don't cry :c

CARCINOGEN.  hello amis, i am deathly sick and Dying™️. i’m 95% sure it was food poisoning from pasta puttanesca /weeps no more pasta puttanesca 4 parsons! i haven’t been this sick since i was twelve and ate seafood linguine in mexico ( maybe … i should not eat pasta … ever …  ). anyways, i’ll continue with the starters + drafts once i get better sdhjsk. my cat’s been trying to keep mi warm but i wanna puke every time he sits on me désolé Bl u can lay on the other half of my bed but don’t even touch me or i will Die. i hope you’re all much better than i am and don’t wake up four times in the middle of the night hunched over the toilet :’(

Protect him

(I know nothing about this character except for the fact that anocurry adores him so he must be protected)

I felt a scream crawl into my chest.
It was thick and sat at the back of my throat for hours today.
But my jaw was slack, my lips too tired to move.
So the scream sat like a stone, sinking deep into the pit of my stomach.
It bent my spine until my knuckles scraped the concrete and I left a trail of blood behind me.
—  I felt like quitting my job today [a.m.b.]

@gemtechnician

The apology had helped, even more than Amethyst wanted to let on, but her emotions were even more all over the map after that.  It had been much easier to just be angry, because it didn’t feel as threatening to her sense of self.  Sure, Peridot had been rude about it, but she hadn’t been lying.  Homeworld would have seen Amethyst as nothing but a flaw in the design process.  A mistake.

Like she always feared she’d been.

Amethyst had retreated to a quiet corner of the barn, letting the others buzz about working on the drill.  She wouldn’t be missed right away, and it gave her some time to think.  Which didn’t work out as well as she’d hoped.  A glimpse of her own shadow, cast tall across the barn floor in the lighting, brought tears to her eyes.  Why this, now?  She’d just started to be okay with who she was and accept that it was exactly what she was meant to be.  She brushed the tears away, annoyed at herself more than anything.  It didn’t matter, did it?  It wasn’t going to change how her friends felt.  That much, she trusted.  But it did change a lot about how she felt about herself.  She found her face wet with more tears, but at least she didn’t have witnesses.

Or she thought she didn’t.  She jumped at a flash of green in the corner of her eye, frantically wiping her face before she turned.  “Um, hello?”

okay but can we just talk about how adorable “boys be” sounds like it’s like bOYS BE BOYS or seventeen being their precious selves and hoshi is holding that camera thing and taking pictures and they’re out on a forest and they’re meeting the beauty of nature and their lovely hairs and it seems like it’s gonna be another outgoing concept and no what the heck am i saying i aM NOT READY FOR THIS