#so there it is

[nerdgirlnarrates]

So a fun thing that came up in therapy is how I have a lot of trouble believing that I can be in a long-term loving romantic relationship and how that relates to being told over and over that going into medicine would make me difficult to marry. There were other things about me that garnered this criticism (I was a weird kid growing up and had the typical weird kid experiences that make you believe you're unlovable), but it mostly revolved around wanting to go into medicine, and it mostly came from my parents. There was a lot of fretting over how men would struggle with a woman having such a demanding career and how they would be emasculated by my salary, etc. There was also fretting over how I should avoid ambitious men because it would make it even more difficult to balance careers, and this concern usually came with the message that the man's career is more important. Sometimes this was implicit, but sometimes it was explicit: at the beginning of med school, my mom told me I shouldn't date a classmate because "[their] career will come first." I once had a hypothetical discussion with my dad about what I would do if I had a disabled child who needed a parent at home, and his immediate response was "you can't ask a man to quit his job." Never mind the work you put in to your career, how much you like it, how your respective jobs impact household finances--you can't ask a man to quit his job. That's that. I was also asked repeatedly, and not just by my parents, if I would give up my job if my husband asked (no additional context was given, of course). When I said I wouldn't, I was accused of being unwilling to make any sacrifices in a relationship.

In retrospect, I think my parents thought they were preparing me for realistic relationship struggles. Obviously having a demanding job can create tension, and it created tension in their marriage when they both had demanding careers and small children. Ultimately my mom quit her job, for that and other reasons. But I think that decision was also due, in some part, to patriarchal assumptions about who should be at home and whose career matters. That assumption was passed along in the concerns they harbored about my career, and instead of making me feel prepared to deal with relationship stressors, I started believing I couldn't have a career and a marriage. I picked a career.

Medicine is deeply, deeply important to me, and it feels like part of who I am, and I can't imagine giving it up to be more appealing as a wife. I can't stop being someone who loves medicine and work. I don't want to be married for the sake of it or loved halfway; I want to be loved as what I am or I want to be alone. For years, it felt like I couldn't both want things and be married. To be married, I had to be ready to give up everything at the drop of a hat, throw out all my dreams and ambitions if someone asked. The context doesn't matter--I'm the woman, so I'm the one who quits. I'm the one who gives things up.

I couldn't do it. I couldn't stop wanting things: I want to be a physician and teach and work in sexual violence prevention for the rest of my life. I want to paint and write novels. And I don't want to give any of it up unless I absolutely have to. Worse, I want someone to actually like all those things about me rather than simply tolerate them. And I want to be seen as kind and smart and funny and interesting and attractive, and it's just too much. I want too much. I just don't think it's possible to want this much from life and from a partner. I've had some people tell me that what I want is fine and realistic, and I don't really believe them.

#this is very personal but what can I say I'm feeling introspective #also listen not everybody ends up with someone #that's just facts #and I think I'm that person #I want way too much and it makes things too difficult #but I can't stop being what I am #so there it is #medblr #med school #med student #medicine #my content #my text posts

[littlesparklight]

My fault, my fault, my most grievous fault.

#greek mythology #helen of sparta #paris of troy #trojan war #lightart #fault as in wrong and fault as in flaw ;) #what I know there's no precedent for a mycenaean-era #pomegranate-shaped lamp #but fuck I wanted one because it fits the ~symbolism lol #so there it is

[milolovesbmc]

Thinking about how with the whole SQUIP thing, Jeremy could've thought he was in a "chosen one" kind of situation. Like in pitiful children, he's the chosen one cause his SQUIP is gonna make everyone happy. If we follow the same logic the SQUIP could've convinced him Michael was the villian. And that he was just jealous of Jeremy.

