I've really wanted to draw @canisalbus's dog boys, and I finally got the chance to! Big big fan of these gay dogs, I'm soft for them.

last night i dreamt that somebody loved me

golden rays peeked through the gap in the curtains, as a soft, warm breeze passed through the room, causing your eyes to flutter, yet stay closed, wanting to bask in the feeling of him, for just a moment longer. strong arms had found themselves around you, pulling you into his firm chest, while his head was buried in the crook of your neck. gentle hands trailed up and glided through his inky hair, as he sighed and pressed a kiss wherever his lips could find.

it was a peaceful moment — one you often had, before it would all be broken, taken away from you. but, it was nice. it was nice to forget about all the horrors your job entailed, to have aaron.

you turned to lay on your side, wanting to take in his features, as you always did, to remember them well, before he left.

you loved how his eyes shone like honey, when the sunlight hit them just right, and how they crinkled at the corners, as he grinned down at you, before giving you a soft kiss.

a faint buzzing from your nightstand interrupted your blissful morning.

no longer were you basking in the glow of sunrise, no longer were you enveloped in warmth, no longer did you have aaron.

you put the phone on loudspeaker, and you listened to his monotone voice fill the empty room, staring blankly at the wall, while you rest your head on your knees.

whenever you awoke, you wondered when it’d be the last one — when you wouldn’t have these illusions of a life with a man you could never have.

it was the same old dream. where you’d share soft, intimate moments with one another, but he’d never talk. you’d never hear him whisper sweet nothings into your ear. maybe it was because you had come to terms with the fact that he would never be with somebody like you, so much so, that your mind couldn’t even imagine him saying those things to you.

when you walked into the conference room, your eyes met his, ones that were as hard and black as coal, a complete contrast to the soft honey-like ones, you had seen not so long ago. his frown didn’t waver, while he waited for the last few members of the team to show up.

and just before you were all sent to pack up and get ready for the jet, he asked you to stay behind, asking if everything was okay — even apologising for calling you in so early, when he knew you often struggled to sleep.

the way he spoke to you… the way he spoke to you was so soft, gentle, and you loved the way his brows slowly knit together in concern, it was as if he actually cared. but he didn’t.

he’s just your boss. he doesn’t want to see you lacking on the field.

you immediately disposed of any thoughts that were involved with him reciprocating your feelings, or else you’d be no better than the people you chose to hunt down for a living.

swiftly walking away from him, you missed the way his gaze lingered on you for a little too long, and missed the way his ears were tinged red when rossi caught him staring through the window.

it would be better to ignore the things that’d give you false hope. if you fell victim to them, you’d only be hurting yourself when met with rejection. aaron could never love you, he could never want to be with you.

so you’d go on, only having him in dreams, not wanting to shatter that conjured up thought of your aaron. after all, you’d rather live in the bliss of fantasy, than be met with the harsh truth of what you thought was reality.

Paul in 1971: “Dear friend, throw the wine

I'm in love with a friend of mine

Really truly, young and newly wed

Are you a fool, or is it true?

Are you afraid, or is it true?

• • •

John, in 1971, in response:

“I was feeling insecure

You might not love me anymore

I was shivering inside

I was shivering inside.”

oh so when basen rikuson and lahan don't understand something right away that's because they aren't jinshi or gaoshun but when that annoying girl en'en doesn't she's smart she just needs a little push ?????

BPD + Autism + ADHD culture is getting so physically overwhelmed with joy for your favorite character from your hyperfixation that it becomes overstimulating and you stop being able to speak because you're physically overwhelmed with the joy you're experiencing just thinking about HIM 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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re: that akutagawa x reader x dazai fic - does dazai end up having to pickup the slack for akutagawa’s attempt at aftercare or does he drag akutagawa back to do it properly? tbh im so interested in this poly’s dynamic !!

aaah i should really finish the two aku x reader x dazai oneshots i’ve got just rotting away in my docs for u then anon 。ﾟ(ﾟﾉД｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ ooh interesting question!! dazai would finish the job himself. akutagawa is too inept at it all, as far as Daddy dazai is concerned. there’s no way he could possibly handle something so special and important </3 and yes, these subtle yet sharp, passive-aggressive remarks about how akutagawa can’t do it, can’t clean up the mess he’s made, has to have Daddy do it for him like everything else, murmured out in condescending coos as dazai tends to reader (so sweet! so soft! so tender!), are also a part of his ‘punishment’; the psychological component. it further sows those bitter seeds of inferiority deep into akutagawa’s soul—so deep they’re irreversible, irrevocable, unremovable—as Daddy berates him in a gentle lilt, the causticity of his words contradicted by the clement tone as he reminds him that this is why he’s never allowed to play on his own; because he’s too incompetent to clean up his fucking messes properly </3

so so so interesting to me how ppl gauge alternate worlds and its reflections on a character on that scale of morally good versus evil...

Sword

Ask

Wonder

Land

:) I couldn’t pick just one word XD

(neither can I!) (heads up, disability AU! Context: Hyrule is mostly blind!)

Hyrule nodded to himself—the spots of dark magic he could feel were all dwindling, save the auras that hovered around Twilight and Four. The monsters had all been taken care of, and it seemed that nobody had been gravely injured this time around. He began to turn his attention to seeking out the other Heroes when a voice interrupted him.

"Hold on, Hyrule," Four all but snapped, making a lot of noise as he rolled over dirt and crunched leaves to get closer. "There's blood all over that sword. Clean it before you put it away."

"I can clean it later. Can't I?" Hyrule asked, pausing in his unconscious motion to sheathe his sword.

Four huffed in exasperation. "It's a wonder that you all have any non-magical swords left, the way you treat them. Here, let me have a look at it."

"You'd better, because I can't."

There was a pause, and then the joke landed. Four snorted, and something in his voice relaxed. "That's awful."

"Thanks." Hyrule smiled brightly in Four's direction.

"Now hand it over."

I swear she has me on a fucking choke hold I NEED TO LEARN MORE ABOUT YOU.

((btw credits to my friend @snakesinsocks2005 for the idea that she would have freaky demon eyes, and also thanks to her im obsessed with the healing head even more now <\3))

I haven't run out of monsters I like--not nearly--but the problem is that monsters I like tend to be mechanically unique or complex. It's hard to talk about monsters like that constantly without getting low on Write Juice! So I have to interspeed them with less complex critters now and then.

.. that being said, tomorrow's article is not short and simple.

i just found this scene very sweet

It’s so weird how Engage somehow made 3H discourse feel even more suffocating to me

my brother keeps being a bitch on purpose and it's really not helping

I went on a third date and had fantastic sex with an extremely attractive, thoughtful, sensitive guy who I wanted to be in a relationship with and all I actually came away with were weird hickeys and a UTI 🥲🔫

it pains me to say this (no it doesn’t) but the production designer and location manager, director, head writer and whoever else was involved in set design for the teen wolf movie… i’ve got beef with all of you.

I don’t want to go through two breakups. I know. I... I don’t like this at all, either. The thing about the medicine was a misunderstanding, a lack of communication. We have to talk to each other. Hey, you started with your tantrums! Yes, I know! I’m here to apologize and see how we can fix this, so that things can work out. I think we could start by telling each other everything about our babies. Yes. [beat] How are you? I miss talking to you, but I know... that this is for the best. I’m not ready. Regina’s tummy is doing much better. Aw, that’s good. Well, I’m off.