pov me when i get into a doll line series for the background characters that will never return

"Wha.... What is all this, Spikey?!"

"Whoa, I haven't seen this in years! It's Aurora Borealis!"

"Who tf is that?!"

Come to think of it, No Man's Land is more likely to have those than Earth since it's a binary star system 🤔

+ I just learned that aurora BOREALIS only refers to the ones happen in the northern hemisphere. The ones happen in the south are called aurora AUSTRALIS!

(Time lapse and alt colors under the cut as usual)

There are so many things I'm not allowed to tell you.

I touch myself, I dream.

The musicians start to overture while I hide behind the microphone, trying to match the dubbing

Wearing your clothes or standing in the shower for over an hour, pretending that this skin is your skin, these hands your hands, these shins, these soapy flanks.

to the big lips shining down from the screen.

tagged by @ambernotember @setmeatopthepyre @trombonechurchill thank you <3

doing something a little different and introducing a new wip, my bucktommy pet semetery au :3 i have this one scene stuck in my head and i needed to write it out! so here's a snippet of my newest wip, no grave can hold my body down <3

Clink. Clink. Clink.

The eerie silence laid thickly between them as they sat by the kitchen island under the only light that shined throughout their home. Shadows forebodingly swirled around them.

Clink.

The only you that pierced through the silence was the small glass shards Buck fished out of the gaping wound on Tommy’s forearm, dropping them into a tiny bowl.

Clink.

Tommy hadn't looked at Buck, or the wound, his eyes stayed on their cat who sat in the shadows hunched over, watching their every movement. Like a predator watching its prey. He didn’t flinch from Buck digging the tweezers into his flesh. He kept quiet, unusually quiet.

You weren't love not the soft kind people write about with sunsets and safe hands

You were a needle waiting patiently on the counter while I told myself this time will be different

You slipped into me easy warmth blooming under my skin like forgiveness I don't deserve

And god the way you made everything quiet

No past no future just that slow, honey-thick moment where nothing could touch me

I called it peace

But it was just you rewriting my blood teaching my veins your name

I chased you through empty nights and bad decisions through promises I couldn't keep through every version of myself I swore I'd never become

You made ruin feel holy

Every high had a cost every touch took something I didn't notice was missing until I had nothing left to give

and still I would've crawled back

Hands shaking mouth dry heart begging for another dose of you

because loving you felt like flying

and leaving you felt like dying

so I stayed sick called it devotion called it fate

called you my