#gonna be mushy in tags

[misterknoxville]

Johnny Knoxville on Steve-O’s sobriety

#johnny knoxville #philip john clapp #steveo #stephen glover #jackass #jackass forever #gonna be mushy in tags #listen #the look on johnnys face even at the beginning when he says Yes #you can just SEE how impressed and proud he is even now #he so often wants to express that steve-o is the one who got steve-o sober #he got him to the hospital #and even today Steve-O gives so much credit to Knoxville for that #and Im sure we all do #we’re all grateful that Knox loved him enough to 5150 him #but he never misses a chance to give the credit to Steve-O for being strong enough to not only do it but to STICK to it #steve-o is my hero #genuinely #and Im so happy those two didn’t let a payment dispute ruin them #brothers #i could cry honestly #these two are something out of a movie with the unabashed love and support they show one another #i love Knoxville for loving Steve-O enough to get him help #and i love Steve-O for putting in the work #video

[sunshinediaz]

wip wednesday 🫧

hi <3 i was tagged by @giddyupbuck, @fortheloveofbuddie, @wikiangela, and @daffi-990 mwah thank you all so much!

i've been working on the heart attack fic, so have a little something sweet before it all goes sour

Eventually, Eddie and Albert return from their search. Albert sidles up next to Buck and grabs hold of the hose, offering support, while Eddie jerks hard on Buck’s turnout to spin him around. Buck notices he’s not wearing his oxygen mask or air tank and immediately starts fussing.  Eddie accepts Buck’s fretting with a dirty, crooked smile. “Gave my tank to one of the victims,” he says. “I’m going to triage for some oxygen.”  Buck’s chest tightens and he squeezes Eddie’s shoulder. “You okay?” he asks, a half yell. Their radios aren’t needed; they’re close enough to read one another’s lips.   “Yeah,” Eddie answers, frowning. Buck can see his tight lips and pinched forehead, a crinkle in the middle of his brow, and it’s equal parts endearing and worrisome. “Just—can’t take a deep breath. Air’s hot.”  “Are you—” “Just out of air,” Eddie interrupts, smiling softly. He tugs on Buck’s turnout again, something he must’ve picked up from Chris, and Buck steps impossibly closer, knees knocking into Eddie’s. “I’m okay.”  Buck nods, as placated as he’s going to be. “Be careful.” He squeezes Eddie’s shoulder once again before dropping his hand. “Follow the hose.”  “I will.” Eddie’s smile grows, crooked and bright. He fists Buck’s turnout and pulls him close, butting his forehead against the visor of Buck’s mask like an affectionate dog. “See you out there, cowboy.”  Dazed, a little mesmerized and a lot in love, Buck watches Eddie follow the hose carefully, quickly, until his figure’s concealed by smoke and he alerts over the radio he’s made it outside. He shakes his head, clears the warm fuzzy feeling Eddie always seems to cultivate when he’s sweet, and gets back to work.  Albert nudges his shoulder. “What was that about?”  Buck grins, cheeks hot. “I’ll tell you when you’re older,” he replies, chuckling at Albert and Hen’s twin bark of laughter.

no pressure tagging @eddiebabygirldiaz, @eddiediaztho, @callmenewbie, @wildlife4life, @watchyourbuck, @disasterbuckdiaz, @rogerzsteven, @thewolvesof1998, @folk-fae, @hippolotamus, @loserdiaz, @honestlydarkprincess, @made-ofmemories, and @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy, and anybody else!!

#if i put some work into this fic i might have it finished in a week #because it's kind of heavy? but also. buck gets to be mean and angry and i really REALLY like that so who knows #might even finish it by saturday but don't get your hopes up i am sore and achy and doing my best not to fall asleep right now #in other news it has a happy ending #and ALSO this is my first time writing from buck's pov???? he's different than eddie but not uncomfortable so we're on the right track #also ALSO i get to write chim and hen being a big brother and sister to buck and eddie and that's fun like why don't we take advantage more #something something eddie's the oldest child and grandchild so he's never been a younger brother but he is with hen and chim #they love him a lot :') #i'm gonna make myself mushy ugh #tag games

[mushiemooon]

Silly swap au cyn!

