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meridasthoughts · 1 year

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when andrew joseph minyard found out he could get his ears pierced he went all in. i’m talking like 8 piercings per ear all at once, which if you take into consideration that he wears an helmet 6 out of 7 days of the week per multiple hours, is the exact recipe for a sweet infection

the first time he changes his piercings his ears are irritated per se, once he starts wearing his helmet for consecutive days on the already irritated ears, everything goes to shit

his ears are swollen

he decides to tackle this issue when it really starts to affect his sleep schedule, he tries to twist the earrings and wash with a solution his piercer gave him

he can’t

it’s too swollen, he tries again and again, and as small as they are, these holes are fucking painful. but then remembers he has a boyfriend. so he calls said boyfriend and just says ‘i need help’ and hangs up

now, neil was at the library, on the opposite side of campus when he gets the call. he panics. when was the last time andrew asked for help? never that’s when it was

so he panics

he is running across campus. the cross country team is trembling on the sides. neil is not even sure his feet are touching the ground

he barges into their room, his panicked voice calls for andrew, in response he gets half a ‘bathroom’ neil almost kicks this other door down

why there were so many doors between them?

he enters and his eyes scan andrews whole body and then the entire room, for blood or any sign of injury or a threat. he comes up with nothing, the only off thing is andrew holding his ear and pouting

andrew joseph minyard was pouting

‘i can’t twist it’ was all andrew said

neil managed a strangled ‘what’ his lungs were just now catching up with the marathon he just ran

and then andrew catches up with neil’s scared eyes and his almost non-existent breath ‘did you ran?’

‘you said you needed help’ neil was still bending over himself, hands holding his weight on his knees

‘oh’ andrew took half a step towards him ‘wrong choice of words, it’s just my ears’ the most innocent voice neil ever heard coming out of andrew

at that there was nothing neil could do but smile, stand up straight, close the distance between them, kiss andrews temple and get to work on his piercings

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blueingsfairy · 1 year

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i will accept and forgive and understand anything neytiri throws at spider because it comes from a place of trauma and considering what humans have done to her people is understandable. jake sully however, is human, i don’t care how blue he is. he referring to spider as a pet will not be forgotten. i will be watching him with a microscope next movie and i’ll choose violence. jake is literally the only character that i expect to treat spider better i don’t care.

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sodamors · 8 months

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to be demon

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

read at your own risk. it is bad.

this fic is in the povs of Karaku and Aizetsu, being reunited after years of separation.

> recollecting them took a while. maybe I’ll write about it in the future.

> I recommend skimming through that post before you read this one, since it provides a little more context. And angst.

his muscles ache with weariness; the day before had been full of struggle. unfamiliar figures grabbing him from everywhere, a sharp pain on his neck and chest, an overwhelming sensation of lethargy. karaku vaguely recalled getting his bounds removed, and scolds himself for having not attempted to escape. and now he is shackled once more, albeit with stronger, more reinforced chains.

the door slides open. even if he wanted to, he couldn’t bolt out and escape. his entire body felt so heavy — what had they put in him? this was maybe the worst sedative he’s been dosed with yet.

a figure steps into the room, but their voice is only muffled to his ears. he couldn’t even try listening. hazily, his eyes threatening to close, he looks up at them. they have gloves on, reeking of the same antiseptic causing him a headache. as they touch him, he flinches, their cold fingers biting his skin. they speak again, but he doesn’t catch anything.

soon enough, they turn away, only to return with a new item in hand. it’s the same colour as his bounds, a circular shape.

they click it around his neck.

oh. his heart sinks. he knows what it is, and he hates it. the collar buzzes quietly against his skin, not having been activated, but threatening to. karaku can’t help but let out a whimper.

soon enough, the figure leaves the room, the door shutting with a click. he lays there, cold and alone, for what seems like an eternally. the air conditioning blows icy air onto his bare skin, biting him, making him shiver. huddling against the lifeless metal wall does nothing to warm him. his chains restrict his movement, and every time he tries to get a better position, his collar hums, reminding him to behave.

but i am behaving. right? i havent disobeyed anyone. karaku drowsily thinks to himself, as he sticks closer to the corner of the room. his stomach grumbles, but he ignores it. he always does.