#am i overanalyzing this? #yep #but still #this needed to see the light of day #so there it is #ironic how it's like 1am rn so not really light of day lol /j #be more chill #jeremy heere #michael mell #the squip #bmc

[eddiediaaz]

911 COC WEEK | day 7: free choice ↳ eddie diaz + tied together with a smile lyrics

hold on baby, you're losing it the water's high, you're jumping into it and letting go, and no one knows that you cry, but you don't tell anyone

#911 #911edit #eddie diaz #tvedit #*gifs #tslyricsedit #uservalentina #userrin #noalook #userbon #tuserjen #911cocweek2022 #that was not my initial plan for day 7 #but i made this 2 days ago #and it fits #so there it is #if you recognize the song ily #*gfx

[thatfanfictionchick]

idk there's something about these Halloween costumes that made me realize the Hearts boys and how they're built.

Surprisingly, Ace seems to be the more solid of the two with Deuce having a more noticably slender waist. I guess with Deuce's delinquent background I just always figured he would be built like a little brick.

Riddle is, obviously, the slightest of the group with narrow shoulders and a slender waist. Cater isn't overtly tall but all the same his height lends to the illusion of a leaner frame.

THEN THERE'S FUCKING TREY WITH HIS BROAD ASS SHOULDERS THAT GRAB YOU BY THE EYEBALLS AND WON'T LET GO. I DID NOT COME IN TO THIS EVENT EXPECTING THIS BUILT ASS MOFO TO AWAKEN SO MANY THINGS INSIDE ME.

#so there it is #twisted wonderland #twst #twst heartslabyul #twst ace #twst deuce #twst riddle #twst cater #twst trey

[crvwly]

my good omens fics from silliest to most serious

let's be real, that's the only ranking system that matters

Fell's Flavourtown Festivities Rating: Mature Words: 5,526

Aziraphale looks at Crowley fondly as he continues. "Next, we have a Michelin-starred restaurateur, host of Hell's Kitchen and Kitchen Nightmares, and my personal friend, Chef Anthony Crowley!" human au: aziraphale is guy fieri and crowley is gordon ramsay. yes you read that right. no i will not explain myself

get up high Rating: Mature Words: 10,880 CW: cannabis smoking

Crowley snorts, flicking his joint, and Aziraphale’s eyes follow the ashes nervously, like he’s worried they’ll catch on something and ignite. “Can’t do it downtown,” Crowley says, shrugging. “Plus, I get a great view out here. Even if I get up high in London, it’s too bright to see the stars.” human au: neurodivergent stoner crowley, babey! meet-cute and fluff

Signed, Sealed, Delivered (I'm Yours) Rating: Mature Words: 4,702 CW: male-presenting pregnancy, labour / childbirth

post not-pocalypse ineffable parents fic: TLC's "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant" starring Aziraphale Fell and The Corporation That Didn't Get The Memo About Bodily Functions After The Not-Pocalypse i cannot remember what possessed me to write this. but i stand by it.

please bring it back home to me Rating: Mature Words: 13,462 CW: minor mentions of potentially memory-altering human illnesses (including mental illness and degenerative memory disorders) TW: content may be triggering for readers who experience derealization, depersonalization, and/or dissociation

It’s like the missing furniture. There’s a space in Crowley’s life where someone should be, but it’s empty. Maybe, wherever they went, they took Crowley with them. Maybe they left this empty, ravaged shell behind. post S2 fix-it, angst with a happy ending

these, our bodies, possessed by light Rating: Mature Words: 49,787 Chapters: 7/? CW: a ton of emotional angst, it's a tragic crowley backstory! TW: Archive warning applies - graphic depictions of violence

When observed with the naked eye, Alpha Centauri appears to be a single star — the third brightest light in the Earth’s sky, beaming like a lighthouse beacon behind a fog of nebulas. In actuality, Alpha Centauri is a binary system. Its two stars share an orbit so tight that they shine together as one. six thousand year slow burn in progress, extremely slowly updated WIP im so sorry lmfao. ft. blind crowley!

#good omens #my writing #my fic #realised i had no list of my fics anywhere! #so there it is

[uxrabbit]

"Something something for me."

