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hello everybody i'm romero "exotic butters" morroswaterbucket
ur internet name is [first name] + “[discord name]” + [tumblr url]
i’m seth “glass” glassandeyes
drink up.
no, i swear, it's water.
why would i ever
poison you
see? I'm drinking mine too
not a drop left in my glass
see?
you're tiring, you know that?
it's exhausting to constantly write about you
i hope you find solace
in the glass
at least yours will taste like mint
and alcohol
your favourite flavours.
mine tasted like my tears
and a bit bitter
too.
it's a weird aftertaste.
i wonder what socrates'
tasted like.
and what they burried him with
he never wrote anything,
anyway.
so what did he journey
hades with?
he couldn't have gone
empty handed.
that's not good manners
you taught me that.
here, take this paper
write down your name
or your favourtie colour
you don't have one, i know
but you can write down
any
colour
i don't know your handwriting
isn't that sad?
how do your r's curl
and your t's cross?
mine is a carbon copy of hers
i say that cause i know
you don't know mine
either
like you don't know
your favourite colour
or mine
or how the drink tasted
it takes years to brew,
you know
it takes years to reach this point
i hope you never
reach it
like you never reach me
like you never know
your favourite colour
or mine
come on, write down
your name
or how good your drink was
or that you love me
or don't
you know i never say it back
i need to learn
your handwriting
to see it now and know it's yours
write something down
on the paper
please
they need to have something
to burry us with
before the drinks kick in.
handwriting
𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 © 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟮 𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙭𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣
𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙
LISTEN UP AGAIN KIDS STOP REBLOGGING THIS FUCKING GARBAGE POST. IT IS 100% FUCKING BULLSHIT AND CAN AND MOST DEFINITELY WILL LITERALLY KILL. DO YOU NOT SEE WARNING LABELS THAT SAY “DO NOT INDUCE VOMITING”? THEY AREN’T FUCKING AROUND. YOU CAN FUCKING BURN THEIR ESOPHAGUS BY CAUSING VOMITING, CAUSE CHOKING, DROWNING, OR MAKE IT WORSE! AGAIN DO NOT FORCE ANYTHING DOWN ANYONE’S THROAT. THEY. CAN. DROWN. IF SOMEONE IS LOSING CONCIOUSNESS ALL THE CHIT CHAT IN THE WORLD WILL NOT PREVENT IT AT THAT POINT THEY ARE IN SERIOUS DANGER. “Buuut i don’t wanna take them to the hospital!!!” WELL SUNSHINE GLAD YOU’D RATHER HAVE A DEAD FRIEND THAN A LIVING ONE BUT YOU’RE IN LUCK CALL FUCKING POISON CONTROL. THEY ARE NOT THE COPS. THEY WILL HELP YOU. AND IF THEY SAY GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL YOU GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL. NO EXCUSES. 0. NONE. I have seen this shit cross my dash SO MANY TIMES so PLEASE fucking reblog this and prevent some well meaning idiot from accidentally killing someone they love!
“’I will wear him in my heart’s core’: Tragedy, Community, and Queer Identity in HAMLET Online” A post mortem on my first ever academic conference presentation At the beginning of this month I had the absolute privilege to present some of my current research at the Utah Wooden O Symposium at Southern Utah University. My biggest belief is that research, the arts, and education should be as widely accessible as possible. This is why today, I am sharing the highlights of my survey results, research you all helped contribute to! These are not all the answers or data, but some of the most fun bits I’ve used so far. This survey will be used for future projects (by me only) as well! In addition, I will be filming and presenting a series of TikToks and a longer video essay on Youtube with an alternative reading and presentation of my research. If that’s not enough Hamlet research for you, I will also (hopefully!!!) be publishing this research in 1-2 journals. Until then, I wanted to give you the tumblr community the data on your Hamlet thoughts. If you like this research, content, or want to participate in future research please either reach out to me or… watch this space! I’ll be developing my thesis work in similar ways and I’ve got a Ph.D. after this to research for… hopefully! Thank you all again, I hope to provide more accessible education for everyone. For now, please enjoy just how gay we all are. Disclaimer: Graphs auto displayed the top 5-10 answers, the full numbers and percentages I do have but graphs do not reflect all genders and sexualities provided. Future and previous presentations of this data will reflect all genders and sexualities provided. ALT TEXT is Below
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This is based off a late night thought, so bear with me here but Charles doesn't cry after he sees Niko's body in 1x08. Edwin and Crystal are crying and visibly on the verge of full-on sobbing, but not Charles. He clenches his fist and his jaw and holds back the tears. Then he picks them up because he knows they can't stay, not with Death coming to collect her. To me, this is a trauma response. People with childhood trauma (and/or cPTSD) are really good at managing their reactions during emergencies and traumatic events because our survival literally depended on remaining calm or together. Our bodies learned how to distance us from the pain in the moment (we'll have to deal with it later, but that's another problem, right now we just have to get through it). So Charles falls back into that, to protect Edwin and Crystal even though he's devastated too, to put himself at a distance to get through it. He lets Edwin and Crystal cry, but he forces it down to protect them since that's who he is: a protector
" you saw the suriel. " the only one still alive who knows. any desire to scold her, for being so reckless — for seeking out someone so dangerous, quickly dies in his throat. the irony of doing so isn't lost on him. after all, is he any better? to keep her in the dark for so long, at this point, had been out of pure selfishness. ( because he didn't want her to look at him like that again. because she finally started to come back to life. because he couldn't stand the idea of losing her. )
" it was one of the first outings amarantha took me on. i was there, yes — but i didn't hurt him. " voice filled with only shame, he can hardly stand to look her in the eye. he still remembers her face, how she managed to somehow remain a steady rock for her father to lean on. the price he paid later on for refusing to harm a man in front of his own daughter. how he longed to pay them a visit that same day to give them enough money to disappear, but knew the cost of her finding out was much too great.