aizetsu whines as another needle pierces his neck, never getting used to the stinging sensation. he tries to writhe, but the straps bind him tightly to the table, holding his limbs in place. a cold metal disk presses against the skin over his heart, his heartbeat resonating in beeps from a nearby monitor. his breaths are short and panicked, eyes darting everywhere, pleading with all the onlooking scientists.

but as usual, they don’t care. one steps forward to inject an all-too-familiar purple substance into him, the needle pricking the soft flesh of his chest. aizetsu hisses, tears starting to form, as the same burning feeling grows from the needle.

what even was the point of repeatedly injecting him with wisteria? they already know its effects. it burns his insides, makes him scream and squirm, body shivering and trembling from the horrible feeling of getting melted from the inside to out. his back arches off the table as he tries, even if absolutely impossible, to shake the white-hot sensations ripping through his being. aizetsu screams and cries, tears streaming down his face, unintelligible sounds resonating from his throat.

he sounds so weak. from the esteemed rank of upper moon four, he’s been reduced to near nothing, by horrid humans and their blasted plant. aizetsu gasps for air even if he wishes dearly to just suffocated, die, and for this all to just end.

as usual, the pain lasts days. his intestines rip and tear, flaring wisteria rupturing his tired body. scientists come in and out the room to take their notes, nodding away as if he wasn’t wailing for them to spare him. as if he was a document of some sort, and his agony was of no existence.

and when it does stop, he’s left gasping, heaving for air, cheeks damp, throat raw. they’ll put the shock collar back on him, and toss him back to his cell, where he belongs. the cold ground greets his sensitive skin with a bite.

a piece of meat is tossed before him. he must eat it, or risk electrocution. the scientists make him regenerate fully before they use him again — it’s an endless cycle, and he can do nothing about it.

as he slowly chews on the thick, tasteless meat, he catches a scent.

it’s terribly familiar.

that’s strange.

slowly, he looks over to where he smells it from. The medical white corridor, outside the bars of his cell, looks back at him. there’s nothing to look at — only other cells, which he’s been shown are empty. he’s in one of the more reinforced holding areas, because of his demon rank. even if it clearly meant nothing anymore.

the scent still remains. a rusty, familiar tinge to a whiff of matcha leaves. he has smelled this before, because his head says it’s a sign of solidarity. solidarity for what? no idea. but it’s something.

aizetsu continues chewing on his rubbery food, looking down dejectedly. maybe this was another of the more psychological experiments the scientists had planned.

those were always the worst. they’d make him watch some weird animation, and suddenly he was seeing nothing but live eyeballs in the corner of his eyes. they’ll play a strange noise, and soon enough, whenever he heard it again, he’ll instantly vomit. the worst part about them was he never knew what was going to happen. at least the wisteria injections had a routine.

the smell is too vivid. aizetsu stops eating completely, head more raised, body on alert. why is it getting stronger? why does he care, anyway?

out of a rare instance of curiosity, he brings himself closer to the bars as much as his chains allow. straining his arms and raising his neck, he looks over at the cell across his.

someone does lay there, and they stare back at him.

the voice is hoarse. “zetsu?”

“k-karaku?” oh my god. oh my goodness, oh my. oh my god. aizetsu brings himself further, pulling against his restraints. he wants to shout so bad. karaku, are you alright? karaku! But if his voice were to go any higher, his collar would spare him no mercy.

“hey, ‘su,” karaku says groggily, eyes half open, but desperate. his poor blue baby brother, stuck so close yet so far, shivering and cold. it’s been far too long. he had so much to say — so many apologies, wishes, screams and cries. so badly did he want to just rip away from his shackles, run over and embrace the other, apologising as much as he could. promising protection and care.

but his body refuses to move. the sedative is too strong. Karaku curses himself for being so useless.

“karaku, don’t shout or move too much,” aizetsu whispers a warning. he caught the familiar shade of black latched to karaku’s neck, and feared for the worst. “it activates with loudness, and a high heart rate. okay?”

“okay,” karaku replies slurred. “thank you.”

“please don’t thank me,” aizetsu feels tears threatening his eyes again. “don’t. i really don’t deserve it. I’m so sorry.”

