TUMBLR ATE MY ASK ISTG anyway. do you think commie would look down at ancom's body - with remorse but no regret, because it was always going to go like this, because ancom's death was necessary. do you think he would say something, to the colorless corpse. do you think commie would tell ancom he loved qim. do you think commie would try to say sorry, at the very least, because what else is there to do? sorry. not real in the slightest. but commie just wants to see - maybe there is something there, maybe he will feel regret and have that if nothing else, maybe ancom's eyes will flutter open and green will seep back into qim as if nothing ever happened, as if this is fixable - obviously not. because when the word falls from his lips it just feels dirty. like a trick to manipulate someone who could never hear it. because commie isn't sorry. apologies are for when you wish you could take it back. apologies are for when you aren't going to do it again. but he wouldn't and he will. this is how it was always going to happen, remember? so. as commie does best. he picks up a shovel and starts to dig. ancom liked the flowers, after all. the grave isn't an apology, but he hopes, as he lowers qui into the ground, it's an act of compassion. a concession to qim. the worst kind, of course - useless compassion, concessions to those who can't register them anymore (he imagines ancom's voice, thanking him, and it's not something he should be allowed to have even in fantasy.) - but, it's something, right? / he covers qim with dirt and knows that it isn't.

(help why did you make me write centricide fic for the first and last time)

Ive said this before but swear the biggest skill to learn as an adult is how to resist high-pressure sales tactics. You do NOT have to answer questions with anything other than "Sorry I'm not interested." No matter how nice they are or no matter how many follow up questions they ask or even how agitated they get when you stand your ground. Just keep saying I'm not interested. Don't answer their questions. Don't give them an opening to try to push back on your reasons. Be a fucking brick wall of I'm not interested.

i cant stop thinking about a post by @possamble so i made this

inspired by this

based on a fanart by BugsGay on twitter

i was cuddling with my boyfriend last night when his shoulder started tensing up (like he was readjusting or gently pushing me off) and when i asked him if he was okay or needed me to move or something he went “no you’re fine, i was just imagining myself pulling a large rope. i didn’t even realize my shoulder was doing that lmao” then refused to elaborate and i have never been as attracted to him as i was in that moment.

happy new year, y’all

The math just adds up!

We need to go back to using sailing ships full time like immediately. Yes it would take longer to get places but the Aesthetic is unmatched

Like there is nothing sexier hthan this

The bisexual to aroace pipeline is pretty much having the right idea and coming to the wrong conclusion. Yeah buddy you're not straight and you're also not gay. No not like that though, the other way around

please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!

I could think of no better way to share the news than this!

So when I was 17, my cat went missing and I'd given up hope of ever seeing him again.

Until on Monday, 27th of May, 2024, my friend sent me a FB post asking 'isn't that your mother?' about the person named on the microchip.

Here he is! 16 years old, and found safe, twelve whole years after he went missing!

Yesterday (Tuesday the 28th of May, 2024) I went to the rescue that had him, and I reclaimed my boy, renaming him Artie! (He'd originally been called 'Cat' because my mother and I couldn't decide on a name)

He's home safe with me now, currently inhabiting my bathroom and purring up a storm every time someone goes in there!

I'll be doing slow introductions between him and my current cat to give them the best possible chance of living in harmony!

Here's some pictures of Artie once we let him out of the carrier:

if someone told me my blood smelled and tasted good i would be over the moon. this is on account of my nature

can you believe that we have fanfiction. that we have websites dedicated to fanfiction. that there is a place that you can go and read tens, hundreds, thousands and thousands of pieces of writing that strangers have made. people who are not "writers". people who come home at the end of the day and have feelings and say, i am going to put that into words. i am going to share those words. short, long, sweet, sad, horny, funny, wonderful words. we are all just human and we all love to make and remake and share that with others. can you believe that.

SHE'S HERE!!!!!!!!!!

that chimera ain't right