#oc x canon #berdly #deltarune #noelle holiday #berdly deltarune #yes it is oc x canon #i am cringe but i am free #it's valentines day uuuu #gotta celebrate with angst #I like tragic endings #so there it is #a piece of my soul #goo little boi name's Dākū #hi Dākū

[bearinabandana]

Guys I'm trying to go back to making art but it's so so hard

So that's an old master/missy wip I finished with struggle and months between attempts, here's the first sketch I made for it ↓

#doctor who #doctor who fanart #the master #dhawan!master #missy #my art #honestly I'm not 100% sure about this but I was so happy to finally do SOMETHING you know #it's been months since I last made some art #besides pen and paper doodles on notebooks #anyway #there's a little?? poem ?? I made and I wanted to put it together with my art #so there it is

[unxpctedlygreat]

The best answer here is giving this pretty boy a flower 🥰

#few3h #i need a tag for my few3h ramblings #byleth #byleth eisner #m!byleth #i think i hadnt posted that before #so there it is

[ivycryptid]

Logan Sanders' totally, 100%, surely, completely, absolutely normal Halloween

…except for that part where everyone but him and Remus were turned into mythical creatures. That was, maybe, possibly, a bit out of the ordinary.

A fic of chaos, candy, and one out-of-the ordinary Halloween celebration. Word Count: 2385 [AO3]

This is a for @just-some-gt-trash, written as part of the @tss-october-ghostwriters gift exchange. Sorry for posting it late! I've been really unexpectedly busy. I really hope you enjoy it.

I used the prompts: Witch, Midnight, Costume, Magic, Transformation, and Potion

October thirty-first, a day of (as Roman would describe it) costumes, candy, and chaos.

There were many ways that the sides celebrated the holiday. Costumes, for one, and often some elaborate scare-age on the dark side’s parts, though in the past few years, with the conflict having mostly settled down, persuading the lights to join in wasn’t very hard. Patton quite enjoyed the parts of the holiday where he got to spend time with friends (and bake themed cookies), Virgil loved the well, everything, Janus quite enjoyed the costumes, Remus had always loved the opportunity to be allowed to be a bit more unhinged than usual, Roman had always enjoyed making and designing costumes and decorations and all sorts of things (although I would be remiss in not mentioning both twin’s interest in the subject) and Logan? Well, the holiday was certainly not his favourite, but it was certainly interesting.

And if this particular occurrence of the day wasn’t just that then this particular narrator would be very surprised to hear it.

But enough waffling on about this particular day of spooks. You were here for a story, correct?

——————

Logan Sanders, awake, for some ungodly reason that not even he could really explain, seeing as it went against the majority of his advice on sleep schedules, at six am on the particular date our story occurs, looked down at two perfectly timed schedules for the day.

One, the page of a pink notebook covered in sticky notes of various colours and sizes, perfectly laid out in a (fruitless) attempt to keep Thomas organised, was the one containing his centre’s schedule. In the case of today, Thomas really didn’t have a ton planned. Just a few halloween movies with some friends and then, if Logan got his way, adequate sleep.

The other schedule was contained within a well-decorated indigo journal, covered in all manner of scientific stickers and wonderful drawings, courtesy of Roman, Virgil, and Patton. It had been gifted as a birthday present some time ago, and whilst he wouldn't let anyone know it, Logan used it incredibly regularly. Definitely not for any sentimental reason though, surely not. But, if we may return to the topic of that peskily busy schedule. As, contrarily enough, Logan’s was much more hectic and packed than Thomas’. He had to help Patton finish the baking in preparation for the Mindscape’s “first annual Halloween celebration bonanza of fear” to quote Remus, and then he had to prepare his costume for the holiday’s event. Which he totally wasn’t doing because it was fun. Just to fit in, for that exact reason, definitely no other, and he had most surely not had any fun at all putting it together.

Of course, the giant (practically blinding honestly) smile Logan had sported last time he worked on it might have given his lies away… if he had let anyone see it.

Either way, he very much had to get ready if he was going to be done with all of this preparing before three pm (the ordained ‘start time’ for the party). So it was down the stairs (and off to breakfast), he went.

He looked at the time. Six fifteen am. Forty-five more minutes of sleep certainly wouldn’t hurt.

——————

At seven o’ five am, Logan had made his way down to the kitchen and eaten some Patton-prepared breakfast to the sound of the other sides’ excitement around him.

