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[i-quill-never-give-up]

Ooc

I am sick as I type this so excuse if I don't make any sense

Some of you may have noticed I've been completely inactive for a few weeks (I think, I'm not actually sure how long it's been)

Things have been very intense and very chaotic and very stressful on my end of the thing we all come to this hell site to escape from. There's been a few ER visits (not for me), surgeries (again, not for me), acting as a caretaker, maid, cook, and overall heavily underpaid and undervalued house keeper, and lots of crying and calling my best friend randomly to come get me.

I don't have the energy to even be on tumblr much and I don't see myself getting it back very soon but hopefully I'm wrong! I apologize if anyone's been waiting for something from me, feel free to shoot me a message and act like everything is normal (it makes me feel better than getting coddled) and remind me of anything I meed to do so I'll have a proper reminder when I'm back!

I love you all and I hope you're doing much better than me, hugs hugs hugs!!!

[voidfangs]

good morning y’all. i’m still waking up but like this for a one-liner lyric/poetry starter.

[bare1yart]

[ID: Two doodles of Jon and Martin from TMA. This first is of Jon, a skinny south Asian man with medium-length hair tied back into a short ponytail. He’s wearing a flannel over a t-shirt with his hands clasped together. He’s smiling gently, saying “Good job!” The second is of Martin, a fat white man with short wavy hair wearing a sweater. His hands are clenched into fists in front of him and he’s smiling as he says, “You’re doing great!” Both of them have hearts doodles around their speech bubbles. End ID.]

Some supportive jmarts I doodled during a competition

[thebibliosphere]

Did anyone else’s desktop tumblr just log them out?

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Sometimes, when Christopher gets back to his quarters, you just wait.

You're already in bed, above the covers and in your pjs, a PADD in hand. Christopher comes in, gives you a wave before he begins to strip out of his jacket. You watch it, and the day, come away from him slowly. His head is bowed as he hangs it up before passing into the bathroom. You watch him go before you turn back to your PADD, and you wait.

Una's already given you a warning, see-- you know that this shift was a bad one for him. So you'd already put his sweatpants and a t-shirt in the bathroom for him. There's a moment, and then you hear the shower come on.

When he reemerges a while later, you glance up, taking in the sight of him. He's pulled on the sweatpants but foregone the shirt; his hair is damp, fluffed from his towel. He comes over to you slowly, and you wait.

He clambers onto the bed, and settles between your legs. He cuddles up to you, pressing his face into your neck and winding his arms around your shoulders. You set your PADD aside and run your fingers through his hair. You don't ask him to talk, you just wait.

He sighs softly, finally, and tips his head up.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" You ask, rubbing a hand between his shoulder blades. He shakes his head a little, and you nod.

"Okay. Are you alright?" You ask softly, massaging your fingertips along his scalp.

"I am now," He murmurs.

[iamapoopmuffin]

Shadow: Professor, do I have a birthday?

Gerald: Hmm...you didn't have a birth, so technically no.

Shadow: Hmm.

Gerald: But don't feel bad! We can celebrate the day I extracted you from the cloning tank, or the day I scraped your DNA from that growth on Black Doom's back.

Gerald: Ah yes, I remember it like it was yesterday. I used this very fork.

[romioneficfest]

Day 14 Prompts

Day 14 prompts

Different Hogwarts Houses The Burrow Parchment They say love goes through the stomach

[fourhorsemenfanfiction]

2 Sentence Thirsts?? ok yes I humbly request a Strife Darksiders/reader.... myb something tender if it's no trouble....

(This is for a very special someone on discord ✨👀)

Strife looks down at you with stars in his eyes: your mouth drips with his seed, eyes glazed and dreamy. He doesn't even try to resist the speed at which his body moves to connect your mouths, tasting himself and sharing the burden of swallowing.