I'm about halfway through the Sunbearer trials and slight spoilers but Quetzal is a stronger person than me. Imagine loosing your child to a series of trials and the grief is so bad that you hold off on having another child for over one hundred years before finally working up the nerve and then they get chosen for the same series of trials on their second to last year of being eligible. I would have just started biting people
i found a subreddit dedicated to people eating oranges in the shower
i thought this was going to be something sexual but it’s so much weirder than that
I’m sorry to tell you this but I’m almost certain this is a sexual thing, nobody writes that level of description without some type of passion for it.
i truly cannot believe someone accused mitski of keeping them as a child sex slave (that her dad BOUGHT FOR HER AS A HS GRADUATION GIFT) in her SUNY purchase dorm as like a 19 year old and not only did y’all buy that shit but also had the fucking nerve to lecture people for “celebrity worship” as though this moderately famous indie singer was kylie jenner or something all the while said person keep creating a more and more fucking ridiculous story which included a claim of suffering from stroke-level brain damage and memory loss from being pistol whipped and assassination attempts from their family members AND working with the FBI to expose their parents.....and then deleted and y’all were like “well leave them alone this is a normal response to some other trauma” ???????????????????????
Sorry, I could never be a capitalist, I suffer from “wanting humans to have their basic needs met” disorder, where I care about people who aren’t me.
Someone once asked me if, assuming we got universal healthcare, I would be okay with the rise in “healthcare tourism” where people who are sick come to our country to get their medical bills taken care of and life-saving medical treatment cheaper than in their home countries.
I was just like, yeah thats fine, I’d actually prefer it if 0 people died from preventable causes kept behind a paywall for no reason.
“even the addicts?” yeah dude did i fucking stutter
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“You betrayed me!”
darkiplurrr asked:
35 for Driplierst?
lostcybertronian answered:
This made me sad.
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Prompt 35: “Can I have one last kiss?”
He grasped at Dr. Iplier’s arm with transparent fingers, a translucent hand, pressed his rapidly fading forearm to his in a desperate act of denial. Or, perhaps, acceptance. It was impossible to tell; any words he tried to speak were lost to a voice box that no longer worked.
“I’m sorry.” The doctor’s own voice was tear-choked and cracking. He shifted to take the Host’s free hand, grip slipping right through his nearly gone hand. You’re dying, he didn’t say, because to admit that would be to admit defeat. To admit there was no hope left for a cure, even as he thought about how no ego had ever re-appeared after fading, even as the clock above the Host’s head ticked closer and closer to zero.
Even as the Host’s body faded before his very eyes.
The Host’s lips quirked; whether it was a smile or a grimace, well. His arm had faded completely now, his grip on the doctor’s arm non-existent, a cold nothing where there had moments ago been something.
The Host’s chest heaved and that smile-grimace turned. His head dropped back against the pillow, cracked lips parting in a gasp to reveal blood-tinted teeth.
A glance at the clock. Fifteen seconds. A glance at the Host. His body was disappearing, inch by inch. His arms, gone. Legs, gone. The fade rapidly approached his chest, eating him away.
“One last kiss?” Dr. Iplier barely managed to get the words out.
It made the Host smile anyway. With all of his effort, he nodded and raised his head to meet him.
Dr. Iplier made the mistake of closing his eyes when he leaned over the Host. He opened his eyes when he met nothing; no familiar pair of lips, no sweat-dampened cheek. Only empty bed met him. The clock had reached zero, and the Host had gone.
i need to see y'all reblogging this bc you need to realize that if you feel any aversion to this statements you've internalized gender essentialism and are a step away from terfism, biphobia and homophobia
A persons fanfic tells you a lot about them, i , a fanfic writer, realize in terror
new ask game: give me an extremely specific assumption you have about me based off of my fanfic. go.
i wish everyone who makes up lore and intricate storylines for poorly written / under developed / side / minor characters a very pleasant evening
Some reader, lightly commenting on my fic: hey i liked this.
me, my eyes enormous: you COMMENT me? you comment on my fic, like the story? oh! oh! love for reader! love for reader for One Thousand Years!!!!