- goes scavenging outside the colony with her brother N!

- N found her the hoodie while raiding a hot topic once and got it so it would “match” his

- Tinkers with the parts she finds scavenging to build rudimentary/advanced robots

- also builds weapons from the parts :]

- she really doesn’t like humans cause of them almost killing her parents

#she has yellow eyes cause theyre cool okay!! shhh #everyone keeps their original eye colors in this au #N V and J are gonna have lightly tinted eye colors though since their worker drone eye colors are white in canon #silly swap au #murder drones swap au #murder drones #mushie art tag #my art #digital art

[ilonacho]

grover did nothing wrong actually

#BOBS BURGERS SPOILERS #BOBS BURGERS THE MOVIE SPOILERS #bobs burgers #grover fischoeder #iloart #GONNA GO SEE IT AGAIN TODAY🥰😋 #<- tags from when i drafted this but its almost midnight sooo #u guys dont know how close i am to being unapologetically unhinged online #im going to bark dont even worry about it #ill be stressed out at work and my brain is just coming up w/ embarrassingly mushy petnames for him why

[zambehnation]

He loves like someone is always watching, falls like he doesn’t dare hope that someone will catch him, prepares for the worst- for broken bones, a fractured heart, scorched earth and burnt houses. He doesnt trust that love is kind, hasnt learnt that love wont leave.

Love is her silence as he orders her son to sleep out in the cold; love is her guilt at leaving him crippled.

For a long time, love tastes like ash and kills him faster than the Vicodin.

The second time love doesn't walk in. Love smashed a mirror. Love got arrested. Love moved to where he made his home in. But he knew love as something else- a friend. And love was a friend until, until-

And the decades danced, spun slow and syruppy and in the daylight love woke.

Love is his care, his laughter, his devotion. Love lets him steal his lunch. Love sits on the couch and watches his bad movies. Love laughs crinkled eyed at his wit and dirty jokes. Love writes him scripts to take away his pain. Love lies to protect him.

Love doesn't pull his punches. Love calls him an ass. Love offers his shoulders when he can't walk on his own. Love is brown eyed and softer with age. Love was a pretty face at twenty something; love is handsome in his forties.

Love forgives him. Love accepts him warts and all. Love loves that he's needy and love hasn't left, atleast not yet.

But love is sick. Love is human and fragile and easily tired now. Love hacks up his lungs. Love is constantly in pain. This love is dying and he still doesnt believe in God- never prayed or kneeled in any temples, never tried to barter his own soul.

So what can he do but follow into the darkness when this is the love that he won't, can't let go?

#3am is for bad poetry #I wrote this sleep deprived #That’s an excuse #all my poetry is bad ignore me #Not gonna use the fandom tag because they’ll eat me alive #Might take this down if i figure out where i can use it #My fanfics are usually mushy but since I’m in the middle of a crack fic i needed this out of me #Inspired by when love arrives by Sarah Kay

[ask-edd]

M!A: Everyone but Dan is under a love potion, so now they're even MORE in love with him 💖

What-?

Happy Valentine's Day, Danny~!

