in internet posts it is easy to cut them out of your life. they are hurting you! they aren't listening to you!

they held your hair back. they lent you lipstick. they held your hand at the train station and got you home safe. they rounded on your bully, got loud, said get fucked, spitting-mad in your defense.

they also cut the hair off again. told you that you should really think twice before wearing something like that. took you for granted. took your insecurities and threw them in your face again.

you know logically it should be easy. all the internet advice comments always read it will feel better. like an equation - if a person is rotten, you just remove them. you pull the tooth that's hurting.

but it was never a big flare-up moment. you don't live in a sitcom. they never tried to take your boyfriend or steal from your apartment. they showed up to birthdays and they wrote songs about you and bring you water without you asking. once you found out they carry an emergency inhaler for you, even though you haven't had an asthma attack in years - just in case.

where is the line? people fuck up. sometimes they fuck up badly. sometimes people have raw personalities, like a powerline, and being around them is dangerous. addicting. sometimes they can't help themselves, but you know they're trying. sometimes they are just rough-around-the-edges. sometimes they don't even realize how they sounded when they said that. sometimes it's just - you've both loved each other for so long now, the way this thing hurts goes back to the root.

and that's the fucked up part. you have pushed your fingers against the sweetheart of memory. things these days are electric, tense, harrowing. they didn't used to be. there were a lot of good days in there. sometimes you want to just close your eyes and say can this be over yet? do we still need to be fighting?

doing that would give up any chance you get of getting an apology, but you don't always know that you need an apology, you love them. once they flaked on your birthday party. once they told you to get over it, people are always dying. they also let you crash on their couch for a week after the breakup, handfeeding you when you were so sad you couldn't eat. they are also judgmental about everything, occasionally react to banal statements with an attitude that is weird and fiery. they also love you like a lighthouse sometimes, so strong they cut the storm like lightning.

but the problem is that you might be storm. you might be the thing that needs breaking. what if you are two forces who are desperately, horribly drawn to each other, shaped by the other person's passions, and both good for each other and bad in equal measure.

what if you're both just people, and you're no saint neither.

just cut them off! swallowing the saltwater, you catch yourself in the mirror. you've been shaking more than usual. there's an ache in you that is oblique, loud, impossible to soothe. is this what it looks like? when life is "easier"?

your mouth will always have a hole, is the thing, if you remove the tooth.

fishbone corset

calling it right now that season 3 starts like this

let's play maiden dissection

sister of four younger brothers = violence at every corner

say what you want about svsss but hands down the most distraught i have ever been while reading a mxtx novel is after the bing-ge extra. what do you mean he asked shen qingqiu to come with him. what do you mean “it’s not fair”. what do you mean he looked back.

So I had a dream last night about Armada MegOp:

The war is over and Op decides to step down as Prime. Only problem is, he forgot how incredibly short his Orion/Optronix frame was, like he’s a two heads shorter than Megs. So Megs has to carry him from time to time in crowded areas. Also I keep picturing Op being Megs’ unofficial secretary since he’s so good with the archives. So he’s basically doing paperwork (again) for Megs, and has a hard time keeping up cause of his tiny little legs.

Also I stand by the idea that without the Matrix, Op is more relaxed but he’s a total fucking gremlin to anyone that he deems fit as a proper target. Aka Megs most of the time.

Smol Op is smol.

luke and biggs… thoughts?

many thoughts + it means luke has a type

everyday i think about curt's fond, soft, endeared smile in reaction to Cynthia's delighted "is that owen? THANK GOD"

he's just like yeah :) it is owen :)

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i’m so tired….i want someone to lay next to me so i can cling onto them like a koala

How each of them pin you against the wall:

Why is listening to psy songs giving me so much energy to draw something like this lol

Daddymare belongs to Jokublog Killer belongs to RahafWabas Dust belongs to Ask-DustTale Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios

for my money, labru is head and shoulders above other ships involving them simply due to the unmatched yap potential, i imagine them feeding off each other's energy like they're slipstreaming in mario kart until they start going fast enough to break the sound barrier

Imagine being Akane Kurashiki, 12 years old, and you get visions of the future and it's of you ruining people's lives to save yourself. Would that fuck you up. Would you feel loved by yourself. Would you look at your future self, 9 years later, hurting these people because she loves you so much, and be able to forgive yourself for it? And of course it's not JUST you who's trying to save yourself--she's just setting up the pieces to save you, knowing that you're going through nearly unimaginable horrors in two realities at once, because she is you. She's the reason you can see both past and present, and she's the only one who can understand, and she will do anything to save you. To save herself.

In case you need a reason to watch Dead Friend Forever.

Just know that everyone is gay.

And they are all going to die.