#not happy about it

[existential-queeer]

Look I just really want Buck to get hit with that car (affectionate)

#FOR PERSONAL REASONS #NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT #THATS WHAT I WANT #911 #911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 6x04

[beemot]

#not happy about it #but ive been drawing it since 2018 #im just glad i actually finished it #my draws #bwb22 #*georgina × john #OC! NOT DEP :v #*far cry 5 #*georgina #*john seed

[zooophagous]

Hmmm. May have to bite the bullet and wandern off to start my own tattoo studio.

#not happy about it #but may have to #cant really afford it

[p3xxie]

Been super busy adulting 😕

#its been like a month since i posted anything #just been busy #super boring #not happy about it #ive been productive tho ig #me #mine #selfie #girl #boy

[dinosaurs-in-love]

Another Love Letter, I think?

Now there’s a boy, I won’t say his name but it lives in my mind and it doesn’t matter that we barely talk or that he most definitely doesn’t like me back. It’s his name on my mind, mouth, dreams and anywhere else it can go. I didn’t want to like him like I do, I was just fine before. Well, that's a lie, but it's not like he makes my day any better right? That’s what I tell myself when I look at him and my heart beats a little bit faster than before. It really wasn’t my intention to like him, it started as a joke, just looking at him in math class and spanish when I thought no one else was looking, but he just had to meet my eyes and in his eyes, I lost myself. I would make a fool of myself 10 out of 10 times if it meant he would look at me. I can’t tell this to my friends without feeling stupid but it’s true. When I can’t sleep it’s his instagram I look at and when I see him in someone else’s profile my heart aches. It’s not like he owes me anything I'm not his — no matter how much I want to be — but the soft feeling of betrayal is still there, no matter how unjustified it is. There’s so much more I want to say, maybe about his hair, that it just started growing back from an awful buzzcut, that wasn’t really all that awful, or about his voice that makes me melt and not think about anything else other then him saying my name in ways that are more indecent than I would like. But I can’t say those things because he really doesn’t like me back and I’m writing because I’ve never had to deal with rejection. It stings and hurts in a way I never felt before, but that’s alright because those stolen glances I take him in math and how I close my eyes when he speaks in Spanish so I can concentrate on his voice just a little bit more are enough for now. You could say that it’s my fault, that I don’t give him any opportunity to like me, because I barely talk to him but god when I look at him and he looks at me back I forget how to breathe and I wonder if I’ll ever be able to speak again. So it’s really really not my fault. I just wish he could look at me with the same softness in his eyes and make me his.

#hell is a teenage girl #im in love with him #not happy about it #fuck that

[chaoticeddie]

tumblr app updated without my permission 😔😔

#I've had auto updates turned off for ages #but I guess it just forced itself to update?? #not happy about it #although I do like seeing the little mutual sign in my notes

[4seasonsofart]

Touch Me Once, My Sweet Death

(Goddess of Life Canute x God of Death Thorfinn)

Among the edges of Vahalla lie two domains that lie just out of reach of all nine realms. The realm of that which makes life and the realm of that which allows death. Both realms are infinitely close to intertwining with each other, yet they are fated to never do so. Life may never touch death, lest life rot, and death may never touch life, lest death become obsolete.

The celestial growth of all life is a haven that sprouts up new flora everywhere that life walks. An eternal, shining light cascading down onto the peaceful realm that warms all life It's vibrant and lively, in a way that cannot be described to mortals. It is unreachable to anyone, but life—not even death—may touch the surface of these sacred lands.

Crystalline lakes run through the valleys that grant anyone who bathes in them eternal youth. Life is eternal here, yet it slips away so quickly from mortals. The fauna here is plentiful, and they spend their days grazing on the thriving flora. There is no darkness here, no night, and there is no need to rest or sleep as life is always alive.

On the opposite of the nine realms lies what has been corrupted and corroded. Eternal darkness and damnation flow through rivers of eternal crimson blood. There is neither ground nor any flora or fauna. All that lies in the realm beyond life and all is an all-encompassing darkness. A long trail of blood and tortured souls sorrowfully weeped the cries of the afflicted. The stench of rot and the vile of mankind permeate throughout the void.

There is neither breath nor air, yet somehow the sounds of the damned and the screeches of the night terrors echo across. This is the place of the god's fear—where they will end when Ragnarök comes. No one in Vahalla speaks of the void or how its power grows every passing day. No one has truly ever seen death except life; for a fleeting moment, a connection was formed. For when life and death intertwine, everything will end, and Ragnarök shall have begun.

There's a gap between the realms of life and death in Muspelheim. A land of fire and destruction that will help fill the void during the last days of the gods The God of Death, Thorfinn, spends most of his time there. He walks right to the edge, right where Muspelheim ends and the scared lands of life begin. He never reaches out—well, he almost did once—and he regrets it dearly.

