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#i’m extremely unwell
rudystree · 1 year
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POV you spent anytime wit’ me for the past week
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mell0bee · 2 years
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i bring you extremely niche memes as a coping mechanism after all in
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sunflowerrex · 8 months
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When I say I am Frothing From the Mouth.
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unknownarmageddon · 9 months
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i keep thinking of apocolyptic au kross..... just like, them trying to get by
and sometimes, I wanna think that killer looks at cross, this random guy he's fallen in love with, this tough, stony, kinda cold dude, and killer just
mourns that he couldn't have met cross before it all fell apart, and he wishes they could have done cheesy, silly things as a normal couple, stuff like picnics in a nice field, joyrides, fairs, dinner dates, romantic spas, late nights in a cozy bed, just. things that killer used to want to do with a partner, but of course he catches himself the best fish in this dried up sea when there's none of that to be done anymore
even on the best of nights, when they curl up together and just bask in the feeling of being able to have each other at all, it's always tainted by the fact that it wouldn't last; there would be no lazy mornings for them, and when the sun-scorched clouds brighten with 'sunlight', they'd pack up camp and move on to their next place, always looking for food, water, temporary shelter, supplies; survival came first and cross kept them moving
and like, I imagine whatever relationship they have is unspoken, unacknowledged, and its one of those things where they just slowly closed the distance until they were silently taking ahold of each others hands and snuggling up at night, lingering together within grabbing distance
but they didnt really ever discuss it, they just went with it, and neither of them can pinpoint the exact night when they first laid down close enough for cross to haul killer's sleeping mat closer to his [most likely during some winter night, when cross could get away with saying it was for warmth, which is as true as it is false]
but now that its there, and they have this proximity, Killer just finds himself again and again, lying awake, hyper focused on the warm spot where Cross's breath hits his neck, and just wishing they could have had a chance at a normal life
and then, cross gives him a stupid, silly, precious, irreplaceable gift; the star projector I talked about in the tags, and I wanna think that its that that breaks killer's barriers down enough for him to admit how much he just wanted to wake up in a nice bed, in a safe home, with the sunrise peeking through thin curtains to trace their outlines through the thick, cozy bedsheets and killer could kiss him and promise him a full breakfast and a relaxed day and killer admits that one little thing to cross and it just strikes cross then that killer was just
he may have gotten used to living in this new world of theirs, but whereas cross had essentially moved on, Killer hadnt, and with the discovery of Killer's homesickness for a nonexistant life, suddenly cross just noticed how lacking their current one was and shit, its no wonder killer is so bummed
and I wanna think that cross just slows down almost? he lets them linger, doesn't drag killer to his feet to get moving anymore, and killer seems more settled, because if he closes he eyes and just pretends in the mornings, he can see those sunbeams on clean bedsheets, like he dreams about so often
and because they linger now more often, they start finding things that, in this new world of ruin and decay, they were meaningless, but stars damnit, when cross catches killer eyeing up a silly, whimsical thing, like a ruined playground, cross just steers them towards it and they indulge in some fun
of course, the places are always falling apart, but every now and then, they come across a swing set that holds their weight long enough for cross to take a seat and killer to climb onto Cross's lap, sitting backwards, and they just swing, and cross feels a little dumb, but killer hasn't smiled so brightly in all the time they've been together, and if that's all it takes, then cross gladly surrenders himself to feeling stupid a little longer
and all this new time for living outside of survival, killer picks up an old hobby or two; whittling, mainly, and rock collecting, and cross has a little wooden rose tucked away in his jacket now, right over where his heart would be if he had human organs and killer sees it every now and then, and feels a little fuzzy
and then cross finally, finally, picks up his own hobby, and now he just has a little sketch pad filled to the brim with drawings of killer, most of them of killer focused on his whittling, and there's just a fiber sense of peace between them now that they're living a little beyond staying alive
and with that, killer starts trying to woo cross (even tho they're already past that) but I wanna think he feels like he owes it to cross, and himself? so like, he brings cross more small trinkets, going all out in every way he could in his courting efforts that its obvious to even Cross's dense skull
and they finally indulge in something cross honestly even forgot was a thing, and they go beyond hand holding and cuddling and killer starts pressing sweet little kisses to Cross's cheek and it just snowballs from there, and huergh I'm so unwell over them........