“So you see padre, you have to swing the sword like this,” explained an incredibly awake Roman, gesturing wildly across the table and narrowly missing the other sides, “and have you checked the balance? If the balance is wrong it could swing weirdly and-”

“Being on fire is a very interesting experience and very hard to get right.” Remus illustrated his words with a handy illusion.

Roman yelled some unintelligible reply from halfway in his conversation with Patton. But Remus seemed to understand its meaning in some twinly secret codex as he instantly replied. “Of course you need to-”

“I’m pretty sure every character you’ve ever been has committed some form of tax evasion,” laughed Virgil from his position near Janus, “which certainly isn’t- well- oh come on Jan! Unfair conduct!”

Logan sunk into his chair comfortably. He might have been tired and a little silent, but he had always been like that in the mornings if he was honest, and he quite enjoyed the others’ enthusiasm for the rest of the day they were going to have.

But he’d finished his breakfast, and getting ready was of utmost priority, so he stood up and brought his plate to the sink, washing it off and waving goodbye to the other sides.

——————

By nine-thirty, Logan had prepared the remaining elements of the costume. Some stitching on the skirt, the last ‘potion bottle’ to slip into the belt, the final pieces of decoration being placed on the hat. Mostly small details and things, but vitally important nonetheless. And he’d finished! He was done! Able to actually wear the thing! Well, later, when he wasn’t liable to get it dirty while baking.

——————

For the second time that day, Logan made his way down the stairs. As he finished his journey to the kitchen, Logan was hit by the sound and smell of, if he was correct (which he obviously was) candy apples. And also Patton, barreling towards him at an incredibly fast pace.

Logan yelped. “Patton! Please detach yourself!”

With that, the fatherly side untangled himself from the impromptu hug, hanging his head.

“Sorry-” he began.

“Don’t be, I was just- surprised, that’s all.” Logan replied. “Now, what are you making?”

“Candy apples!” Virgil yelled from the couches.

“We’re all gonna get cavities!” exclaimed Remus.

Logan smiled a little, he had been right.

And that was when Patton burned himself on hot sugar.

"God dammit- it was still hot- fuckin-"

“Patton are you okay-”

——————

After that incident, which luckily hadn’t resulted in a large injury, and only a tiny burn, and the pun-filled few hours following, Logan stood in front of the mirror.

He now (finally) wore the costume he’d prepared. That of a witch. The skirt was a navy blue and covered in embroidered stars in different colours and arranged as constellations, the shirt was plain and white, though it also had hidden embroidery around the collar and sleeves, the hat also confirmed (check for word later) to the star theming, having its own stars perched in the brim.

Logan had also decided to wear a messenger bag, modified to have places in which to store ‘potions’ around the bag strap. Other than the potions, Logan had backed a giant book of astronomy and constellations he had found rather useful (and quite pretty). As well as a small telescope, which hopefully wasn’t going to be destroyed.

Either way, with his pair of very sensible shoes, he was ready to help transport the baked and candied goods over to the place Roman and Remus had prepared for the party in the imagination.

So,for the third time that day, Logan made the trip between his room and the kitchen.

——————

Patton had instructed him in which boxes to carry, and thus, at four pm on a Tuesday afternoon, Logan wandered into the imagination, following behind the other side.

Pat was dressed as an adventurer of some sort, sporting a large glowing sword with a blue gem in the hilt, some simple adventurer’s clothes, and a flowing blue cloak. In Logan's opinion, it looked quite nice.

As they neared the clearing, Logan began to spot Roman, Virgil, and Janus. Roman sported clothes that seemed like they’d come from the nineties, and also was on fire. That at least explained the twin’s conversation from that morning.

Virgil was wearing a leather coat, there seemed to be fake burns across his hands as well. Interesting.

Janus was the oddest of them all, he wore a waistcoat, fedora, and long flowy pants adorned with snakes. He also held a tax form? Odd.

Logan continued into the decorated clearing, continuously attempting to puzzle out the meaning and/or origin of the outfits. Just as he’d given up and decided to just ask them himself, beginning a beeline over to the trio. His ‘sensible footwear’ failed at their job, and Logan tripped.

