had he come to scold him for the intrusive thoughts in his head. Thoughts that manifested whenever he was particularly alone, when the loneliness gripped at his heart with nails and fangs and made it ache beyond words.

"I..." Kakucho's shoulders sank. Looking back up at the rooftop once more. He couldn't tell him face to face. Not looking into those same lavender eyes that he once knew.

"Sometimes I think about it. Our time up there, I think there's nothing left for me here. It's gone, it left when you did. I think about how worried I was that you might jump when we were up there... and I think about it. What it might be like to join you one last time. To hold your hand in my mind and just... let it all go."

From the corners of his eyes, tear glistened. He felt exposed, ashamed. Like he had betrayed the one person he cared for more than anything by even thinking such horrible thoughts. Here Izana was, in Kakucho's weakest moments, here and scolding him for what he had imagined.

"You came to stop me, didn't you?" Tears that now streamed down his face were wiped away by his sleeve. His voice shaking, hands joining suit. "I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I'm just..." So lonely. "I don't deserve this life you gave me. And yet I can't do anything but live it because of it. What kind of fucked up irony is that? Wishing every day that I was strong like you. Wishing that this was all some nightmare that I could wake up from if I only knew how. Izana..." Help me

[tracedinairlwa]

Fiction Chapter 29 aka Diana has another breakdown heehoo

[lovelymindofviki]

the giver

i have realised that i am unlikeable to many, friends and lovers never found me naturally, i have tried so hard all my life! i have closely watched and remembered

•favourite colours •the outfits i wore when they called me pretty •favourite songs •the jokes i made when they laughed loud still there are people unimpressed (what a try hard ) how do i accept that the love i give won't give back ? 

[stinkykittypet]

How do I know everyone around me is truly conscious and this world isn't just a figment of my imagination or that everyone else isn't in their own reality and I'm in here

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[bigolialragu]

dungeon meshi as my favorite new girl scenes (and i change drawing process halfway through sshhh dont be scared its normal i swear)

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

going through my old journals as part of therapy homework and i'm reading a section written in the emotional wreckage of a full-on breakdown when i get hit with this line:

There is never a satisfying answer to ‘Why didn’t they love me?’

like wow babe. good fucking point

[bizarrequotesoutofcontext]

i have a new clothing brand: upwest