thats my final kross ramble of the day 😌
SHAKING YOU SHAKING YOU SHAKING YOU GRIPPING YOU BY THE SHOULDERS AND SHAKING YOU LIKE A RAGDOLL
ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME
FUCKING. GOD DUDE
Hello chair what is this BOMBSHELL you’ve just unleashed upon me
IM?? DUDE
You are so fucking spot on. About everything. All of this is something I’ve thought about at least once but you’ve worded it so well I’m actually going to lose it
Like this is my exact brain rot almost like?? HELLO
ESPECIALLY THE THING ABOIT THEM NOT ACTUALLY ACKNOWLEDGING THEYRE RELATIONSHIP??? That is so spot on the way I’ve been thinking about them I’m losing my absolute fucking mind
Everything’s gone to shit and they can never go back to how it was before no matter how goddamn bad they may want to. Now matter how goddamn much one or both of them wishes they could just have that normality back. But they still have each other and they’re still surviving. And they’re learning to adapt and they’re learning to just. Appreciate each other cause maybe they can find things that are just barely normal enough for them. They can pretend to have what they could have had before those homes went off GODDD I AM UNWELL ABOUT THEM
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stonecoldsilly · 2 years
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epistolary phase and rumours phase next episode lads I’m calling it here we’re gonna get more on chirps secret lover and wrackingspelt and people are going to be invited over for tea and new honorifics (brennan don’t pick the cowardly I’ll microwave your dice) and more wanessa and more wuvvy and binx being on the rise and baroness elven and whomever caw is and why titania’s ladies maid wanted to speak to chirp and a croquet game between hob and squak and the fallout between suntar and andhera after that clutch move and more binx history and why the magic is fading and more mika and advisor and more goblin court antics and more ruehob pining and more gorgeous set pieces and perhaps a ball and looking at this list the rest of the season needs to be 300 hours long I can’t wait thanks aabria appreciate your sacrifice xoxo
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ickypuppi3 · 1 year
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heard that “what do you want to be when you grow up?” “kind” audio from the boy the mole the fox and the horse and i cannot stop thinking about how baby billy coded it is and ..
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darth-grips · 21 days
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I’d never commissioned art before I commissioned that pic of Luke for my fic. Why didn’t anybody tell me it was the most embarrassing thing on earth to do. Truly the mortifying ordeal of being known.
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paradoxunknown · 1 year
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I’m going to throw up.
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seungmoes · 8 months
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katnissgirlsmakedo · 5 months
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it’s all just very. you could have anyone but you still chose me because i was the one that knew you first and i was the one that was there when we were younger and i’m the one that knows you still and has seen you at your worst and stayed. and you could have anyone but you don’t want anyone you want that soul crushing bone aching history and intimacy that makes you want to tear your hair out and scream because that’s the only kind of love that feels real. whatever
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milo-is-rambling · 5 months
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Milo sex brain issues timeline :
Age 11 - my laptop gets taken away from me (by my mom) bc I was looking at porn and self harm instagram accounts
Age 12 - wattpad ao3 fucked up fanfic ruined my brain. Also got catfished by a grown man and my mom found out (thru reading my texts) before I did. Then we never dealt with any of the shame or guilt it just festered in me forever. I see the catfisher threatened suicide before my mom takes my phone away from me completely for like a month.
Age 13 - had a girlfriend and we fucked regularly. Sometimes when I didn’t want to. I thought it was fine bc at least I was wanted.
Age 14 - I break up with girlfriend and she threatens suicide. I spiral. She doesn’t kill herself. Instead becomes friends with all of my friends (except Millie ❤️) and I end up isolated as fuck and hating myself
Age 15 - more depression spiral. Back to fucked up fanfic. This time writing it. Also porn is back but more violent and kinky.
Age 16 - Covid times. Full spiral mental breakdown just bc of existing. Drops out of high school.
Age 17 - move to Florida. Have to sort and pack up all of the shit from my past including everything my ex girlfriend had ever given me.
Age 18 - nsfw twitter account made. Rocking the self hatred and god complex simultaneously. Makes a discord group with other nsfw twt mutuals. My dad dies suddenly. I have to drive to his funeral in Maine. On the road I meet and fuck one of my twt mutuals. The whole friend group falls apart before I’m even back to Florida. Spiral.
Age 19 - fucks a 41 year old man without protection and he cums in me without any warning. Have to take plan b for the first time. Also my first time with a cis guy irl. Not a fan.
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wiiltshire · 1 year
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can’t wait until i finish watching willow and i can start reblogging posts about it. i’ll be unstoppable
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pleco-jim · 10 months
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i opened twitter to this logo and immediately went LEO?????? i am not ok
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dahldahlbills · 2 years
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i have job interview im .. norvus
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snarltoothed · 1 year
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i need to be in a female separatist psych ward but alas they don’t exist! and as such i will continue being a problem
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