proud father

[semi-retired group rp account: found in the future at @mcloughlinfire]

[sustancy]

[moonstoast]

[inanotherunivrse]

In another universe, I can fall into another’s arms and sleep peacefully knowing that their warmth and their affection brings the highest comfort and healing. Just the feeling of having someone you love wrap their arms around you and comforting you brings so much security and love into your heart.

Can’t wait to experience those experiences again. Can’t wait to finally be fully affectionate or to receive affection. Just want to know what that kind of love feels like.

[toomanyrats]

on shame and yearning (pt.1)

[vexeia]

[amandaswork]

words words words

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Alejandra Pizarnik, from “Diarios.”

[bebx]

[smallesbeans]

the climate of youtube as a platform makes me so depressed

[smallesbeans]

youtube shorts. beautifully drawn commissioned thumbnails replaced with clickbait shocked reaction faces and red arrows because the video wasn't doing well. all caps video titles that don't even tell you what the video is. youtube shorts. the mr beast-ification of youtube. every video has to outdo the next. one a scale of 1 to 10. risk is not rewarded. youtube shorts. clips channels. youtube shorts.

[unclefather]

[inanotherunivrse]

in another universe, i told you that i loved you instead of writing poems about all the times i almost said it.

[sulfatto-deactivated20241018]

[lilgreenpotatoman]

[in the middle of some other conversation they are having while hanging out in Mark's theta room]

So the other night, what did you mean I never shared the extent of my feeling?

*blinks in surprise* Hmm? Oh, huh. I guess it just felt like you tried to spare my feelings a lot. Often. And like you were always holding something back, y'know?

[lilgreenpotatoman]

I been gone for a minute, now I'm back at the jump off // Open

Sean never expected to be back here. He served his time - 12 years of it! In Azkaban! - and yet here he is, feet on the familiar grass. For the first time in a very, very long time, being on campus wasn't tainted with dread. He's a very different person, even if it hasn't been a while. Or maybe it has. The university feels like a distant memory, but it's all coming back to him like it was all yesterday.

What was actually yesterday? Well, technically, a couple days ago, but shh.... Just "yesterday", Sean watched not-so-baby boy blue beat the shit out of a man. He'd never really babied Ethan in his mind, but he had always seen him as a little young and naive, because he was. It has been one of the great joys of his life to watch the kid become a man, and a man that can fucking demolish another one at that. Sean had cried like a damn baby with pride over him, standing cheering and screaming right alongside Mark. Not seeing either of them for so long had been a different ache, and now, the reunion is the sweetest thing he's ever tasted.

Feet in the grass, shoes tossed to the side, he's standing under the light of a fresh mountain morning after getting in late the night prior, having spent the night with the number one person that he truly deeply wished to. And it's better. Something has healed, and though part of him will always wonder about that Maybe Life, he's come to accept and ACTUALLY fully cherish his place in Mark's life. Though, it was very strange walking into the kitchen, bleary-eyed, and not find the large Gamma one waiting for him. It was cozier, here, more settled, and Sean feels like the grown adult he is.

Toes in the dirt, shoes tossed to the side. Crisp air, warm despite the chilling breeze. Bright and warming sun, closer than usual. He inhales, and it feels like home. He sighs, then picks up his bag with the giant banner, ready to set up finally. He kinda just wants to see how long it'll be kept up, having snuck out of Mark's room just to have it posted between two trees. "CONGRATULATIONS, CREATOR CLASH CHAMPS!"

He didn't really think through how to keep the first side up when gravity starts working against him, the banner too heavy to stay up on its own. If only there were someone to help....

[little-boii-blue]

Ethan felt like he was in a whole other world, the high of winning from the fight still coursing through him. It was almost a shame that he had to be brought back to earth, the university almost a cruel reminder that it was actually over. At least, it almost felt like that, not expecting the fanfare when he returned from all of his friends. It was almost like he never left that ring, applause still ringing in his ear as he happily settled back into this temporary feeling once more.

Walking out onto the Quad to breath in the fresh mountain air, he easily spotted Jack from yards away. He was so happy to see him back on campus too, knowing he was his biggest supporter even before the fight. Without a second thought, he hurried over to the other just in time to help him with the banner he only noticed after he got closer. “Love the craftsmanship.. it’s beautiful!” He grinned as he held it up.

[lilgreenpotatoman]

Sean looks over at the other in gratitude, smile tilting his lips when he sees it's boy not-so-blue himself. "Only the best f'r our victors!!" He'd given Ethan his congrats and pride over and over at this point, and he bites his cheek to prevent another spiel. "I'm so glad I got ta be there t' see you an' Arin completely wipe the floor out there."

[wishes-in-the--markmark]

If one thing had been different Would eveything be different // Septiplier AU

Mark slowly blinks awake in the middle of the day, taking in the warm glow of the golden hour starting to set in. He had been so exhausted an hour or so ago but as he blinks in the light he is at peace but not lethargic anymore. He's just calm. What a treat. He so rarely found this opportunity before, to feel rested and at peace with just laying around, but increasingly so he's been more comfortable asking for it.

