People Saying, “I’m Starting To See Where Luke Is Coming From.”

phantom is terrible about infiltrating the other ghoul’s personal spaces, bedrooms, and belongings. he takes stuff all of the time that does not belong to him and never lets anyone know where that “really cool souvenir” went until they ask. their bedroom? that’s phantom’s if he decides that the lighting is nice or that the fire is set just right… if he sees a neatly made bed that is just begging to be slept in, he will. there is no such thing as privacy or personal belongings with that ghoul around

Are they really busy or did they just block me😝

was telling my therapist about how i've always used books, fanfic, and storytelling as escapism but now instead of me consuming stories, stories consume me. dalton gave me The Look (the one that means he's gonna say something i need to hear but don't want to) before asking, "you know that snake that eats itself?" to which i said, "yeah, ouroboros." and he replied, "i didn't know he had a name, that's cool. anyway, you're the snake. i know you've convinced yourself the consumption is filling, but it's not. when it's you you’re eating, it's destruction."

like yeah i know that’s not what the snake represents and ex-cowboy-turned-combat-vet-turned-trauma specialist dalton probably does not know the exact symbolism behind it but like. jesus christ man did that to lay me to waste at 10:30 on a wednesday morning.

and even though he hurt my feelings with the truth, it did put it into perspective for me.

it’s not levity’s lighthouse guiding me to port when depression’s darkness and anxiety’s turbulent waves make it difficult for me to sail smoothly on my voyage.

it’s not a way to alleviate my symptoms, it’s a manifestation of them.

it’s a compulsion, deceptively insidious when cloaked in distraction’s pseudo-warmth. when easily covered by procrastination’s much easier to swallow explanation.

and i’m sure you want to say “but reading is a healthy coping mechanism!”

and it is. when done in moderation.

it’s no longer coping when your screen time is 16 hours a day. when 12 of those hours a day are spent scuttling about ao3 on all fours. when you sit in the same spot on the couch for hours on end with your head buried in the sand. when it’s literally all you can think about.

the consumption isn’t coping. isn’t creation. isn’t reconstruction or rebirth or reformation. it’s chaos. it’s compulsion.

it’s cannibalism.

day 16 - music to watch boys to [r.lupin, s.black. j.potter]

poly!marauders x fem!reader

content warnings; mentions of smut happening before scene starts, you’re all in your pants, just fluff

notes; we’re already halfway angels. extremely loosely related to the lana song. defo needs more speech but im tired, may repost further edited vers in future (also my first time writing more than one character at once, pls be nice lolz)

kinktober/flufftober masterlist

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it was a friday night, late enough that you’d already fooled around more than once since dinner, the four of you now lounging about in only your underwear. the sound of the boys yapping intertwined with one of sirius’ records on low, something full of guitar and bass, grungy but almost soft too.

your fingers glided over the velveteen blanket underneath you, silky material brushing against your exposed skin. you were wearing a dainty tank top, white with tiny flowers on, and lacy underwear that had barely enough coverage to actually be considered an article of clothing.

your head was hanging upside down off remus’ bed, watching them as they lazed about on the floor; sirius was the nearest to you, sat beside you and fiddling with the tips of your hair, james laying on his back on the opposite side of the remus, head lolled towards you, and remus half reclined onto his elbows.

your attention switched between each boy, taking mental pictures as you took in all the little details about them, treasuring it immensely. you pondered on whether or not they’d notice if you took a couple of actual photos, they just looked so pretty.

james’ hair was all sprawled out on the floor, brown waves a mess from all your earlier tugging, you loved how carefree he looked, glasses askew and laughter bubbling out of him.

remus looked peaceful, no worries on his usually fretful mind. you’d already helped him apply bio-oil to his scars today, and they looked visibly calmer than usual, their normal pinky-red appearance more of a pale peach. caramel eyes met yours, his head tilted slightly as he took you in, gaze trailing over your scantily clad form before sending you a wink, smirking when you flushed.

and sirius, he had been struggling a lot lately, more than usual after a few horrible letters from his parents. you were grateful that he was getting at least a few moments of happiness, you’d missed seeing that specific smile he saved for his loves.

eyes fluttering closed, smiling to yourself at how happy you were with your boys, perfectly content before you’re brought of your reverie by sirius pressing a kiss to your nose, body surrounding you as he turned to face you. you giggled, eyes reopening to the sight of him upside down, catching you off guard.

he gasped dramatically, startling poor james behind him, “are you laughing at my perfect face, i can’t believe you!”

you shrieked, his hands tickling you all over, laughing at your desperate attempts to evade his fingers, wriggling like a worm all over the bed. you managed to land a slap at his arm, which only encouraged him further, cackling at your gasps.

you were saved when james rushed over, “i’ll save you, lovie!” he pounced onto sirius, tackling him before pinching at his waist, tickling him back. they rolled around on the floor, limbs flailing as they scrapped about.

seeing your chance, you scrambled over to remus whilst the others were distracted, seeking his comforting touch.

he opened his arms to you, corners of his mouth tipping upwards as he pulled you close and brought your legs into his lap, scarred hands massaging at your bare feet, thumbs pressing into the soles.

he didn’t bother speaking, knowing you wanted some down time. he leaned you both back fully, all curled up together, he ignored the others in favour of watching you, continuing his soft touches as he slowly lulled you to sleep, warm, near-bare body pressed to yours.

compilation of this type of post

Please please tell us about your thoughts about everyday-life ghouls! I‘d love to hear about it /g

I think, when he's slept alone, Dew wakes up before everyone else. He gets up. Stumbles to their little kitchen. In my mind the kitchen and the "common room" are attached to each other, either through an open door way, or just one bit room that's split between several uses. Either way, Dew stumbles in. Shirtless. Sweatpants slung low on his hips. Hair down, in his face. He's barely awake. He makes a pot of coffee. He puts the kettle on for tea. He starts taking stuff out to make breakfast. Dew will get through his first cup of coffee--and half of breakfast prep before Mountain shows up. Dew's already made his tea, it's steeping on the counter when Mountain walks in, a pillow crease across his cheek. Looking bleary-eyed but here, awake. He and Dew will exist together in silence for a while. Dew drinks another cup of coffee. They work together toward breakfast. It's different every day, but Mountain can discern pretty easily from what's laid out where Dew was going with it. They work well together in silence. Dew brews another pot of coffee as Mountain puts a tray of bacon in the oven. He pours the leftovers from the first pot (brewed stronger than the second) into their communal jar of iced coffee in the fridge. The others start to emerge just as breakfast is ready. The bacon comes out and Cirrus and Aeon show up almost at the same time. Sunshine comes next, then Swiss and Aurora. Rain and Aether are always last. Sleeping in until the last possible second. Sometimes they both have their tea (Rain) and coffee (Aether) brought to them in bed. But usually they show up toward the end of breakfast. Just as Cirrus and Cumulus are getting ready for their morning walk around the lake (sometimes others join them, sometimes they don't). Mountain eats with the bulk of the ghouls and departs with them too, heading to the greenhouse to get an early start. Dew eats when Rain and Aether eat. Once everything is done and cooked and everyone else is fed. It's quiet in the kitchen by then, everyone else already getting a start on their day. Rain and Aether help Dew clean up. And then one, or both, of them will try to persuade Dew to go back to bed for a nap. Sometimes he does. Sometimes he refuses--goes and does something productive. But more often then not they compromise and end up on the couch a few feet away. Snuggled up together, napping, under the guise of watching TV.

One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.

hi this is my take on nerdjo