#wth even

[imaginenarusasu]

i just...

do i block pm’s? i used to enjoy interacting with people i met on ff but i haven’t talked to anyboy on here in years so i guess it wouldn’t matter

jeez idk whether to laugh or cry at this message 

wth @ ff.net

[toglidethroughlife]

Unsent (Kenji x Alex, Playback outtake)

Note: Uhhh, I don’t even know why I’m posting this, but it’s been written anyway, so have an angsty outtake from my other fic, Playback, maybe?

Kenji sits on his lookout hill, a can of beer in his hand, his phone in the other.

He dials the same number he’s been calling for months now, his thumb moving of its own accord.

The line rings, and he waits for it – that familiar click he’s now grown accustomed to.

Click.

“Hey, this is Alex. I can’t come to the phone right now, but leave a message and I’ll get back to you when I can.”

Click.

And usually he would hang up by now. The sound of her voice enough to keep him going.

But tonight was different.

Tonight, he had words to say.

“Hey, Alex.

It’s Thanksgiving tomorrow.

And I miss you.

I was at the supermarket, picking up groceries for dinner tomorrow, but I realized that the one person I wanted to cook for wasn’t going to be there.

We invited Rochelle to join us, by the way.

… we’re setting up a place for you–

Just in case you can make it.

Ah, Kenji, this is stupid.

I promised you I wouldn’t cry.

Not while I still had hope. Not while you were still alive.

… but it’s hard, Alex.

This feels like giving up.

I don’t want to give up.

Not on you, Alex. Never on you.

Tell me how to make it stop. I want to keep believing that you’re out there.

Send me a sign. Something. Anything.

… God, Kenji, what are you thinking?

Of course she can’t. She can’t even hear you right now.”

And for the first time since that day, Kenji mourns her, hot tears streaking his face.

He doesn’t try to stop them this time, months of pent up emotion breaking through, one resounding thought in his mind – she’s gone.

She really is gone.

He looks up at the evening sky, the tilt of his head slowing down the flow of his tears, but only so slightly.

“I still have hope, Alex. It’s just… hard.

Every day that you’re not here is another day that I have to think about letting you go.

… I don’t want to let you go.”

He takes a long pull at his beer, finishing its contents and crushing the tin can in his hand.

He pulls out the single rose he’d gotten from the supermarket and presses his lips to its petals, leaving it on the same rock which he’d sat on.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Alex.”

[stellarfool]

I almost had a heart attack when keith went in ready to actually fucking die

[klarsynt]

just woke up after calling out of work bc my tummy hurts :(

[hawtkaffeem]

cookin up fire beats rn

anyway what kinda fursona even am i

like

what species????

like

i like robots, cats, and dino mask and fish??? wth??? 😭😭😭 i can’t be a horrid hybrid of those i wanna be a robot silly thing

[helliskylux]

Like I have a really long queue because sometimes life happens and I forget tumblr exists but most of the time I just scroll endlessly here.

However. Because I have such a long queue sometimes the things that gets published I came across months ago, so I end up reblogging what I just reblogged so now I'm stuck on a loop. HELP ahhahahhah

I have like a mind of a goldfish

[ivehadatechnicaldifficulty]

Being an adult is really just getting continuous emails about different taxes and bills you have to pay and going huh... okay I guess

[ascending-sunsetbutterfly]

What happened to romancing your lover by singing odes to their beauty, describing every perky and intriguing detail of their smile and eyes, laying lavishly amongst the prairie until dawn comes and stars greet us humans with their light? Where has the timidness of a kiss, the soft grasp of one another's hand, or the vulnerability and depth of laying hearts bare gone off to?