#yeah happy Valentine's day everyone :> #gonna have a little mushy soff stuff today since im still single #something nice for me bc maybe i deserve some nice soff #reminder to block the tag 'ae shipping' if you dont wanna see the shippy stuff #which all day is gonna be shippy so #wheeeee #ask #eddsworld #ew dan #ew edd #ae shipping

[racewinnerlandonorris]

Lando Norris DJing in a club in Monaco via @fabgt3

#lando norris #ok the tags are gonna be mushy #it’s just so sweet to watch him do something he clearly loves doing #and yes i know we get to see that at races but the part he loves of that is racing which we don’t actually really get to see of him #whereas this you can see the joy it brings him on his face and you can see that he has so much love for it #and i know we slag him off and have a laugh at all his lil hobbies but i do really think it’s really neat of him to not be afraid to fail #and just do it because it’s something he enjoys #and you can tell with things like this and even golf he wants to become better at them and he’ll just get up there and try with no fears #anyway before i ramble (more so) all im trying to say is i think he’s neat #(that doesn’t mean i won’t slag him off tho (it’s my love language)) #ln #vid

[hexiquin]

Me on the outside: I'm totally fine haha

Me on the inside thinking about yohaji and the fandom:

#I'm gonna be cringe in the tags just to let you know #This fandom has been the one that made me want to get back into being apart of one #I've been in so many fandoms over the years #Fandom after fandom filled with pointless drama between fans and staff #Fandoms filled with fans doing horrible thing to each other and themselves #Fandoms were I didn't feel welcome or weren't really there to begin with #But the yohaji fandom has shown me why I like being a fan and interacting with other fans #This is weirdly enough my little safe space on the internet were I can have fun and be goofy #and feel like life is ok even in these moments #Anyway enough of having these mushy emotions #yohaji #hexi posting

[maya-tl]

Hey, I don't have a request but I wanted to thank you for for being one of the few active gentle surgery content creators out there. I know it's weird but it's become a bit of a comfort ship for me.

It's also inspired me to try writing my own as well, there is only so much content for it.

EIIUUGHOOUGHHHEEEUGH

This was the nicest surprise I can actually feel my tear glands working overtime. There will be no shame in this house about finding comfort in Gentle Surgery—I do that too!! We'll be weird together!! 🤝🏻

There is such a lack of content for this ship that I deadass decided I was gonna do it myself. Like Thanos. I'm overjoyed to not be alone. ❤️

Thank you for the lovely ask and best of luck on the writing journey!! I believe in you!!

#my_inbox #jsketchi #bro I'm getting all mushy and stuff #if being self-deprecating in the tags is gonna get me messages like this I should do it more often (I'm joking) #no but seriously. write your heart out. I would love seeing more content in the gentle surgery tag.

[mushiewrites]

I've got two for ya :)

4 and 47 with lee!George and ler!Sapnap maybe during the London meet-up, Sap either jittery or upset about his double ear infection at the time (poor baby :()

from this post!

4: "You could tickle me if it will make you feel better"

47: "I wasn't even touching you"

“I hate London.” 

George rolled his eyes and let out an overexaggerated sigh, closing the fridge and carrying the two water bottles back over to the couch that a very grumpy Sapnap currently occupied. He held his arm out towards the smaller boy, handing him the water and sitting down next to him. 

“You don’t mean that! You’re just mad because you have a double ear infection,” The brunette opened the lid of his water bottle, waving the cap in the air at Sapnap as he spoke. “That’s definitely not London’s fault.” 

Sapnap let out a whine from beside him, wincing when he took a sip of the water. He quickly twisted the lid back onto the bottle before dropping it onto the cushion next to him. George was watching the younger boy, expecting to hear a rebuttal but receiving nothing instead. He could tell that Sapnap actually wasn’t feeling good and was trying to brainstorm ways to make him feel better; or at the very least, something that could provide him a much needed distraction. A small blush filled George’s cheeks as a passing thought caught his attention, knowing that if he offered this to Sapnap he would definitely take him up on his offer.

“Hey Sapnap?” George spoke softer than normal, immediately gaining Sapnap’s attention at the new tone in his voice. He looked down into his lap, fidgeting with his fingers.

“Hm?” 

“You could…uhm,” He brought his hands up to his face, pressing his palms against his cheeks for a moment before running his right hand nervously through his hand. “You could tickle me..if that would make you feel better.” 

