#*softly crying*

[enchanted-keys]

*spiraling because I miss my main otp more than anything*

[unholy-cat]

Оленяши няши милашня 💖

Bambi and The Great Prince of The Forest

[leashybebes]

Something else I just thought of: how's the last chapter of Allying going? Or have the SalBuckTommy brain weasels fully taken over for the time being?

i won't lie, the weasels are intense. also my notes for the final chapter consist of like...500 disconnected words and 'realisations ???? PROFIT' so...🤷‍♀️ however! for you, a snippet (with no guarantee any of these words appear in this order in the final thing)

The next morning, everything is normal. Tommy makes coffee and toast, Buck fries bacon and mushrooms. Tommy doesn't look at him any differently, doesn't seem to think anything of last night, gives Buck a smile and thanks him for breakfast. Tommy eats his breakfast and drinks his coffee and Buck can't think about anything other than how it felt when Tommy kissed him, how it felt to have Tommy in his lap, moving above him, making himself feel good.

He books it just as soon as he thinks it won't make him look crazy, because he doesn't think he can be normal about this. Doesn't think he can spend the day lazing around Tommy's house with him like they usually would. Because - because what if Tommy suggests they watch a movie and lifts one arm for Buck to settle underneath? It's something that's become so normal for them, but Buck doesn't think he can ever be normal about it again. He doesn't know how he managed to be normal about it in the first place.

It feels…really stupid, that it took a kiss to make him realize because…well, he's kind of been one-sidedly dating Tommy the whole time they've known each other. They've been having sex, and Buck - god, now that he thinks about it, Buck hated Derek, even when he had no reason to, even when he was just a nice guy Tommy was dating, before he was the guy who dipped when Tommy got hurt and his cool job became too real.

He doesn't know what to do about it, because…well, because Tommy doesn't want that from him, right? Surely Tommy wouldn't have been happy to fool around with his straight friend if he actually wanted something real with Buck.

[tinyevilgremlin]

i love togasaku sm. they make me so

[mossymage]

The Heart Starts Singing

“Hua Cheng’s instrument sang, sang as a freezing gale would sing off the face of a frozen lake: sharp and clean like a knife, tenacious in the way that only nature could be. He wielded the violin and bow as though they were extensions of his pale hands—”

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If you haven’t been reading along to @mild-pepper-spray ‘s fic “The Heart Starts Singing” YOU NEED TO FIX THIS!!

She just posted the masterpiece which was the final chapter, and it was so incredibly moving!

If you like Hualian modern AUs that wind music, grief, and falling in love together, I really can’t recommend this fic enough! Also— Hua Cheng playing the violin… obviously an enticing enough concept to inspire this entire drawing hahaha.

[koifishhies]

I finished The Song of Achilles today. I've been delaying getting to the end of it for a few months now, for obvious reasons but… ho.ly.fuck.

It's not that I didn't know how it ended. Not the details, but I knew the broad strokes. The armour, Hector, the infamous rage of Achilles. Even Pyrrhus and the tombstone. I knew. But there's just something so much more intimate about a book.

I'm not going to say I wailed and sobbed or anything, I didn't even put the book down. But from chapter thirty on I was just sitting there, quietly weeping as I flipped the pages. It wasn't one single climax moment of intense pain, but a drawn-out aching, each new sentence starting a fresh wave over and over again. But I didn't really stop reading. If I paused it was to blink the tears away so I could see again.

If there's any part I could say really did me in, though, it was, without a doubt: I am made of memories.

It's been so long since a book has done that to me. Again, there's something so intimate about a book. 'Cause you're the one imagining it all, you know? No two people will imagine it quite the same, even if they're reading the same words. You're delving into these characters' minds, but you're also letting them into yours. And everything feels so much more raw and human, that way.

There's also something to be said about the nature of ancient myths like this. These are stories that have lived on for literal thousands of years… because people cared about them so much. Saw themselves in them, saw their world in them, or even found it in their heart to empathize with a world they didn't know at all. Loved them and hated them and debated and cried over them. Even if the characters are fictional, it's a testament to our love for life and our fellow humans that we've let them live for so long; because at the end of the day, every story is a story of people. In this way stories become the epitome of us as humans; our love letter to life, no matter how often the damn thing hurts us.

I am far from the first person to cry over this story, but I am also far from the last. And there is just something so comforting about that, you know? Makes it feel a little less lonely to be alive.

[psaurr]

Fucking Doctor Who and fucking David Tennant and his absolute necessity of playing non-binary-neither-human characters who get involved in a romance with a blonde and it ENDS IN THE MOST HEARTBREAKING WAY POSSIBLE (yes I've just finished watching S2 E13 of Doctor Who for the first time and I am unwell)

[ticklingmesoftly]

What if I was made to cry from laughter after having been strapped down and obliterated until I can't speak or breathe or think and all I'm aware of is the tickling and how it never stops no matter how much I beg and I can't move away from the hands, the mouth, the tools, can't drown out the teasing and the threats and the praise, can't escape, can't make it stop, just have to lie there and take the pleasure you're giving me whether I want to or not

[peachsayshi]

“I can’t even look at you” reader and “forgive me, please touch me, I swear I’ll never make you cry again” sukuna.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

had such a terribly awful day from start to finish yesterday but i am snuggling my sugu plushie and drinking warm milk like a domesticated cat and the sun is shining ……. today will be a little better

[cun2902]

“DON’T YOU DARE TO TOUCH HIM?!”

*gently voice* “You okay?”

“….. yeah.”

[sheastandefer]

I'm actually really appreciative that David Jenkins held back a little and didn't go overkill on the fanservice in the final product but knowing takes like this exist makes me giddy on the inside ಥ‿ಥ

From Samba's BTS: x

[dad-fucky]

Thinking about meeting with my tutor after their class to talk about my performance, my direction in life and my aspirations and goals. Only taking it half seriously as i take everything, their genuine concern and guidance met with avoidance more than dismissal, but still frustrating for them. They tell me im a smart man, with a potential they would hate to see me waste because of apathy. I listen to placate them more than anything else. When they say that it would benefit me to plan for my future, to find my passion and dedicate myself to it, i scoff lightly, breaking eye contact and smiling a little as i brush off their earnest pleading with a teasing "yeah, whatever dad." When i look back after a beat, their face has changed. The stillness and silence in the room suddenly tight with tension as i realise they didn't brush that one off. They look me up and down with a casual sort of surveyance as i break eye contact again, swallowing thickly as i try and fail to keep my breathing steady. "Look at me." Their voice is smooth and even. My obedience is instant. They speak more concisely now, more deliberate. As they continue I'm hanging on their every word, as if under a spell, nodding gently in answer to any questions, otherwise still and rapt. We sit in silence for a few moments. "Sometimes," they begin, slow and calm, "a person will need more guidance than a classroom allows." My heart is beating so hard against my chest im sure they can hear it. "If you would let me, i want to give that to you." Im dizzy. I feel myself nodding quickly. "Speak up." Its a gentle correction, but i feel like i'm on fire. "Yes."

"Yes, Daddy." They correct.

"Y-yes. Yes, Daddy." We sit in the silence again, me firmly in their grip, waiting on their command.

[animatedjen]

*bwoop?* Yeah... I'm okay.

[kotofeden]

Im not immune to a lesbian propaganda

[margridarnauds]

I have just seen a video on why video game characters need to be more "feminine" (which, it turns out, means "has emotions and can be soft") and it listed f!Eivor as a bad example and, not to suddenly make it 2021 again but...Eivor? EIVOR?