Dear reader, I have something to confess. The imagination is not the most, let’s say, stable, in terms of reality, and on a day such as this? The ability for an idea to become just a bit more real was as strong as it ever was. Logan, of course, did not know this. The idea for a piece of costume, a fakery, to become suddenly real was barely a murmur in his mind. Which, in this case, was unfortunate for him, as that truth was going to be revealed in a slightly explosive way.

Now, back to that fall.

Logan fell downwards, grabbing his bag and pulling it away from the ground so as to save the telescope from certain destruction.

Of course, he’d forgotten about the half-open potion pouch, and as Logan fell towards the ground, a teal, glittery concoction was launched towards the three sides on the rock, and Patton, who had come to stand near them.

“Watch out!” Logan warned, just a second too late, as it exploded onto them with an almighty splash.

And then, the sides weren’t human anymore.

Well, depending on the semantics they never technically were. But they sure looked human!

But now, standing in place of Patton, Roman, Virgil, and Janus, were four giant beasts straight out of mythology.

What had happened to his friends, and why?

As Logan sat there, confused and worried, the one other side unaffected by the sudden change appeared behind him.

“Where are the others? And how did those get here?” Remus said abruptly, swinging a… giant test tube around? That was new. So was the scientist’s coat. And that incredibly prevalent slime.

Logan did not want to know where it came from.

Whilst he had reflected on the state of Remus’ costume, the other side had continued talking.

“-the mythical creatures are kept on the other side of the imagination. Why bring them here?”

Logan paused. The silence was only about a minute long, but from an internal viewpoint, as subjective as that was, it felt as if it had taken hours. How was he going to explain this?

“What, cat got your tongue?” Remus asked impatiently, holding up a cat eating a tongue as if to illustrate his point.

The logical side remained startlingly silent at the metaphor.

Until, finally, he spoke.

“Neither I, nor Roman, Virgil, Patton, or Janus brought the ‘creatures’ from the imagination. In fact, if I am correct in my observations, they are, in fact, Roman, Virgil, Patton, and Janus”

Remus looked at the conglomeration of chaotic creatures again.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

Silence (save for whatever the mythical being buds had been doing in the meantime, that was making quite a bit of noise) ensued.

“So, how do we make sure our friends and family aren’t mythical beings forever?” Logan began.

“Wait till midnight. They’ll be back.” Remus replied calmly

“It’s that easy?” the other side said mistifiedly.

Remus raised an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I’d appreciate an explanation”

“An explanation? Really? Life might be infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent, but it doesn’t mean it’ll always be consistent enough for someone of your tastes. Plus, ‘till midnight’ gives us plenty of time to-”

“We won’t have any time at all, seeing as they’ve already got themselves in trouble.”

One of the four creatures, a particularly colourful eagle and deer hybrid of some sort, had gotten his antlers stuck in a tree. The incident seemed to have been the cause of some of the noise from earlier, and it didn’t seem to be getting any easier for the being (which Logan had a hunch was Patton), or anyone else, to extricate him from the tangle. As Logan and Remus walked up to the quartet, they found a purple-scaled, winged figure flying near the branch worriedly. The other two transformed sides, one a wingless combination of lion and eagle, the other also possessing a leonine body, horns (for some reason) and a snake tail ending in a cluster of spikes. Soon, all four of the non-winged of the group stood around the tree, concerned for their friend.

At some point possibly-Patton had somehow flipped himself completely upside down in a doomed attempt at freedom. The purple one (who was probably Virgil) had nestled himself in a higher part of the tree, curling into himself like a charging cable left in a bag too long.

Suddenly, the tree perching figure unfurled himself. He let out a hacking cough, once, twice, thrice, then, finally, expelled a putrid smelling (and looking) liquid, which hit the branch, but thankfully not the peryton tangled in it.

The branch disintegrated, freeing the creature that, seeing as his immediate response was to drag the anxious wyvern to the ground for a hug, was most definitely Patton.

Two sides figured out.

The griffin, opinicus if Logan was being specific, bounded over to the other two dramatically, joining in on the hug, whilst the probable manticore, walked there at a slower pace.