George could feel Sapnap staring at him, but he refused to look up from his pants. He couldn’t. He had just offered himself up to be tickled! How could anyone look someone in the eye after that? He dropped his hands back down into his lap, about to lace his fingers together when he was pushed over, landing on his right side on the couch. 

“Wh-What the hell?!” He looked up at the younger boy with wide eyes, not expecting to be manhandled and maneuvered like he weighed nothing. Sapnap smirked down at him, climbing up to take his place on George’s waist while he adjusted the elder to lay on his back. George let out a whine, covering his face with his hands again while it grew impossibly warmer. 

“What do you mean ‘what the hell’? You offered!” 

George moved his hands from his face and opened his mouth to reply when he stopped himself, closing his mouth and biting on his bottom lip when he realized he had nothing to argue. He watched as Sapnap formed his hands into claw shapes, making him break out into nervous giggles and bring his arms down to cross them over his stomach. 

“Y-Yes but I-” 

“What? Didn’t expect me to agree?” Sapnap snickered from above him, beginning to wiggle his fingers as they began their descent towards the older boy’s torso. “I wasn’t even touching you yet, George. How are you gonna survive this?” 

“I-”

“Don’t answer that - you won’t.” 

Sapnap dropped his hands against George’s ribs, kneading quickly and causing the older boy to break out into a bright cackle, squirming and trying to grab at Sapnap’s hands to stop him. One of the tickling hands had suddenly disappeared, Sapnap bringing it to his left ear and cupping his palm over it.

“Fuck, George, be quieter! I have two ear infections, you can’t be screaming like that!” Sapnap was speaking as if he was angry but wore a huge grin stretching from ear to ear, clearly enjoying his suffering. 

“I cahahan’t help it! You’re tihihickling me!” George whined through his laughter, giving up on trying to block the sensitive spot and instead opting to cover his face instead. 

“Oh is that what I’m doing? I had no idea!” The younger boy was heavy on the sarcasm, acting as if he just learned brand new information on the boy below him. “No shit, George. But I’m sick! And you need to be quiet if you don’t wanna hurt me.” 

George moved his hands to glare at Sapnap through his giggles, knowing he was playing dirty so that George would give in to what he was telling him to do. And as much as George didn’t want to, Sapnap was right - he didn’t want to hurt his best friend. So despite Sapnap adding his second hand back down against his ribs, he did his best to cover his mouth with both hands, hoping to keep any squeals or shrieks in. 

He squirmed when Sapnap sat back slightly, reaching his left hand behind him to squeeze the top of George’s thigh twice. This sent a ticklish wave through his body, causing him to buck up with a squeal. Judging by Sapnap’s smile, he could tell that his hands were indeed doing their job of keeping the louder laughs from escaping. 

“See! Look at you, you can do it, kitten!” 

“D-Dohohon’t push it!” 

“Wouldn’t dream of it…kitten.” 

George considered lifting his hands slightly to let his squeaks and cackles reach the younger boy’s ears, knowing it would cause him to stop, but changed his mind; Sapnap looked so happy, and George didn’t have the heart to take this moment away from him. 

Even as sapnap found the sensitive spot on the back of his ribs, ripping a scream from the back of his throat that was so loud he was sure it would have deafened even those with fully working, healthy eardrums.

#lee!george #ler!sapnap #asks #sleepy anon #sleeeeepy this is so cute ): #my heart #melted #also shoutout to cal for feeding me some lines and ideas #cal actually is my ghost writer guys #the secrets out #anyways.............enjoy #mushie ficlets #mcyt tickle #gonna tag cals tag too cause #he did some of this #awkwardtickleetoo

[freakurodani]

people that write nice tags on my art i see you, know i cherish you, know im printing your tags and putting it on a corkboard

#conspiracy lvl: text #tired-lamb my beloved <333 #your tags on my recent comic made me all mushy inside so I'm gonna call u out thank you

