#AND THE FUCKING A R M S

[megatruxfrrr]

Took this picture.

Okay im sorry

But

WRAPS POSE

[where-is-the-angst]

how the fuck do the riordanverse characters remember the prophecies after hearing them once

[lovedrruunk]

‘Don’t be the one to break my fall

In which Jinx shows up to your doorstep looking like shit… she’s had a long night.

*this was written wayy before season 2 and is supposed to take place after she got resurrected by Singed .·°՞(≧□≦)՞°·.

You shivered a little as your feet landed on the cold floor. Turning to look at your alarm clock you groaned in annoyance. ‘2:00 AM, seriously?…’

You had been sound asleep cuddled up with your pillows just a few seconds ago, but that was before you were woken up by the persistent knocking of your front door. You tried ignoring it the first time… and the second… and maybe the third, but to your despair whoever was at your door was clearly stubborn.

So now here you were, sighing as you dragged your feet across the floor of your small home, making your way towards the door.

Standing on your tip toes to look through the peephole, your brows furrowed as you saw a familiar shade of blue. Hurrying to unlock the door you couldn’t help but groan again wondering what trouble she’d gotten herself into this time. But even the little bit of anger you had felt vanished the second you laid eyes on her.

There outside your front door stood Jinx. It wasn’t atypical for her to drop by at odd hours of the day, looking rough and nagging you to patch her up and kiss all her wounds better, but this? This was different.

Scratches, bruises, dark veins, cuts that seemed to have magically healed overnight, and weirdest of all, her eyes were a bright violet.

She stood still with her arms wrapped around herself. Her braids being blown by the wind, eyes avoiding your gaze. You snapped out of it when you felt your body shiver from the cold.

“So are you gonna let me in or are you just gonna stand and stare?” She asked softly. “I’m freezing out here.”

She spoke with a happy tone, but you couldn’t shake off how defeated she sounded. How exhausted and drained she looked.

Stepping to the side allowing her in, your eyes still fixated on her as she walked past you to lazily flop down on your couch. Usually you'd scold her for it, knowing her tendency to leave cushions and sheets dirtier than she found them, but this time you figured the cushions were the last thing in need of your attention right now…

You watched her let out a shaky sigh, sinking into the couch. Making your way towards her, you sat down slowly not wanting to startle her. Her eyes were shut with her brows furrowed, looking deep in thought.

You sat there for what felt like hours until she broke the silence.

“Sorry… About the couch.”

“You’re all good. Don’t worry about it.” You said brushing her off.

It suddenly hit her that she had been apologizing to you more and more recently. Jinx, jinx, jinx, ever the disenchanting one. It’s not like she liked disappointing you, it just came easy with being who she was. Although she could never figure out why you stuck around, she was sure of one thing, that you deserved better than this.

You were better than this. Better than being her shoulder to cry on, the person she runs to, the one always patching her up, getting her back up on her feet, fixing her. But at the end of the day she was the most selfish person she knew. That’s why she always came back, why she was now dirtying your stupidly expensive couch, why she couldn’t just leave you alone.

You were a saint in her eyes, an angel sent from above specifically tasked with keeping her sane. Well that’s what she liked to think anyway, because deep down she knew the truth. That it wasn't fair to you. You weren’t the one meant to bear her burdens, and she was painfully aware of that every time she ended up at your doorstep. She was a mess of tangled thoughts and somehow you never turned her away.

That thought scared her more than she'd ever admit. She didn’t deserve someone like you. Someone steady and kind, someone who looked at her like she wasn’t broken beyond repair. And yet here she was again, barging into your home and tainting it with all her ‘brokenness’.

She glanced at you, her gaze softer than usual. “You know,” she murmured as her eyes flickered away, “one day you’re gonna get tired of this.”

“Tired of you? Impossible.” You said with a light chuckle hoping to lighten the mood, even if just a little bit.

Sadly it didn't seem to work. Instead, she looked back at you, her eyebrows furrowed and her lips in a slight pout. Her eyes studied yours, almost as if she was trying to read your mind. After what felt like forever she finally looked away. Letting out a disappointed sigh she turned her attention back to the black TV in front of her, sinking deeper into the couch.

“I let you stay because I want to. Not because I have to.” You said softly, deciding to break the silence once you realized she wasn’t going to respond. 

She let out a scoff before chuckling dryly. “You just don’t get it.” She swallowed as her smile disappeared, voice dropping even lower than before. “But it's okay. I don't expect you to.”

You frowned. You were really trying to understand, but she wasn’t making it easy. “Then explain it to me.”

She looked away, her fingers picking at a loose thread on her pants. “It’s not that simple. You’re… good. And me?” She let out a sigh. “I’m just…something else.”

She paused, as if debating how much to say, then looked back at you, her eyes dark and serious. “One day I’ll do something you can’t forgive. And it won’t just be a few bruises or blood on your couch.” She spoke slowly, looking at you cautiously as if she wasn’t allowed to.

