honestly I'm glad I ate a big breakfast bc if I could count this day as fasting I wouldn't eat at all probably today. and honestly I just fuckin can't do it rn. i want this feeling to go away but idk how. I've eaten normally for months so why is it so hard now? I'm working so much this week so if I would go back I know I would pass out especially that I'm not used to skipping meals anymore. even when I'm not hungry I always eat breakfast as first thing in the morning and after some time the second one and ugh fuck I wanna die so bad why I can't even eat like a normal person why I have problems with everything why can't I just be normal

The fact that I can wholeheartedly enjoy ofmd and good omens and appreciate the angst because I KNOW there will be a happy ending.

See, I’ve never had that. None of us queer folks have ever had that.

an epistolary labyrinth of absences.

Phoenixflare Week || Day 4: Touch-Starved (pt ii) (long distance) Phoenixflare + So We Must Meet Apart

"In this light, two violinists faced each other—a man and a woman. The woman had her back to me. Their bows were like warped mirror images, one stretching out and up as the other pushed down and in, the two lines moving in relation. And in this manner, they made not the same music but an overlapping. I began to wonder in that moment (and I still wonder now) why my lips twitch at each discordant twoness. Is it joy? A grimace? Recognition?"

9 HOURS IN THE SALOJN AND IM FINALLY FREE………..

PINK HAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Y'all ever think about how Harry would describe his own skills? Since in canon, they're never referred to directly by their names. Here's some random thoughts:

Intellect

Logic: Common Sense; Puzzlehead; The One Who Draws My Conclusions

Encyclopedia: The Book Brain; The Worldy University; The Footnotes In My Mind

Rhetoric: Nuance; Goldenmouth; The One Who Speaks In Gold

Drama: The Thespian; The Muse; The Method Actor

Conceptualization: The Wordsmith; The Textured Brush; The Hand Which Writes My Poetry

Visual Calculus: The Numbers; The Calculator; The Mathematician

Psyche

Volition: The Crown; The King; The Lord Of My Impulse

Inland Empire: The Dreamer; Inland Empire; The Root Of My Psyche

Empathy: The Bleeding Heart; The Lover; The One Who Resonates With Others

Authority: The Captain; Toxic Masculinity; Make Papa Proud

Esprit de Corps: The Bröderbond; The Blue Radio Static; The Spirit Of Mine Loyalty

Suggestion: The Tempter; The Planted Seed; The One Who Plays Along

Physique

Endurance: The Heart; The Lungs; Determination Made Flesh

Pain Threshold: My Punctured Flesh; My Mental Anguish; Know Thy Limits

Physical Instrument: The Coach; The Throne; The Instrument Of My Body

Electrochemistry: The Urge; The Impulse; My Starving Dopamine Receptors

Shivers: The Beloved City; The Streets; La Revacholiere In Her Entirety

Half Light: The Fight; The Flight; The Impulse To Survive

Motorics

Hand/Eye Coordination: The Aim; The Trigger; That Which Holds My Hand Steady

Perception: My Eyes; My Nose; That Which Lets Me See The World At Its Most Fundamental

Reaction Speed: Reaction Without Thought; The Hastened Instinct; The Pen That Drops From My Desk—I Catch It Before It Falls

Savoir Faire: My Style; My Disco; That Which Guides My Feet. Savvy.

Interfacing: My Hands; My Mechanical Desires; That Which Makes Me Tinker

Composure: My Spine; My Level Head; Face It Like A Champion

The Sum Of My Parts

Ancient Reptilian Brain: The Ancient Dread

Limbic System: The Primal Instinct

my dad said i looked better when i was thinner 😭😭😭😭😭 CASUALLY!!! but it's going to live in my head for ages

feast dark choco nation, feast

ough, da husband

so soft, so comfy

I'll draw a version of him with a blanket and some hot coco later but for now enjoy your hubby @xaytheloser

I could not tell you why I decided to give him considerably longer hair in this image but like screw it man he's adorable and boy howdy do he be lookin' like his papa (I have no complaints about that I fuckin' love Cacao-)

“Dobro jutro,ljubi.” “Dobro jutro,sonček.”

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Gene: Pure tooth-rotting *FLUFF*

Summery: Just a glimpse of what a normal lazy morning looks like 4 the husbands ever,except it’s their half-year anniversary N after some reminiscing,Jan decides 2 ask his now boyfriend of half a year if he still remembers the morning after they became official,and boy does Nace remember~