[marmot-bee-person]

today my friend had really awesome dangly earrings (the important one was an inch-tall jar of fake honey and a tiny spoon, the other one was a leaf bout the size of a quarter with a tiny bee on it) and I was standing right behind them in choir and I am proud to say I resisted the impulse to reach out and grab it (it looked cool and I wanted to touch it okay)

#is this adhd? #gonna tag it as #adhd #impulse control #mushy’s life

[zanyzendraws]

NO WAY DEAR EVAN HANSEN RELEASED SIX YEARS AGO

NO WAY I WAS IN EIGHTH GRADE WHEN I LEARNED ABOUT IT

WHAT THE HELL IS THE PASSAGE OF TIME

#i was looking at musical animatics again because i'm gonna make one of my ocs for college people to look at #and i found myself returning to mushie r's dear evan hansen ones (reuploaded rip) #and i got nostalgic so now i listen to deh at one am #AND WHAT???? #I WAS THIRTEEN WHEN I DISCOVERED THIS DAMN MUSICAL #HAS IT REALLY BEEN SIX YEARS???? #I REMEMBER READING THE NOVEL IN FRESHMAN YEAR #I lowkey long for those days where I would just #Look at musical fandoms #Like BMC / DEH / Heathers #Listen to that shit on the bus #And then brainrot over Eddsworld flower crown edits or BATIM while I was on my way to the mall with the family #Good times #Nostalgia #Anyways I should probably tag this post my bad #zanyzen speaks #dear evan hansen #also dang DEH hits harder when you're older #Probably because I have a better grasp of the plot now????

[coldshrugs]

one of the few things i'm sure of

pairing: io laithe / estinien varlineau word count: 1.4k rating: explicit – minors do not interact notes: estinien ruminates on his feelings for io during a moment of intimacy. he's ready to put it into words.

Sprawled in a plush, high-backed chair, Io scans a thick tome of Arkasodara folklore, a recent gift from Nidhana. Late afternoon sun streams through the open window and warm light dances over her face and glints in the ink blue of her hair. Long, elegant fingers dart across the page, and her lips spread in a delighted smile now and then–something must be amusing.

Across the room, Estinien cleans and polishes his armor. He watches her wordlessly and smiles. He likes this.

His chambers are a mess, and she is to blame. Half-finished books lay open on every surface, and her clothes are stashed in his wardrobe with very little rhyme or reason. She burrows into the private spaces of his life, making herself at home, leaving little pieces of evidence for him to find when she’s pulled away to some far-flung corner of the world. He doesn’t mind; all of this and more he can bear, because he loves her–though he hasn’t given voice to that thought.

A short, deep grunt of laughter breaks the silence.

She looks up from her book with the same precious smile, eyes sharp and suspicious. “What?”

“You seem to be enjoying yourself.” He shrugs.

“And you seem to enjoy staring. Where are your manners, Ser Estinien?”

A twitchy grin accompanies her feigned indignance. She bites her bottom lip to keep up the charade, and Estinien laughs again.

The book snaps closed. “I find it very difficult to concentrate when you do that.”

“When I do what, exactly?” He continues wiping down the pauldron, but teasing her is a game he cannot resist. His gaze sweeps down the length of her body, draped so casually in the chair. She wears a loose linen tunic, though every inch of skin underneath it is familiar to him, and her long legs are bare. His eyes snap back to hers. “Look at you?”

Her chest heaves, and he watches that too. He doesn't have to guess how her body responds to his attention. Her pulse quickens, heat blooms in her chest and takes root further down. She stokes the same fire in him.

She nods slowly. “Yes. Like that.” Chewing her lip again, she looks at the closed book in her hands, the window, the floor... Estinien stops polishing and places his work aside. Unable to find anything else of interest, Io’s gaze slowly slides his way.

He leans back, half-propped on his bed. “Then come here, and I’ll do more than look.”