" i thought i recognized you when we first met. it's why i was trying to get you away from tamlin, away from all of this. but then you gave me a fake name, and i started to second guess myself. " jaw clenches, teeth grinding through the pain as he shifts, straightening his back. " by the time she asked me for your name, i had figured it out. i decided i couldn't do nothing again, so i gave her the fake name. to protect you. "
his eyes finally flicker to meet hers, chest tightening at the sight. the same girl he saw all those years ago. " i should have told you as soon as you decided to stay with us. perhaps before then. but i didn't want to risk you going back to him. i didn't want to risk losing you for good. " he moves his palm through his hair, slicking back stray strands from his face. gaze averts, falling onto motel carpet. " but i cannot ask you to stay. if you were to leave, i wouldn't blame you. i was foolish to think for a second that i might have deserved you. "
“ you do not get to ask questions, ” i quickly crossed the distance of the tiny motel room i had stashed him in, throwing the bag of first aid equipment at his feet. i ripped the soaked, makeshift bandage i had made him earlier out of a worn t-shirt off of him, anger and agony rippling off my shaky hands. my eyes wandered over his wound only briefly, satisfied to know he at least wasn’t about to bleed to death in front of me. while i seriously considered leaving him there to fend for himself, my fickle hands redressed him in swarms of gauze.
“ you knew? you were there? you were a part of it? ” the pain in my voice cracked, battling for dominance against the fury that registered through me. he hadn’t even tried to deny it. betrayal and shock pierced me deep in my core, as blood pounded in my ears. i stood over him, staring him down. he’d never appeared so weak or frightened before. i struggled to fight off the stifling urge to feel any more sympathy for him. “ when exactly were you planning on telling me? ”
i still remembered so much of it clearly — my sheer helplessness, the sound of my sisters crying in the other room, the crunch of bone as they broke my father’s leg, and his deafening scream, drowning out his tormentor’s sadistic laughter. to know that rhys was there and hadn’t told me. that he had known my father was a criminal, just as rhys was. just as i had become. after everything we had shared, after everything that could be, something in me cracked — hurting, like it hadn’t hurt in ages. “ give me one good reason why i shouldn’t leave you here for them to find right now. ”
the neighbour
bangchan x fem reader
genre: neighbours!au, slow burn, smut!!!!, romance, tiny angst, some fluff moments, strangers to lovers, sexual tension, dual perspective
content/warnings: +18, solo m, solo f, accidental auditory voyeurism (auralism), toys solo f, lots of dirty thoughts, lots of dirty talks, raw, oral f, oral m + deepthroating + swallowing/facial, manhandling, multiple orgasms both, body worshipping, praise kink, light degradation, edging both, begging both, thigh riding, finger sucking, hand necklace, hair pulling both, biting both, spanking, mirrors, fingering, titty and nipple play, cum play, creampie, spit, overstimulation both, aftercare + they’re both lowkey perverts sksk
words: 14k
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When he heard the first noise, Chris sighed deeply, puffing his cheeks before releasing the air. He considered himself lucky to not have had a neighbour for the longest time - not because he was worried of them being annoying - he just liked the freedom of being the only one on that building floor.
And when he heard the second noise and the buzz of many people talking, he knew he had to go outside and check on who was in the middle of moving in.
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i already feel found~
(i don’t do comics and i don’t trust this is really well structured or paced but! take my sappy corny found family emo shit!!!)
LISTEN UP AGAIN KIDS STOP REBLOGGING THIS FUCKING GARBAGE POST. IT IS 100% FUCKING BULLSHIT AND CAN AND MOST DEFINITELY WILL LITERALLY KILL. DO YOU NOT SEE WARNING LABELS THAT SAY “DO NOT INDUCE VOMITING”? THEY AREN’T FUCKING AROUND. YOU CAN FUCKING BURN THEIR ESOPHAGUS BY CAUSING VOMITING, CAUSE CHOKING, DROWNING, OR MAKE IT WORSE! AGAIN DO NOT FORCE ANYTHING DOWN ANYONE’S THROAT. THEY. CAN. DROWN. IF SOMEONE IS LOSING CONCIOUSNESS ALL THE CHIT CHAT IN THE WORLD WILL NOT PREVENT IT AT THAT POINT THEY ARE IN SERIOUS DANGER. “Buuut i don’t wanna take them to the hospital!!!” WELL SUNSHINE GLAD YOU’D RATHER HAVE A DEAD FRIEND THAN A LIVING ONE BUT YOU’RE IN LUCK CALL FUCKING POISON CONTROL. THEY ARE NOT THE COPS. THEY WILL HELP YOU. AND IF THEY SAY GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL YOU GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL. NO EXCUSES. 0. NONE. I have seen this shit cross my dash SO MANY TIMES so PLEASE fucking reblog this and prevent some well meaning idiot from accidentally killing someone they love!