Make that all of them figured out.

And then Patton startled Janus, causing him to let out a volley of dangerous spines.

“Why can't you all be calm for once?”

——————

After six straight hours of cleaning up and stopping the others’ chaos, with intermittent Remus-led breaks for unethical science, the chaos was finally over, ten minutes left till midnight, Roman, Janus, Patton, and Virgil were sleeping soundly.

A giant clump of limbs and wings draped over it like blankets sat in front of a frankly tired Remus and Logan.

“Are we-” Logan fought a yawn, “Are we going to wait for them to-”

Remus snored from his perch on Logan’s shoulder.

“It seems we are not,” Logan said to empty air.

He picked up Remus, walking past the rest of the sides, to a large tree with a sizable patch of moss underneath.

“Goodnight everyone,” he murmured, finding a place for him and Remus to settle down till morning, “goodnight.”

#fanfic #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #ts logan #ts remus #ts janus #ts roman #ts virgil #ts patton #Patton gets to swear #for funsies #that isn't even really relevant to the plot #but my bud Chaos convinced me to put in #so there it is

[mraprilgf]

madney hc: their 1st valentine's day maddie tells chimney the flowers the chocolates the cinema the dinner lit candles etc all make her nauseous bc of doug so then he thinks long and hard on how to make the day not completely awful for her and he plans to make her find an edible bouquet in her locker at work - the plan in itself is already time sensible, involving a lot of timely sneaking around the place without getting caught by her (with the help of josh of course), but then something goes wrong on the actual day idk transports whatever and it sort of becomes a mission impossible situation and when he gets into the changing room he only has a few seconds before maddie gets in and catches him so he opens her locker and. finds an old issue of the firefighter calendar open on april with his own face grinning back at him. his brain shuts down. maddie finds him like that, frozen in front of her open locker, speechless, blushing so hard he almost shines with it. he slowly notices her and after a beat or two he stiffly moves to hand her the bouquet - still crimson, stammering heavily some sort of "happy valentine's"- and moves past her to leave the room in a daze, but she catches him and kisses him and they kiss and kiss and kiss, the fruits forgotten a bit squashed between their bodies, and then sue clears her throat and chimney has to leave and they both spend the rest of the day thinking about the other like two teenagers with a crush and anyways just like that valentine days stop belonging to doug <3

#ok all of this bc i thought what if maddie kept the calendar at her desk always open on april no matter how many years passed? what if chim #were to find out? so that was it. but also the edible bouquet is a genius idea bc it's pretty and colorful smells great and if you rather #didn't have a bouquet at all you can just eat it and if you want you can share it around. maddie is deeply touched by chimney's #thoughtfulness (personally i saw it in a chinese drama and loved it) & she is charmed by his reaction to the calendar & she too feels a bit #like a teenage caught by her crush 🥰. also ive decided that on her way to work she was thinking about how she really wanted to see him #despite it being valentine etc #so there it is #madney #madney headcanon #911 abc #911 madney #maddie buckley #chimney han #<- putting them all bc. well i want other people to see my vision.

[dream-meltic]

This is something I think about on occasion, and mostly saw it as an unfortunate circumstance of the way they're designed- Romeo is sharp where Delilah is soft. Which means their eye shapes are COMPLETELY different, and Delilah doesn't really share any features of his. Their hair colors are different, and as for the eyes...

They look a very similar brown on the SD, but on her concept art:

Yeah. I can see what you mean about them being a very different shade, Romeo's eyes are way darker than this. If only they were more consistent on her eye color OTL its all over the place

They do both have those markings on their bodies, but they look different, and who even knows what they are or how they showed up in the first place. They have the same height, weight, and blood type, but we have no explanation for why that's the case either. We only know that Romeo at least is stuck like that, and that's it. Delilah might be able to grow, but who knows yet.