He never tires of her earnest surprise at being desired. Her wide eyes, as if she’s hearing it for the first time. Her careful steps across the room, almost like she’s allowing him to change his mind.

Estinien reaches for her, sure of what he wants, and tugs her closer until she’s in front of him. The hands he watched so closely as they skimmed the page now brush loose hair from his eyes, their touch warm and light. His eyes fall closed, almost distracted from purpose by the gentle affection, but proximity brings confidence. Io’s hands travel down to the leather cord lacing his shirt, and she unties it eagerly.

“You would have your way, and I would have mine. It’s my turn to look.”

His shirt is on the floor in seconds. Io touches him, roaming over relaxed muscle, tracing knotted scars. Gone is the reserved caution from moments ago, and in its place lies a heavy need. Her eyes, an impossibly deep shade of blue, turn hungry and ever darker. She lifts his hands to her hips, a silent instruction to touch her. 

He grips her tightly, kisses her belly, and curses the thin fabric that separates them. Her hands play in his hair, short nails grazing his scalp, and he groans against her when she tugs his unbound locks.

“Io,” he breathes, voice like gravel. He needs her closer, needs her on him.

Estinien slides further onto the bed and Io follows, planting a knee on each side of him. He grasps her thigh, fingertips finding purchase on her soft skin. His free hand travels up her front, rippling the fabric in its path. She shivers when his palm brushes across her nipple, the peak hardening under his hand.

Io, all sweetness and sincerity, cups his face and kisses him slowly, taking her time. Soft lips move with his, steady, patient. Her hips grind down against him, she sighs at the friction and he can no longer be delicate. Not when she moves like this, determined to feel him half-hard and aching for her through his trousers. 

His hand tangles into her hair, and his kiss is much less refined. Open-mouthed and urgent, he tells Io exactly how much he needs her. Not just now, not merely like this.

At his side in battle, and warming the other side of his bed. In the quiet moments he wants to share with no one else, and in the crowded rooms he’s forced to endure. The small joys and the monumental failures–he wants to be with her for them all.

He peels away her tunic, careful not to let it tangle on her arms or ears. It lands on the floor with his shirt. He has only a moment to draw his tongue over the warmth of her newly exposed skin before she pushes him against the bed with a firm hand.

Io’s fingers rake down his stomach and pause at his belt. “May I?” she asks, dipping to kiss the corner of his mouth. 

“Gods, yes, Io.” 

And she obliges, discarding the last of his clothes quickly before her hands are on his cock.

His low moan encourages her strokes. Estinien shudders at the insistent twist of her hand, chasing the touch, thrusting into her grip until he’s at the edge. Io’s played this game before, and she won’t dare push him over yet. The soft, playful smile she tried to hide half an hour ago is back.

“I love the sounds you make,” Io whispers, lips ghosting across his ear. She moves further up his lap, and he can feel the heat between her thighs. Her hair falls around them, a dense blue curtain. The world condenses to her face, her lips on his neck, his hands on her body. “I love…”

She bites her lip, bites back the “you” he desperately wants to hear.

He loves her. Her hand pressed hard into his chest, back arching gracefully under his hands as she takes the lead. Loves her when she sinks onto him, slowly, slowly, the little gasp when their hips meet and he’s finally buried inside her. Loves the satisfied smile she reserves for these moments with him. She saves so much for him and him alone, creates a language only they understand, and he loves her.

Io moves and, enveloped in her slick heat, the sentence goes unfinished but not forgotten.

Estinien watches once more; dark freckles peppered across her skin, the sheen of sweat catching the sunlight. She leans back and speeds her pace, and his thumb circles her clit. Tiny wrinkles crease around her eyes as she squeezes them shut. Her lips part, frozen in a moan she tries to suppress.

“Don’t,” he says. Io meets his eyes, hazy confusion knit between her brows. “Don’t hold back, not with me.”

