im so tired

but hwat if!!! what if!

love this mn so much so dearly he would absolutely stop to chec k his email or something on his phone while his lee is recoverin gand they try to geta way and he just wraps his arms around their waist and pulls them bafk like "and where do you think YOU'RE going?"

i need everyone to understand that this drag king demolishment is what their projekt rev stage persona was always meant to serve.

90% of gerard’s career has been boydrag and i am so glad she’s columbia-ing it the fuck up now

i hope i get hit by a car.

Oh.

Oh no.

I'm... actually really sad about this in a way that's hard to explain? Like, Sundream and Orangestar weren't close. Orangestar absolutely took her for granted, treated her badly, didn't respect her or her morals. But she never expected to have to bury her only surviving daughter.

I don't know that she expected losing Sun would hurt this way, if that makes sense?

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hi dear

no because i love anything domestic and mundane and with henry even more.

you know those sweet little things. like washing the dishes, drying them, cooking, glances across the room, reading quietly together, falling asleep on his lap, oh and if i saw one of those small smiles adorning his lips i would never stop grinning ( or sobbing) while looking at him ( honest id love to see what he'd do if he saw me staring at him with a big smile upon seeing one of his smiles). i so so so need this.

im violently sobbing rn

-A

i, too, am immensely fond of domesticity and the simple things, specifically applied to a character as cool and otherwise indifferent as henry. it's very mellowing, so tender, and comforting beyond all comprehension. i wholeheartedly love the few ideas you've pitched in the request, they're marvelous. let me see what i can conjure up on the basis thereof.

doing the dishes for him after a long, taxing day; knowing he is merely situated in the adjacent room, working; being reassured of the fact by the waft of smoke curling its way into the kitchen. washing mugs that previously harbored tea he'd made for you, precisely the way you like it; drying plates that were previously used to serve a meal you'd brought from home for the two of you, a loving gesture he appreciated so much he couldn't help but press a gratuitous kiss into your forehead, specifically because he had been so busy lately he couldn't even bring himself to cook. but there you were, swooping in, and saving him from the brink of giving up on himself once more.

finishing up the dishes and tiredly lowering yourself into his couch with a book as he sits at his desk in the same room and continues working on something so tremendously important to him. flicking through the pages placidly, calmly, at utter peace — lighting yourself a cigarette when and if you feel like it, having wordlessly snuck one from the pack of luckies lain by his dominant hand. indirectly and passively listening to how he breathes, how his pen scratches ink into the firm paper, how he turns over book pages of his own and sighs every now and again with a heaviness that awakens sympathy in you. all the while, you read, immersed in either a story to get your mind off of your studies or matching henry in productivity by reading something on the curriculum.

soon enough, he would rise, and flick off the desktop lamp — thereby marking his work time done for now. without detaching your eyes from your book, you'd know that his would be looking for you, only because mere moments later, you'd feel his tired, large frame sinking into the very same couch you're curled up on. he would gently grab hold of your legs and place them on his lap, tenderly caressing them through the dark tights posing a barrier between his digits and your bare flesh. you'd sigh, then, laying your book aside — only to be met with a mellow, soft glance exuding from him. he'd smile upon having locked eyes with you, albeit lightly — tiredly. that smile would simultaneously cause your heart to swell and bleed, aware of how much relief your presence provides him but also due to the bitter recognition of how much he needs said relief in the first place due to constantly being burdened and plagued by his studies, his environment, and his problems.

"read that to me, please," he'd request, then, nodding at the book you will have lowered in your lap. "and come a little closer, if you'd like."

because of his kind, meager proposition, you'd be propped against his shoulder, his arms tenderly encasing your body, in no time. you'd be lowly reading to him, regardless of whether he is familiar with the content of the book or not; he would merely delight in listening to the velvety, quiet flow of your voice. every now and again, his lukewarm fingertips would drift across the stretch of your arm, your waist, or your legs — whatever he will be holding onto. once you would end up falling asleep on him in this way, he would slowly lull you into a more comfortable position, and then light himself a cigarette — descending into contemplation and worry once more, ready for yet another sleepless night, which would merely be sweetened by your warm and comforting presence asleep in his grasp.

i can’t believe square enix separated them why do they hate me so bad

him...

I am a slave to Rock'n'Roll. TOM CRUISE as Stacee Jaxx, ROCK OF AGES (2012), dir Adam Shankman

today i managed to get sunburned on my lower back in upstate ny in march by digging up inconvenient grass to make way for a future sunflower bed. anyway happy lizard kissin tuesday!!!

The Beast In On His Chain (chapter 23)

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Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast Relationship: Lord Arum/Sir Damien, Sir Damien/Rilla, Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla Characters: Sir Damien, Lord Arum, Rilla, Sir Absolon Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, prisoner/guard dynamic, Dehumanization, (which feels like a weird word to use for a nonhuman person bUT. it’s what i got.), Despair, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, (EVENTUALLY!!!! it’ll take a while), Captivity, Suicidal Thoughts, (that will be a theme throughout. inescapable in this particular fic. alas.), Eventual Romance, (Yes the dynamics in this one are fucked. honestly i’m kinda Stretching my limits these days.), (having fun with it. fucking around. it’s fine.), Recovery, (eventually), Self-Reclamation Chapter Summary: Arum suggests a plan, and an uninvited party chimes in. Chapter Notes: i love them all so much is the thing, really. i don't think there's anything *new* to warn for, for once? I guess the ongoing implications of starvation/dehydration, but idk if you COULD have read this far if that was a concern.

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What ideas have you come to, for slipping your leash long enough to pay a visit to my swamp? Arum writes slowly, lazing back against stone as easily and casually as if across cushions, and Damien tries to smile.

"Well... all we've managed to think of thus far... I do have rather a large amount of leave time hoarded away that I have neglected to use for a number of years. A month or so off might not be all that hard to arrange."

Arum narrows his eyes, and then tips his head in an inordinately expressive way towards Damien, who flushes almost compulsively.

"What?" he asks, flustered. "A little time off with my fiancée should hardly be cause for any complaint."

After however long off your regular duty for your injury? Arum asks, one ridged brow climbing. And then what? Come back from your excursion miraculously "injured" again and request the same placement? It could not be more obvious, honeysuckle.

"More obvious," Damien scoffs. "Who in their right mind would assume that I would be doing- what I intend to do?"

Someone who thought I might have corrupted your mind, Arum writes, not breaking his glare. Someone afraid of what I might do if given a scrap of power again. Someone looking for a crack into which he may dig. Someone who will notice when I deteriorate again in your absence. Someone like Absolon.

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“I wouldn’t do this without you” “You make me better” “You are not alone, Sydney” what if i took a nap on the freeway?

um um um um um yelena using your face as a grinding pad while she holds kate at gunpoint and forces her to do everything painful sadistic thing to you that yelena had done to her

Thinking about [Choose Me] again.

Just want price to rescue me and we fall in love to be honest. Imagine him crossing all boundaries just to check on you after he’d just pulled you out of a hostage situation and accidentally ends up getting in too deep with you and completely falls in love with you ❤️

GOD SAME! the ultimate dream 🖤 you def have me so far in my feelings over this, op!

the only thing that will save me are the stories i made to live in when i was 11 and running around in the woods so i could stay out of the house as long as i could