“no,” karaku does his best to shift closer, seeing how much aizetsu was straining, despite how heavy his body feels. “don’t… apologise. ‘s not your fault. been too long. miss you.”

“I… i miss you. I miss you too.” and so the tears fall, and he cannot wipe them away. the corridor is soon filled with aizetsu’s strained sniffs, and karaku’s soft coos, doing his best to assure the other everything would be alright. even if it hasn’t been, for 17 years.

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farthaz · 3 months

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Top Shadowheart supremacy

#she tops everyone #change my mind #no you can’t #and if you do top her #it’s because she let you to #shadowheart #i love her #selunite shadowheart

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4-lemurs-in-a-trench-coat · 4 months

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She’s giving gaslight

She’s giving gatekeep

She’s giving girlboss

#annabeth chase #I can explain #no you can’t #I know you #no you don’t #ICONIC #She’s my girl I love her #she’s such a 12 yr old girl with the fatal flaw of pride #percy jackson #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #my stuff

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plushiesbeloved · 6 months

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I believe a hug from these guys would fix me

#can you tell I haven’t hugged anyone in a while #no you can’t #my art #submas #this was done in a very quick manner as I got the overwhelming urge to draw it

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cryingprincess13 · 4 months

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#femcel #sadgirl #coquette community #coquette #girlblogging #lana del rey #sadcore #gone girl #it girl #coquette dollete #lizzy grant #manic pixie dream girl #girlblog #sadnees #mother issues #mammy issues #depressing post #i can fix her #no you can’t

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gracie81 · 1 year

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“I can fix them ”

Hmm I don’t think you can.

Art by loulettesmallshop on Etsy.

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novafire-is-thinking · 1 year

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Me waiting for the perfect opportunity to use my new Drift reaction gifs

#I have reached the next level of memelordship #now watch me go through MTMTE page-by-page and make reaction gifs to fit a myriad of situations #can you tell I’m running away from writing?#no you can’t #you’re not seeing this

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buttertrait-old · 1 year

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main character energy

#also if you can see her hair clipping through her jacket in the mirror #no you can’t #ts4 #ts4 cas #ts4 screenshots #ts4 screenies #the sims 4 #sims 4 #my sims #the sims community #simblr #maxis match #maxis mix

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antvnger · 1 year

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#ask scott lang #scott lang #ant-man #anon asks #Eeww #no #no you can’t #lol #hair #chewing hair #never thought I’d make that a tag #ant man #antman

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cloudbattrolls · 11 months

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@raitrolling

(Looks at her trauma) sure you can, catboy

#no you can’t #her ex didn’t and he didn’t try. but then Hap Ret was a lot more chill.#which was good and bad.#Ullane has at least admitted in therapy that if she dated pale again she would not only need someone who put her at peace #but who held her to task #her ex ash was decent at that. but you know. he broke up with her because he knew he couldn’t be around enough.#at least he admitted that lmao unlike Hap who just ditched

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ameliora-j · 2 years

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#will keep you updated #if you can see my instagram handle in this #no you can’t

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hauntingyourself · 6 months

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Are people with large beds not afraid of a ghost crawling in with them? I would be

#I’m talking about those massive ones you see in luxury bedrooms #‘you can’t make every textpost about ghosts’ yeah I can #mine

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brawnie · 1 month

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*grabbing mlm shippers by the shoulders* guys nobody needs to be the twink. nobody needs to be the sub. nobody needs to be the femboy. they can both be big fat hairy men who bask in each others masculinity or they can both be unspeakable monstrous creatures with inhuman genitalia it’s okay I’m holding your hand. Let me show you the way

#shipping #this is about a lot of ships #so I’m gonna tag a few #zosan #zolu #destiel #radioapple #I’m not saying you can’t play around with these themes man #I just feel like they’re shoehorned in so often #lawlu #davekat #pepsicola #sabriel #lgbt #fandom #dirkjake #10k #20k #1k

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cordspaghetti · 2 months

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some more of these two

#i meant to draw about the you know Landscaping Process next but it turns out i can’t pull a whole lawn makeover out of my ass #that will have to wait until i know how plants work #so for now just a little exchange. i’m in deep 🤕#x #digital art #bslc

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