For now at least, we have no reason to believe they're not siblings. It could always be one of those tropes (kids looking like a straight up fusion of the parents, each kid resembles one of the parents, etc) or potentially they're not blood related. I have my own theories on what the reason for them not looking alike is, but for the most part: yeah, it's just a very unfortunate result of the way they're designed. The sacrifices you make for shape language

#bedman #delilah #i should have a delilah tag considering how much she comes up #so there it is

[zarvasace]

remember that FS-inspired shirt I made? you can get one too now! It's on redbubble, so the possibilities are technically finite but they feel pretty limitless. Here's the link to the shirt. The file is large enough that you could get it printed on a giant blanket if you felt like it.

There's also a wordsless version that looks better on the pins and stuff. Here's the link to that one!

#my art #four swords #some people seemed interested #so there it is #also i like to make patterns so there are a bunch of those too #ignore my other things xD

[aibidil]

aib! so interested in your thoughts on the fic recs ask meme! specifically: 7 (💯), 15 (📚), and 18 (😭) or any other ones you'd like to answer 💕

Always happy to share recs!! For the Fic Recs Ask Meme

💯 A fic that makes you think #writergoals

Love Him More by Bixgirl1

📚 A fic you wish you could display on your bookshelf

The Arrangement by RurouniHime

😭 A fic that ripped your heart out (but it hurt so good)

Stop All the Clocks (This is the Last Time I'm Leaving Without You) by firethesound

#ask meme #aibidil recs #drarry recs #listen I know satc is a hackneyed response to this prompt #but there is nothing else I could possibly put #I almost never cry from reading and I was wracked with heaving sobs #so there it is

[joanna-lannister]

what's the joe jonas tea??

take this with a grain of salt, i'm not sure if they are true but first, back in 2017 he allegedly slapped Sophie in front of other members of the GoT cast (including Lena and Emilia) and second, there are rumors of a threesome between Sophie, Maisie and him, and after that threesome, he tried to hit on Maisie. and also, this one seems true as far as i can tell but he tried to date a 13 years old Gigi Hadid back when he was 19 so 🙃

#also i heard he and his family are close to tmz #and the way they are pushing the narrative of sophie as the bad parent #no thank you #and last but no least there is a rumor he cheated on her with a 20 year old model #so there it is #like 🙃🙃🙃 #anon #answered

[evilrat-sabre]

There is five steps in life

There is five steps in life

The first one is done when you are “born”, doesn't matter “how?” or “why?”, now you exist so get over it.

The second one is to learn, think of this step as the one you never really finished, because to finish it is to get to the fifth step and you don’t want to do that so early, so let’s hope you have a very long and strong leg.

The third one is to “get” and ‘‘have”, When you “get” something you “have” it. Everyones gets something, even if it’s nothing and when you get only nothing and have only nothing, well at least the fifth step is getting closer to you.

I think the fourth one is to lose. Everyone loses something, It’s part of life. 

You can lose a lego, a pair of socks, the train home, your house and even your wife.

But it is when you miss this “something” even after it’s truly gone, even after it’s not relevant anymore, old news, a pile of dust that no one cares, 

When you refuse to forget, is when you will really understand this step, and when you finally understand it, go grab your scissors and your water bottle. Because the ones we never forget are like the stubborn flowers that grew in our garden somedays, sometimes beautiful and sometimes you really didn’t ask for them.

Maybe I will make the fifth step death. This step is when you lose any remaining autonomy of yourself.

Everything you ever did in your entire walking life, how people perceived you, how you contributed to society, everything will be put in a scale, this scale my friend, is what will define if you have weeds or flowers where you sleep. Sometimes I think that there is no heaven or hell, just a lot of dead plants with ugly chipped pots.

Everyone always forgets about the sixth step, because to get to this one is to be forgotten. You are no flower, you have no flowers, you are nothing, because everything you ever did, is now nothing. 

You have been forgotten my friend. 

Do not fret, because you do not exist.

Everyone will get here eventually.

Until then we will just forget!

I wish to not be forgotten, 

because I am no weed, 

I am no flower, 

I am just a broken human, 

flesh, bones, and sorrow.

#I was thinking that I should post more of my texts here on tumblr #so there it is #still very proud of this one #writing #writters on tumblr #If you know from where this is #congratulations #my brain worms got to ya