He yearns for Ragnarök; he yearns for life; he knows that there is no higher power than him, yet he still wishes that he wasn't Death. He remembers the time of the old gods. When he and life were intertwined. He promised Canute that he would never leave, and yet now they are separated by an eternal blazing fire. Their union will kill all and cause all to fall, and all Thorfinn is able to do is wait and yearn.

The Goddess of Life, his goddess, his love, shows at the end of his sacred lands. He adorns a simple silken white dress, although his aura appears more holy than any other divine being. His cascading blonde locks sparkle like the crystalline waters of youth that he bathes in. His eyes were created out of the same hue as the sky; they are endless and freeing. They never fail to take Thorfinn's breath away. He needs neither a crown nor intricate runic symbols. He is God. He is free. He is true and ultimately divine beauty.

Death, in that moment, wishes to hide away. His body is scarred with runic symbols of terror and destruction. His blonde locks are matted with the souls of the innocent and as dry as the heat of the crackling inferno in which he stands. Surtr makes no move against death; even he is in awe and reverence for the being that occupies his lands so often. Still, all Thorfinn is able to focus on is the black garb that hangs limply off of him. No better than the clothes a mortal slave would wear. A tattered tunic filled with holes and scorch marks, matching trousers that cover his feet. He wears only black combat boots, a gift from a damned soul.

He is unable to compare himself to how pristine and angelic Canute appears. Even his bare feet look as if they were sculpted by a force greater than either of them. He wears no clothing below his ankles, as life is always connected to the earth around him. His goddess, his life, his yearning—and he is only... no better appearing than one of the Jötunn.

Canute knows that he is not allowed to take another step forward, so he falls on his knees. Life's sky blue eyes grow duller for a moment as all of the flora around him slowly wilts. "Touch me once, my sweet Death. I beg of you. I have been deprived of your love for so long."

"Torture me not, my love." Thorfinn croaks out with a tortured vocal inflection as he falls to his knees. His body is consumed by the hellish inferno, and yet he still feels nothing—he is eternal. He is part of Ragnarök; he will cause the end of Canute. He may never touch him, lest he kill him. "I need you. When shall I love you again?"

"You have never stopped loving me. Touch me, please, my sweet Death." Canute begs with his harmonious cords as his hand so foolishly reaches out towards Thorfinn.

So tempting.

One inch away and his love shall embrace him.

"Thorfinn, please, I may die without you."

"You will die with me." Thorfinn shrieks the pain of his for once instead of being afflicted, even if it doesn't feel so. He doesn't want to be dead. He doesn't want to be immortal. He wants to be human. He wants to be human. He wants...

"Keep me close, my sweet Death." Canute speaks in the desperation of a mortal, begging for their life from their superior. Canute closes the gap and he embraces him after many millennia.

Death weeps, for life now rots in his arms. Canute keeps himself imprinted on Thorfinn. Life allows itself to play into Death's hands. He screams, he shouts, he shakes Canute, and he curses. Canute rots. His vibrancy is quickly fading, as life does in all nine realms.

"Stay strong, my sweet Death."

#vinland saga #gay #viking gays #canfinn #canute x thorfinn #thorfinn x canute #thorunte #references to Norse mythology #oneshot #vinland saga fanfic #not happy about it #didn't turn out like I wanted it to #enjoy it

[suashii]

no one talk to me, jeonghan cut his hair 💔

#☁︎ manon's mind #also hi good morning #i woke up at 5:30! #don’t know why #not happy about it #but it happened #so i’ll probably nap today :3

[regalityandcoffee]

One day I'm gonna have to answer the question of do I actually want to fuck Mox or do I see him as like a friend brotherly guiding figure and I do NOT have the energy for it today

#regality rambles #same thing with William #not happy about it

[xcleanx]

going to the dentist tomorrow

#not happy about it #🥲

[niceboyeds]

on Thursday the temp is going to drop from 70° to 28° and i think that’s very rude

#the power grid is gonna fail again #not happy about it #but at least i can wear my sweaters #lys’s nonsense

[beemot]

#another one from like 2018 #not happy about it #but i just want to get rid of it already #*georgina #my draws #bwb22

[waitwhathelp]

I’ve been sent back to my hunger games era. I’m not ready to talk about it yet but it’s getting easier every day.

#not happy about it #it’s like being in timeout #the hunger games #hunger games #books #alicia hail #TikTok did this to me

[invisiblemonsters]

just remembered that my chemical romance is one of the best bands of all time

#Not happy about it

[cowlovely]

when you have to sleep at the sleepover >:(

#ivy.txt #not happy about it #hopefully i can fall asleep fast wish me luck 🤞

[joekabox]

Did I miss a thing where Phyrexians became a race proper in mtg lore?

I was kind of under the impression they were more akin to a zombie virus, with the oil controlling its host to further spread its influence. Like a cordyceps fungus.

Any illusion of free will being ultimately the oil skewing the mind to believe whatever its host needs to to keep spreading.

#mtg #seeing drama on my dash #not happy about it