He turns his head to look at Jack, who was laying on top of Mark's extended arm. He had fallen asleep holding him but has since rolled onto his back, the arm remains though. He's smiling, his hair disheveled, his pulse still slow and smooth. He wondered how long the other would be asleep before he could get his arm back. It be so rude to wake him. @lilgreenpotatoman

[lilgreenpotatoman]

Jack had never known true comfort before coming here to be closer to his best friend. Closer has definitely been a success, more than he'd ever dared to dream. From their first day together at college, napping together on the couch, to now, a content hour of rest in his arms. The hard part has been squashing any desire for more from Mark. It was much easier from afar, a crush nursed like a wound and not yet left to infect. Maybe there'll be no pus this time around, but he's not hopeful.

He doesn't rouse, not yet, though he can feel the clarity of consciousness creeping through the dark comfort behind his eyelids. It doesn't feel impending, like waking up so often feels. It's warm, and gentle, and the fuzz of sleep slowly slipping away. He nuzzles into Mark's arm, slowly letting the world enter into his bubble of peace. He always gets a little worried, upon waking up, that his affections will be clear, written in sharpie on his lips and his eyelids if Mark dared to notice. A hand curls into Mark's shirt while he still has the excuse of sleep.

[wishes-in-the--markmark]

Mark chuckles softly, it rests calmly in his chest like it was pooling there because the effort of pouring out his booming laughing was too great as he is just opening his eyes. Jack was handsy, he noted it a few times now. Waking up with his limbs occupied or wrinkles in his shirt. It wasn't unwarranted or surprising, not the least alarming to him either. He could appreciate a good cuddle. He reaches his free hand up to put the others that gripped his shirt, not really to shoo him off but like letting him know it was there, incase he hadn't known. "Welcome back."

[lilgreenpotatoman]

That chuckle sounded a million times warmer in person, and its vibrations feel reminiscent of echolocation, Jack tilting his head to find Mark's face without opening his eyes. A sunflower to the sun. His grip eases a bit once Mark's hand covers his own, a calmness to it that finally draws his eyes open to peer out at his best friend. "T' Five Nights at Freddy's?" he asks as he cracks a smile, like he thinks he's so clever. It's still a dream come true, these naps with Mark. His favorite person, always so out of reach before... even if he didn't have a raging crush on the man, he would still be soaking in all this contact. He hopes he doesn't take too much. That's always the fear, isn't it? Being too hungry? "Did I make y're arm numb?" he asks, blinking the rest of the sleep out of his eyes, but not moving yet. Always wanting just a little longer.

[wishes-in-the--markmark]

"Fffuuuuck!" Mark scoffs at him and lifts up a pillow to put over the other's head and bops him with it a few times. "Shut up!" He chuckles, then starts to wiggle his fingers with a grunt. "It's just a little asleep maybe." He says through a clenched jaw as pins and needles shoot up his forearm. "OooOooOooh that's a feeling!"

[lilgreenpotatoman]

Jack laughs as he's hit, sheer delight oozing from him as he leans back a little. “Oh, I’ll show you a feeling,” he threatens, then jabs at Mark's side with his little Irish fingers. Yes, that makes them different than normal fingers. You wouldn't get it, but Mark would. His eyes are wide open now, bright and shining as he tries to get a rise out of his very best friend in the world.

[wishes-in-the--markmark]

"NO!" Hr chops out through his teeth, trying to squirm his body away from Sean's finger while keeping his arm still, but it wasn't very realistic. The feeling shoots up his arm with every inch and his is making a big show of groaning and growling through the tickling on both ends. "I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!"

[lilgreenpotatoman]

Jack's chest heats up at the way he sounds, and he wishes desperately his brain would take context into account in moments like this. A tingle in the back of his neck. He doubles down in his efforts, wondering if the butterflies in his stomach would one day just make him feel sick. “Say uncle!” he shouts with a laugh.

[wishes-in-the--markmark]

"FUCK YOU!" Mark bites back at him instead and let's out a shout as he gains a few inches of freedom from the other. The feeling in his arm blooms through the limb and he lets out a shrill shout. "Stop! Asshole!"

[lilgreenpotatoman]

Jack is only a little distracted, enough so that he almost releases Mark. He does sit up, getting off the numb arm, but he's pinning it down with his free hand instantaneously, still merciless in his fingerings. "Say it! Bitch!!"

[agonyfears]

GROWING UP. ( young and beautiful, lana del rey / nothing new, taylor swift + phoebe bridgers / working for the knife, mitski / first love/late spring, mitski / nothing new, taylor swift + phoebe bridgers / ribs, lorde / nothing new, taylor swift + phoebe bridgers )

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