The moan rips free, loud in the confines of his room. Louder than she’s ever allowed herself to be before. Shortly after, she breaks, legs quaking as she falls against his chest, panting between kisses pressed to his sweat-damp skin.

He continues when she cannot, cradling her closer and searching out her mouth. Languid, wet kisses pass between them until he finds his end, as warm and sweet and radiant as Io herself.

They lay on his disheveled bed, caught in a sunbeam. She twists his silver strands between her fingers, nuzzling into his neck. He strokes her back.

“We should just say it.” His fingers wander down to her leg, hiking her thigh up higher on his waist. Someone must go first. Easier to say exactly what she means to him. “I–”

“I love you, Estinien.” Io kisses his shoulder, right on top of the old scar.

He’s lucky she can’t see his ridiculous smile. He takes her hand and raises it to his lips. “I love you, too.”

#azia writes #io laithe #io/estinien #not putting this in his wholeass tag tho #if it shows up it shows up #okay well. y'all know i can't resist a soft mushy smutty fic #so here's one for my current obsession 😭🥺💗 #perceive or do not. i am covering my face anyway #ash and rolo said it was okay so i'm gonna post it #gonna post and fleeeeeee and edit any weird things tomorrow BYE #spicy fic #that can be my new tag for things of this rating so tumblr doesn't do its thing

[bacchanyalia]

EVERYONE SAY HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO ME AND @watchfulgoth RIGHT MEOW

#txt #seven whole yrs........ #im not gonna get mushy in the tags but like #i am full of tender thoughts

[rivalfortune5768]

Wallow not, Worry not.

CWs: talking about scars That's it really, doubt and self-comparison if you want a real specific one.

When I looked and listened to those around me, their stories, I saw trophies, triumphs. Moments of light shining out through stained glass scars. Hard fought through mountains of practice, badlands of neglect, a cruel sea of abuse, or caves holding nightmares of trauma.

I looked at my own scars often, they were dull. They were Wrong. They aren't the right shape, or color, and they were inflicted just the same, but I had no reward or success or power or title to show for them. They were simply patchwork on my skin. Rotted folds in my brain. Bandages on my heart.

I thought often about what it must be like to be a different version of myself. One unburdened, or better aided, or perhaps just more fortunate or driven. One who composes the songs I hear in my sleep. One who knows the language of my people, and their culture. One who tells stories, still, even after so many world over know them. So on, so on, et al.

But, here's the thing about those others. They would all love me, as they would all love one-another. Because despite the longing for accolade and prestige and a spot in others' hearts and minds we still hold a place in our own. I am filled with an unending, patient love for myself.

My scars are all wrong, but there is still love to be found in the grooves of them if only someone sets them to a record player. My aches of the heart are heard when I speak them. I still tell stories, long after my close friends have heard them, and more stories do I make by the day, as those same friends could tell you.

I am Us, We are some of You, You, if you can relate, are I.

We love you. We want to love our scars. We love your scars. We think they look pretty, even if the light doesn't shine through them in the color or shape you'd like to see. Even if you can't see the way they shine now, I can, We can, You can.

Nothing will stop us for longing for another world, a kinder one. We don't think we could stop ourself if one was offered to us, nearly no matter the price. But we need not give away anything to get there. It will come with time, and with great effort, and hope, and kindness to each-other. With a grand mosaic of our scars.

Wallow not in your fear, be it founded or paranoid. Worry not for us, for we are forever, and nothing from hardship to hellfire could stop us. Simply do what you can to reach out and care for another at every chance you're able.

You may show them the light their scars cast through you.

#Story Time #we got inspired at 1 AM in bed WHOOPS. OOPS. #feelin mushy tonight #feelin longing and desire tonight #feelin like it's gonna be okay even if we don't feel like it's gonna be okay tonight #y'know? #we need a more specific tag than story time #Drabble Babble #Eh that's popular too but it'll work #we can search these shits on our own blog #love da tags baybe #okay goodnight