Disclaimer: *All* of this is completely fictional and im not associating this with the real people whatsoever,I just like using these silly lil pretty Balkan men as my Barbie dolls,the moment either of them say their uncomfortable with fanfic im deleting the whole thing,k.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*🐈‍⬛🐕*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* This was it.By now it had been almost a whole year since Martin brought *him* to meet the boys,the man who would replace one of his best friends all so they could keep making music.Jan knew why he had to leave yet it still stung to say goodbye when Martin had been through basically *everything* with the band till now.But what Jan didn’t know back then,no matter how much he believed logic would *always* triumph over love,was that “the new Martin” would end up proving only *sometimes* logic can triumph over love,*especially* when it comes to his now boyfriend and bassist,*Nace Jordan.* Which is how he found himself here,snuggled up in Nace’s bed with an arm wrapped securely yet ever so gently around his slightly smaller frame,Ollie curled up near his legs and snoring just as loudly as a *certain* brunette who had a tendency of reminding him of the small creature sometimes.He slowly awoke to the sound of a familiar yawn which could only come from one person,the one who had been sleeping beside and stayed with him through every rough night for *months* now,and hopefully forever when he can finally afford to go ring shopping,only the best for *his* Nacko afterall and nothing less. Nace tossed onto his side so he could see that perpetually half asleep face he’d come to adore so *so* much,when said face asked him a question along the lines of: “Do you still remember the morning after we became..*this*?” Jan said to him,voice still raspy from sleep ,using his finger to point at himself than Nace. “You mean the morning after we fucked eachother’s brains out in some dingy club bathroom while the rest of the boys were shitfaced drunk N doing god knows what then you told me the first time we saw eachother you forget how to *breath*.” he chuckled which also elected a giggle out of Jan,a sound he would *love* to keep in a jar and listen to on repeat when he has a off day. “Forgetting how 2 breath wasn’t the first thing I did when we met,you know.” “Then what was?” “How to think after I saw ur tattoo sleeve up close for the first time during one of our first gigs together,you had *no* idea what that did to me back then.” slowly tracing along the ink that adorned his boyfriends arm,all away to his shoulder as he planted a kiss on one of the last ink covered patches on the others skin. “Buttt I do now,alot actually.” “How so?” Nace pulled him closer and whispered the answer into his ear,breath ghosting slightly over his lobe,making a small smile tug at his lips. “Cause of all the bite marks and hickeys I always find scattered on them the next morning~” it was Jan’s turn to laugh now when Nace started to place a trail of kisses down his ear.watching the tips go a dark shade of red which always looked good when he was the one wearing it. “Not like you can really blame me tho,tattoos are hot as fuck *especially* when they belong to my extremely sexy and beautiful boyfriend!” he cupped the boyfriends in questions face in his hands and just *admired* him till Nace spoke again. “And who’s that?” Nace questioned as if he didn’t know who he belonged to. “You.” were the only words that came out of Jan’s mouth before he kissed him,slow but it was one of the sweetest kisses he’d ever given,that’s only natural when ur man’s a literal *angel* with the softest lips known to man afterall. Tho it stared off as a innocent “good morning /wake up kiss” which *may* have led to a full on makeout session,both men stayed like that for awhile,only breaking the kiss so they could get some air in their lungs,gently pressing their foreheads together and staring into the others eyes for what could have been an eternity,not like either of them would mind of course. “Dubro jutro,ljubi.” “Dubro jutro,sonček.” And if Jan and Nace from half a year ago knew this is what that faithful day where Martin brought him into the studio to the boys would lead to,maybe getting a new bassist wasn’t the worst idea in the world afterall~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*💜❤️*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

(BIG BIG TY 2 ONE OF MY FAVE MOOTS @da-proti-toku-grem 4 ANSWERING MY ASK EARLIER N GETTING MY MOTIVATION 2 WRITE BACK INTO GEAR N HELPING WITH LAST MIN NERVES B4 POSTING!! 🥹🫶🥹🫶🥹🫶🥹🫶🥹🫶 ur truly such.a.f4n.*SWEETHEART* N I hope one day I can be just as good of a writer as U are! I fr always start kicking my feet N twirling my hair when I see U in my inbox,seeing the lil notification with ur user *ALWAYS* makes my day better + U were one of the first blogs i started following N was a huge idol of mine back when I was a lurker!! X33 luv ya Maca ,4 aslong as we have the boys and 4ever <3333333333)

hiiii

bonus:

it’s got me by the brain and it’s not letting go anytime soon

Anyone who writes transmasc! Reader fanfics deserves a sweet kiss on the cheek

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I think some people genuinely don't grasp the concept of "sensory issues" when it comes to things like food.

A food sensory issue is not "I don't want to eat that because it isn't my preferred flavor"

A food sensory issue is "something about the taste/texture/smell of this is incompatible with my brain and it makes me gag and if you try to force that into me I will choke on it and/or throw up"

A food sensory issue is "something set me off and now I can't eat for hours because I feel sick to my stomach and there isn't a way to fix that especially if the sensory trigger is lingering like a smell"

A food sensory issue is "you might as well have asked me to eat a bowl full of rocks because this is about as edible to me, no matter how much I wish that weren't the case"

A food sensory issue is "I haven't eaten anything decent in 3 days because I haven't had a chance to go to the store and I don't have anything left I'm physically capable of eating"

A food sensory issue is "I'm super fucking hungry but I took one bite and no matter how hard I tried to eat it I automatically gagged it back out because my body completely rejects it because of the taste/texture/smell"

A food sensory issue is "struggling to maintain a passable diet so you don't have a bunch of deficiencies because what you can eat is restricted"

Quite frankly, food sensory issues should really be treated similarly to food allergies in that you cannot safely try to trick or force a person to eat them.

started feeling insecure abt the fact the only thing i want to draw rn is toxinelle and griffe noir but then i realised wtf is the point of being able to draw if not emo versions of your blorbos

SAD!

Nightcord Kaito is actually my favourite virtual singer from project sekai. He’s so angry I love him. (I changed his hair to kinda resemble the character from the original Samsa mv)