I Bought Space Camp X Kool-aid…I Am Broke :/

La Nymphée by William-Adolphe Bouguereau (1878)

life lately

feeling an incredible need to be bent over

27 year age gap is practically nothing!

I know it’s not hard to point out reactionaries hypocrisy when it comes to like safe spaces or hug boxes or whatever but genuinely how much of an echo chamber do you have to exist in for you to think this is a reasonable thing to say

y'all know davy jones who can only step on land once every decade?

right, make that Simon, but he's something else.

He shows up hours before someone's passing. An inky nondescript shadow that blends into the background, unnoticed by most. But to those whose final specks of sand trickle through their hourglass?

They see him.

An entity condemned to a lifetime of servitude. A wretched, pitiful existence. Something that saps the life out of everything it touches. Something that can't feel the warm rays of the sun seep into his skin, can't smell petrichor in the dewy morning, when the world begins to wake.

He lives yet he doesn't. An eternity of suffering, of wishing he never begged for a way out of the braided strands of hemp that had tightened around his neck for his crimes so long ago.

His freedom forfeit the moment he pleaded for it.

With a lantern that glows an eerie green, he leads deceased souls to their final destination, even the ones who resist, who cling futilely to life, to what is no longer theirs.

Some might call him death, others Hermes. The only name he's ever cared for is his own, the one that his mother had given him back when men still sailed the seas in search of treasure, when men and women alike were hung at the gallows.

But now he is a nameless servant of the natural order that guides them all.

However, he was also given a boon. One single day, out of every ten years, the tight collar around his neck comes off, and he turns human.

A man of flesh and blood.

His lungs fill with the crisp, biting air that he never feels. Cheeks sting from the cold. Fingertips numb without gloves.

For one blessed night, the heart in his chest beats. For one blessed night, his body is warm, flush with life.

And it's been this way for as long as he can remember. He would roam the docks of back then, the briny air stinging his nose, the dulled thumping of hooves resounding in his ears. The chants of drunken men coming from inside lit taverns.

He roamed when cars began to be a form of transportation, when children, boys, began marching to war.

He had been so busy, then.

And he roams now, in the modern age, where medicine forestalls the inescapable.

But then, you. Blood rushes to his face the moment he lays eyes on you. His throat dries, turns to the paper that's used to strip paint.

He's never seen something so beautiful. So plump with vitality, life coursing through your veins. A sweet little thing, whose dulcet voice makes his knees weak.

And when you shake hands with him, palm engulfed in his much larger one, as you ask him for his name, his tongue feels as if it's coated with tar, swollen and heavy. But he garbles out his response anyway.

"Simon."

The way you breathe it back, like a sigh from a lover, could still his heart.

Everything else is a blur, his eyes only ever focused on you when he ends up in your arms, in between your spread thighs, inviting him where no creature such as he belongs.

But he's always yearned for what was never his, and so with fervor, he takes. Grabs at soft skin, and whimpers at the fact that you're not dead with his touch. Surrenders himself to you, completely; makes the little dove under him sing until the short arm on the clock gets close to 12.

This is where he departs, with a promise he swears to never break, and wrenches his heart out of his own chest, placing it in your gentle hands.

He swears to come back for it, once every ten years.

Whenever Simon turns back to whatever he's cursed with being, he keeps a keen eye on you. And then the one time he passes by, feeling like nothing but an artic breeze to you, he sees your life is close to an end.

Simon, for once in his pathetic existence, saves a human life. The car that crashes into you at a lethal speed, does nothing but total your vehicle. It is considered an absolute miracle to everyone, except you.

That should've been your demise. That should've been it.

His little dove, too smart for her own good.

The time will soon come again, and when his head rests on your chest, listening to the lulling sounds of your heart beating, will he tell you what he is.

(maybe, or not idk)

"It's a heady tonic. Holding life and death in the palm of your own hand."

i need someone, anyone, to start writing george o’malley x reader fanfics. I NEED TO READ ABOUT 007 AND I NEED TO RIGHT NOW

love her sm

yall we gotta stop apologizing for making slightly horny remarks we aren't catholic

hi guys🤭

so full update of the current school situation i have.

i’m completely not going to school, i’ve missed so much of this semester and i’m not mentally or physically capable of attending, so we’ve switched me into a credit recovery class and i will probably do summer school (maybe?)

but that’s not what i’m here to say,

i emailed Mr.K and as we know, he’s the cutest thing on earth.

i emailed him, here’s the bullet points

im not coming to school anymore

are your new classes as good as my class

hehe that’s silly no class can compare to mine ;)

i went on a date with a boy who was in our shared class with mr k

it was awful

i miss you

hey do you think i’ll regret not going to prom and graduation and such

do you? (he didn’t finish high school he went through a GED course)

advice?

love you miss you

and i finished it with a wholesome meme/picture of two bunnies and it said “no bunny compares to you”

and the next morning he emailed me back with

omg i missed you too

sad to hear you aren’t physically capable to come in for school

classes are good

definitely not you tho ;)

sorry about that date

i never liked that kid either

i do regret not going to prom and those experiences

but it worked out for the better

no matter what you choose i know you’ll be great

miss you bye

and signed off with a ~Mr. K

all cutesy like 🤭

i just love the kindness he naturally exudes.

anyway i love love love him, i really wish i could see him every day like last semester but emailing will do for now