ɪɴᴄᴇɴᴅᴏ ᴇᴛ ᴏʀɪᴏʀ

——see, your fate condemns you to lose right here and right now but it doesn't get to decide what will come after this fall (if you make it into the history books with this, don’t be a mere footnote)

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hmm

i don’t know what i want to do

it’s been six months? since i’ve done anything here

i don’t know if i want to come back or not

i love feliks but i feel like i’ve moved on in a lot of ways....

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viltismanedar:

“That’s fine,” Tolys murmurs, “you don’t have to stand up right now.” 

He continues rubbing Feliks’s back even though his breathing has returned to normal; Rūta moves so she’s lying down with her head on Feliks’s thigh.

“I can get you some water, if you want, to help your head….”

Feliks needs to shower, but Tolys doesn’t want to leave him alone–nor does he want to come across as overbearing–so, if he can put off the shower for just a little longer–

“There’s a cup. In the bathroom.” Feliks considers this sentence, and adds, “For brushing my teeth. You know.”

He pats Ruta’s ear.

“Maybe I’ll just. Stick my hair under the faucet. Hngggggg. I’m so tired. Why am I tired?”

He curls his hand into a loose fist, and then winces. He’s scratched his palms raw somehow; no wonder Tolys is peering at him so worriedly.

Come to think of it, he himself doesn’t really want to be alone right now. He likes the heaviness of the dog on his legs, and Tolys’s warm weight against his shoulder.

“You should shower with me,” he says, only half-joking. “Haven’t done that in ages.” Ruta huffs softly; he obligingly returns to rubbing her ear.

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viltismanedar:

Tolys can’t hold back the tears–the sobs–any longer. They come in one giant wave, crashing into him, knocking his breath away–overwhelming–he never stood a chance. He lets them rack his body, too exhausted to fight back.

Feliks is tiny, but he’s grounding–he keeps Tolys’s head from going completely under–his warmth–his weight–his arms around him–the fabric twisted between his fingers–

Feliks squeezes his arms as tight as he can, feeling Tolys’s shoulders convulsing under his touch.

Mother of mercy, this is so strange it’s almost terrifying; he hasn’t seen Tolys cry like this in who knows how long-- sometimes you just have to cry it out, if you’ve been holding it in too long, and he knows this and is glad that Tolys is finally letting it happen, but.

He tries to keep his breath steady as possible, so that his heartbeat can be a model for Tolys’s. His leg is twisted under him awkwardly, but he doesn’t want to draw attention to moving it, so he stays. And the room is silent, except for Tolys’s racking sobs.

[deanpinterester]

hashtag animashun

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@thebeautyofliberty

[tradtalia]

people sometimes ask me where i get my strength from. how i keep rising from the ashes. how i’m still alive. and the simplicity of my answer baffles them. but i have no answers or reasons; it baffles me just as much. 

i don’t think you know how long i’ve wanted to draw something like this anon

[kwiecista-archive]

i know i'm late but happy birthday!

Hmm you’d better have a good excuse for wishing your sister a happy birthday days later………..I’m kidding.  I’ll still accept good wishes no matter how late they may be.

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I have no excuse. I’m just a terrible brother. Please allow me to grovel at your feet in recompense.

[mysharona1987]

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eyyyyyyyyyyyyyy finals are over!!! i survived!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this weekend i have cleaning checks and i’m moving my new roommate in, but next week i should be able to be active here again!!!

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i just wanted to give a huge thank you to everyone who participated in my project! i appreciate your help so much!

now to revise for final exams hnggggg

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for the record, I’m doing a research paper on RP promos as folk art-- so if you have a promo you’re okay with letting me use, hmu!

this is also probably a good time to mention that my roughly 3% appearance rate here will be dropping to 0 this week because of ~~finals~~ i’ll be back once the semester’s over, if i survive

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dulcifluous replied to your post: does anyone know how to get hold of the previous...

Hello! That’s me!

eyy sweet! i had found a promo for that blog too, but when i went to it it was gone so i didn’t know who it was ;)

may i use it? same terms as the other?

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does anyone know how to get hold of the previous mun of asomaatous? i’m doing a project and need their permission for something

[setheverman]

what’s the mood… for april?

[lesbianakaashi]

[itsrasa]

[libracharm]

I love this lmaooo

[venusianvirgo]

GOD

[deathtokillian]

Why am I being attacked buy a meme??

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konigreich:

❛ What cross ? There is no cross in there ! ❜ He doesn’t even wait until Feliks had his head down onto the table before grabbing the cup again and squinting at the tea leaves gathered at the very bottom. And as far as Gilbert was concerned, that’s all he was staring at here — A lump of wet tea leaves.

❛ Besides, if there was a cross in there, doesn’t the book say that it means ‘ trials and suffering ’ not ‘ death ’ ? ❜

He placed the cup down back onto the table, resting his face in his palms as he placed his elbows on the table, ❛ And really ? You’re going to risk being expelled for science ? ❜

“ 12th house is self-undoing, ” said Feliks into the table. “ It’s basically how you’re going to screw yourself over. Position matters too, which you would know if you’d actually listened to the lecture. And I’ll only get expelled if I actually manage it and then actually get caught. Give me my cup back. ”

He waved his hand vaguely in Gilbert’s direction, completely missing both the cup and any part of Gilbert’s body and knocking a book off the table with a resounding thud.

“ ...that was definitely your fault. ”

[xotlacueponi]

@naszczescie

Los vecinos se están pasando de verga otra vez.

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(entrecerra los ojos)

¿Por qué necesito saberlo? ¡Tan chismosa!

....

.........Quiero ver. Mueva.

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viltismanedar:

Tolys can’t help sighing softly in relief when Feliks doesn’t reject Rūta–when he reaches out to touch her.

He keeps running his fingers up and down Feliks’s back, holding him, trying to make sure he can hear his heartbeat and his breathing–trying to provide as much of an anchor for him as he can.

“It’s going to be alright,” he murmurs, “I’m here. I’m here, and you’re safe, and it’s going to be alright.”

Feliks tries to breathe. The dog’s weight makes it hard. He can’t breathe fast. Has to breathe slow, the same speed the dog’s chest and belly are going in and out.....in and out....in and out....

Tolys’s fingers tickle. Up and down.... up and down.... up and down....

“Mhng,” he says thickly, after a while. Ruta whines softly and licks his face.

How strange. He can breathe again.

“My head still feels weird,” he complains quietly. Ruta’s fur is still wrapped around his finger; he rubs her side softly. “I’m... ready to shower now. I think. Ng. Don’t wanna stand up.”