#i'm garbage

[strikemedowntohell]

why do I even bother pretending I'm not garbage?

[tessa1972]

It's cute, silly, sad... that some mutuals respond immediately to anonymous messages, but not to a single, personal one.

My time is too short to be angry, am only disappointed and sad.

[torncast-a]

patrick star vc; WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?! 

[celerem]

🐻

[daeva-agas]

TWISTED WONDERLAND ANIME!?!?

DAMN SON, IT’S EVEN TWEETED BY DISNEY+ JAPAN, NOT THE TWST ACCOUNT 

[enthusiasticmusicalquotes]

if you guys need a fun show with great music to take your mind off the horrible things happening in the world rn watch Julie and the Phantoms on Netflix, i finished it in less than a day and the music is otherworldly. it’s also eons better than hsmtmts 

[sorryforthebonyelbows]

Me: I am so smart. Look at me, I don't need anyone. Life is piece of cake. Don't touch me. Don't hug me. I'm fine. I'm great. Love is whatever. Love is bullshit. I don't need it. I don't need you.

Also me: I know I'm a human garbage but please hold my hand while crossing road. Please, love me.

[gregorygerwitz]

i only know how to go too far written in a chaotic exchange for @kitthekazoo

Summary: When it comes to certain missions, deals have to be made with the enemy, and Fitz learns very quickly that cooperation doesn't have to be unpleasant.

Warnings: mentions of self harm scars, mentions of daddy issues, mildly dubious consent (through agreed upon mutually beneficial arrangement)

Words: 21,899

Fitsius, smut, bratty bottom!Fitz

Sneak Peek:

“Is there a problem?”

He turned at the sound of his host's voice, breathing in through his nose before trying to come up with a response. He couldn't exactly tell the truth - that he was from the past, here to save his team and take them home or get far away from the destroyed earth, that his two closest friends were so close but so far away because he was there but not with them - that would completely destroy all of his chances of actually doing the things he had come there to do. So, he put on a frown, and channeled the frustration he felt with the entire situation into his tone. "I asked your servant a question, which she ignored."

"My apologies." The response he got from Kasius was calm, the words even and controlled. Rehearsed, almost, practiced, perfected - and maybe he knew a little bit about that, keeping up appearances, especially in front of people perceived to be lesser. "My servitors are only allowed to hear the voice of their master."

At the word, the title he had given himself, Fitz felt something twist in his gut, and quickly tried to push the feeling away. There was a flash of an image, of strong arms and firm words and more touch that he'd experienced in decades. The jacket on his shoulders and the layers under it only did so much to hold in body heat when his body barely created it anymore - seventy years on ice had made that difficult, sucked all the warmth from his cells and left nothing behind. He wasn't always cold, per say, but he wasn't as warm as he used to be, and likely wouldn't be again. And it would be far easier to leech heat from someone else than to wait for it to build up himself. But it would be extremely inappropriate to seek out that kind of comfort from the very alien he was trying to rescue his friends from - and he didn't want to, no matter what images his brain came up with.

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