It's Called Monster (under My Bed) By @scribbleb-red, READ IT, IT'S SO GOOD. ALL THEIR WORK ACTUALLY

IM CRYING THIS IS SO FUNNY

coming home from the failed siege at the burial mounds and ur son is looking at u weird bc you’ve always sworn that the yiling laozu was a ruthless savage beast who snapped ur arms and legs personally and y’all just spent the last 6 hours watching a charismatic twink in the presidents underwear do group conflict resolution

Anybody else have no idea how their personality is perceived by others? Like am I nice? Am I mean? I have no idea.

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I thought it made sense to present them together.

@jingyismom cited the first picture as an inspiration in her fic and the second picture is directly inspired by that fic, like some kind of angsty feedback loop

He Kissed Her Once

He kissed her once. It was by the sea, the smell of brine and watery decay thick in the air. The sun was high, its light made the water glitter prettily, its heat baked the seaweed and fish washed ashore. He thought, almost bitterly, that the beauty and repugnance of the moment was fitting. He wondered which one she would consider more.

She considered nothing at all. She was entirely startled by the manner of his embrace. It hurt in the way soft, sweet, and perfect things hurt; heartbreaking in its gentleness and care. She pulled away quickly, overwhelmed by the power she had so suddenly over her supposedly enigmatic, closed off friend.

He stumbled back, as if struck. His face burned and his hands shook. She stared hard at the ground and said nothing with a face flushed with embarrassment or heat or discomfort, neither of them could tell. Silence clung to them, heavy and chafing, until he walked away and disappeared somewhere among the ships.

She kept her gaze fixed on her hastily polished shoes where they were planted over both sand and grassed soil for a little while longer. Before too long, she walked away herself, without looking back or noticing the sharp, dark eyes tracking her.

For all they laughed, talked, and ran about, they never spoke again after that day by the sea.

I miss properly being in a fandom. Since I went to university, I been busy and havent had good time to invest in fandom and creating things and I hate that. My last exam's on Thursday and then I shall properly indoctrinate myself back into fandomhood.

So, India is dying.

Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.

If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.

A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.

There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.

There is no plan.

Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.

Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.

We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.

This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.

We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.

People are dying.

People are dying.

People are dying and there is no plan.

More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.

My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.

Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.

But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.

She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.

So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.

If you can, donate.

Or spread the word.

Help. Please.

What a fat mood, I havent even thought about my wips 😅

I can't decide which andreil wip to work on ;____;

“You did what you did, I felt what I felt, and it is what it is.”

— Unknown