The words felt cold. You tried to stay calm, but her tone was making your heart pound. You were beyond worried. Of course she just had to be cryptic when it mattered most. 

You wanted to ask her what the hell she was talking about, what had happened, and why she was suddenly so miserable, but you knew she wasn’t the type to give you details, let alone answer questions. In the end she’d only get defensive and push you away, so you resisted the urge to interrogate her, deciding to instead show her support. 

 “Whatever it is, I don’t mind.” You tried reassuring her, shaking your head in protest.

Her eyes softened for a second, but she quickly looked away again. “For now.” she said quietly. 

The last words hung in the air as the room got quiet again. She sat back lost in thought, and you could feel the walls going up again, shutting you out.

You swallowed down the worry gnawing at you and let out a small sigh, deciding that maybe words weren’t what she needed right now. Instead, you reached over and took her hand in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. Her eyes flickered down to your hand in surprise, and you felt her fingers tense up.

She looked up at you curiously, studying your face. She opened her mouth, maybe to argue, maybe to say something self-deprecating, but then she just… stopped. Instead, she let out a long tired sigh as her fingers relaxed.

After a pause she suddenly turned her body towards yours, quickly leaning in to wrap her arms around your shoulders, hugging you tightly. Her head resting against the crook of your neck as her breathing slowed, and her shoulders loosened.

“You’re an idiot for sticking around.” she mumbled softly as she leaned her head in closer, but there was no bite to her words. In fact, you could almost hear a faint hint of relief.

You chuckled softly, your grip on her tightening. “I’m fine with that... Now let's get you cleaned up.”

. . .

HI :3333 this was rlly fast paced but its been in my drafts for awhile now so bleugh whatever VI FIC COMING SOON i gotta stop writing abt her ong i dont even like that girl

[shima-draws]

Just got back from seeing Sonic 3 and HOOOOOOLY SHIT y’all. Oh my fucking god. OH my god. Ohhhh my g o d

[crystalmagpie447]

daaouwgh daaoww

[ID in alt text]

Uuuhhmm

ilove them lots😞😞💘💘💘💝💝💝💘💝💝💘💥💥💥💥💥

[the-ghost-rat]

Ppl whom redesign operetta to be just like her dad eric are weak and very clearly did not pay attention to her character

“She needs to be human cus-“ its monster high not everyone high if they didnt make jekylls or the invisible mans sons a human why would they make erics daughter a human??

“Why is she southern and has a gothabilly fashion style erics french-“ bcus the whole point is she D O E S N T want to be like her dad, she wants to be her own person

[bazowieezooweewa]

Me? Writing an angst one-shot based of a dream I just had where the group goes on an adventure called "Mini Me" and they each have to take care of a baby that inadvertently help them work through the shitty issues they have, ESPECIALLY homegirl Ragatha?

IN THIS ECONOMY?!

[hawkeyeslaughter]

listened to this verse and thought about them because of course i did <3

[frnkiebby]

I DIDNT EVEN REALIZE THE CONCERT WAS IN FOUR MONTHS OMG THAYS ONLY LIKE 100 DAYS LEFT!!!! ALSO IM SO STOCKED!!! ALSO ITS BLACK PARADE SO ITS GONNA BE WICKED

Here is my frank offering.. it's my fav gif•ᴗ•

F O U R

M O N T H S

i mean that’s a great fuckin gif to have as a fave 1000%~🎃

(this one is still my fave)

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

Dadmus time? Dadmus time!!

Remus is the fun kind of dad who can't stop hyping up his kids and their creativity.

Gross diapers? Projectile urine? Vomit? He can handle it and he'll do it with a smile!

He's not allowed to scare away closet monsters because he will break down the door and act deranged.

Monsters under the bed are different—he says they work for him to scare away bad dreams

Rough housing with Remus!!

He makes the best pretend villain

He's weirdly good at calming kids down

He has the silliest bedtime stories

He is ready, willing, and able to have a big family—and he enjoys the process of making one (⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

FUCK Y E S DADMUS >:}3!!! I fucking L O V E L O V E L O V E A L L of this P L E A S E!!! Let that ball of chaos be the supportive chaotic dorky Papa he D E S E R V E S to be <3 You just know his entire fridge is S T A C K E D with his kids' art pieces, Father's Day/Birthday cards, and silly family photos and if his kids ever decide to join preforming arts, band, sports, etc. he's the first one there and the loudest <3

[0donto1nsanity]

Goodnight everyone

[buckingham-ashtray]

hello.

romantic relationships in bbc sherlock are all miserable fucking failures except for sherlock's parents. just saying.

goodbye.

[raddest-laddest]

so yk how in the quirrel comic, he says “little food i need, and little rest” ?

i wonder if that’s because monomon was protecting him…

[shipperwolf1]

Alabama motor manufacturer laying off half its workforce - al.com

Gee I wonder what could be the cause of these multiple mass layoffs 😑

[frnkiebby]

fuck~🎃

[thebroccolination]

Ten more days until May 8th, the theorized day we’ll get the official trailer for “The Ex-Morning” and I can finally begin to live again.