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love4-bunny · 4 months
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fishingforwords · 10 months
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hold on for better days.
neil hilborn, our numbered days || matt haig, reasons to stay alive || jenny holzer, survival series || tom odell, best day of my life || mary oliver, invitation || unknown ||
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tuiskuh · 3 months
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A weird dream from a few days ago I could not stop thinking about and had to make into a comic
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madcat-world · 1 year
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In a Dream - Alexey Egorov
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pilesofpokes · 3 months
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Pokémon  Lapras In a Dream Plush Doll 25cm
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apoemaday · 2 years
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In a Dream
by Anna Akhmatova
The dark and solid separation I’m carrying equally with you.
Why are you crying? Come Give me your hand instead-- Promise again To come in dreams.
You and I Are like grief and the mountain-- We will not meet In this world. But sometimes Will you send across the stars A sign?
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poisonedprose · 1 year
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₊˚✧ you drew stars around my scars
mike wheeler x gn!reader fluff/comfort
warnings: 1k words, season 4, self harm (on thighs), insecurity because of it, long haired reader (long enough for a ponytail), kinda ooc (i live in delusion)
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the basement lights were off. you persisted that they were off. it was the middle of summer, the heat taking over every single part of your being. your complaints and groans of discomfort didn't go unnoticed by mike. "if you're that hot maybe you shouldn't be wearing sweatpants." it was absentminded and probably a joke, but you couldn't help the anxious feeling that bubbled inside you.
you thought about taking him seriously, taking your pants off to replace them with an old pair of shorts that don't fit mike anymore that his mother was probably going to donate, but it made your skin crawl with discomfort. you laugh at the comment, probably too long after the comment was even said. mike brushed it off, not caring to question why you laughed a whole 4 minutes later.
you really didn't want to give in to the heat, but your pants were sticking to your legs and your hands were clammy and you were sure you could see the sweat starting to form on your forehead. mike may be oblivious sometimes but he noticed the way you swiped your palms against your pants to wipe the sweat off and the way you put your hair into a ponytail, which you never did. the fan was already on the highest it could go, so he didn't know what to do besides suggesting to take your pants off again.
"i have shorts you can wear you know, or you can even borrow some of nancy's. i'm sure she wouldn't mind." he had a concerned tone in his voice, it's not like he wanted you to die of a heat stroke in his basement. you thought for a moment, the heat clouding your thinking abilities. you sighed as you came to a conclusion. 
that was 10 minutes ago, the lights are now off and your sweat pants on the couch as mike hands you a pair of his old shorts. "why do the lights have to be off?" he questioned, dumbing it down to his partner didn't want him to see them changing, but still asking out of sheer curiosity. you took a moment to answer, coming up with the best excuse you could. 
"the lights produce heat, so it'll be cooler with them off." it wasn't a complete lie. it was true that light sources produce heat and with them off it might cool the room down but it was a lie to say that was the reason. he nodded as if that made total sense to him and sat down on the couch, folding your pants and placing them on the armrest. you sat down next to him, now focused on the tv that was playing a movie that you couldn't be bothered to focus on, bigger things to address. 
half an hour had passed. you could feel the relief in your body, your secret was still safe. the more the movie played the closer to mike you got. it wasn't on purpose, you weren't even really aware you were doing it. he didn't mind though, welcoming you with a hand on your thigh. fuck.
suddenly the movie was boring again and the room was just as hot as before. you didn't move, seeing if mike had any sort of reaction to the slightly raised bumps on your thigh. he seemed focused on the movie and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. you were silently thanking mike for his obliviousness, for once it was coming in handy. 
but all feelings of celebration went out the window as mike rubbed his thumb along your thigh. he didn't turn to look but you could tell he was trying to figure out what was on your thigh. you bit your lip as you tried to figure out a way to get his hand off of you with suspicion but unfortunately, mike didn't wait for you to figure it out. 
"what's on your leg?" he still didn't look. you were grateful for that fact but the gratefulness was ambushed with fear and anxiety. you don't say anything, so he looks at you, unsure if you heard him over the television. "y/n?" you still don't say anything, your eyes locked with his. your eyes welt up with tears unbeknownst to mike due to the darkness of the room. "nothing." you whisper in a desperate attempt. 
it doesn't take a genius to figure it out. the combination of the bumps and your reaction and suddenly mike feels like the worst boyfriend ever. you could practically see the gears in mike's head turn as he tried to figure out how to make the situation less uncomfortable. his mind was racing with thoughts and realizations. 
you tried to contain your tears, but they fell anyway, catching glimpses of light from the moon. "hey, hey," he tried to console, his hand coming off of your scar-filled thigh and resting it on your face. you were embarrassed over anything, your darkest thoughts engraved on your legs that were now on display. "baby, look at me." you didn't want to comply to his request, you wanted to run out of his house and off the edge of the world.
he didn't let that happen though, instead moving his hand to your chin and gently turning your face to look at him. you couldn't look him in the eye, opting for his nose or even his mouth as he spoke. "are you alright?" you didn't expect that to be the first thing he said. you expected curses and words that were sure to cut deeper than the scars on your legs. 
you nod, not trusting your voice. he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. he didn't ask any more questions, not that he didn't care but he knew you'd tell him when you were ready. he peppered more kisses on your face and you laughed. he smiled at the sound of your laughter. "i love you." he didn't say it often, maybe a total of 3 or 4 times within your long-term relationship, but he meant it with every fiber of his being.
and to prove it he sunk to his knees, pushing the fabric of the shorts up ever so slightly. he leaned down, letting his lips leave delicate kisses on each of your scars. you watched with awe in your eyes. he wasn't mad or disgusted or annoyed. you couldn't love this boy anymore even if you tried.
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esuemmanuel · 7 months
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Ya hay gajos de lluvia en la distancia.
Already there are rain clusters in the distance.
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flowrfae · 10 months
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verymetalvery · 6 months
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Troye Sivan's Something To Give Each Other (2023) artwork with titles
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pixiefms · 2 years
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Hinata Shouyo (circa 2016-17, colourised)
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showerbythesun · 23 days
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ame-in-the-rain · 4 months
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happy birthday to marco (and valerie!!!) iris and i celebrate this by drawing one of the only oingo boingo albums that isn't released on january 1st
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yagodnyizefir · 7 months
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What does it mean
I never summoned Arjuna & Li Shuwen....
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pigeons-official · 2 months
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Dreams are so weird cause why the fuck did I have a dream about giving birth to a stillborn child. Ngl that was disturbing and the dream-me and the just-woken-up-me was DEVASTATED
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heavenly-haunted · 11 months
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Caleb Cohn you will always have my heart
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