#I’m emo

[psipaka]

Ehhhh whatever

[braverytattoos]

this is crazy

[patheticgirl243]

fake plastic trees - radiohead live (edit by me!)

i’m reading two solitudes rn help me it’s all i think about

[bucketbueckers]

i’m still here

[ohithankyou]

everyday i dream about buck smothering tommy with big wet kisses all over his face and tommy giggling uncontrollably about it.

[aybaybader]

hey so this means everything to me

[lexithwrites]

Remus and Regulus being besties pre-transition, losing contact for whatever reason, and then Sirius introduces them to each other post-transition years later “Remus, meet my brother Regulus.” Neither of them realize at first, but they slowly put the pieces together as they get closer because it feels like they’ve known each other for ages. Then one of them finally lets slip that they’re trans (they both pass very well) and it just clicks and they live happily ever after.

This is such a cute idea Omg they’d be staring at each other like I fucking know you from somewhere WHO ARE YOU and then it’s like oh obviously we’re both gay and trans duh and then Remus asks Reg on a date and they’re both so shy but excited because they get to be their real selves now

[justwannatalkaboutmyshows]

Idk something about Keith taking the brunt of this fall 🥹

[awildcaro]

I’m desperately trying to recover from Arcane finishing but this is proving to be A DIFFICULT TASK.

[heda-heather]

you ever think about how Taylor created new eras of her eras with those re-records and now those are just additional eras we look back on

[meigslive]

"I know what you gave. You found a path beyond the stars. I do not know whence the gods came from, but I know that you found it in your heart. I promise you, Zerxus, I will find that place. I will find the secret of how these worlds were made, and I will come and find you and bring you home."

- EXU: Calamity -

Thinking about how Evandrin and Elias waited. They waited for Zerxus. They searched for him. They tried to bring him home. And they couldn’t. Elias will always be 5 to Zerxus. But he will never be the same.

[dreadblaidd]

from @aestuum // this dream is different. as soon as it starts there's a sense of peace that permeates the air—the sound of a stream not far off, the croaking of frogs and rustling of leaves as small creatures scurry about, the smell of fruit and flowers on the breeze. it is, for once, devoid of danger. there is no heartache here. 

in a clearing there's a child. they are laying on a large rock, warmed by the sun. they are propped up on their elbows, their legs bent and bare feet swinging idly in the air, and before them is an open notebook. they are drawing a small, leafy plant which has grown out of some cracks in the rock. their brow is furrowed in concentration, their tongue peeks out from between their lips, and they attempt, inexpertly and without much dexterity, to mimic the gentle curl of the buds that occur along the long, winding stem. 

they look over and, seeing him, smile. "papa will be back soon. he's collecting some plants by the water." they pat the rock next to them with the open and easy generosity of the young who are loved well. then they return to their work. "i'm almost done. i think it's good. papa says i'm doing a good job. what do you think?" 

For a moment, the child is a young girl, her face framed by a mess of dark curls and a wolf totem around her neck. She turns, her large brown eyes inquisitive and unafraid. She holds out her hand for him to lead her home. He reaches for her.

Solas blinks, and Nanna is now Casadh. Their sketchbook is open to a humble sketch of the nature around them. Their face sports a graphite smudge where they’d idly tapped their cheek.

He crouches beside them, sitting back on his bare heels. He is not wearing armor, but his old ragged tunic from the Inquisition. The wolf totem is not around his neck.

He nods at their drawing. “It is well done,” he says. The paper of the little book hardens into plaster, their simple grey bulbs shifting into a brilliant emerald green as the sketch becomes a fresco. The plant reaches for a pale sky, and clouds roll on the horizon. The crack in the stone becomes an impassable chasm.

“Go to your father, da’len,” says Solas. “Enjoy what is left of the morning. Your drawing can wait.”

[nacho-hargreeves]

No thoughts just Diego being the dad he wished to have

[pedrospookie]

Guys, it’s Mozart 269th birthday today (the number alone would make that lil shit laugh) but I wrote a birthday/gratitude post for him and I cried.

Mozart is my favourite composer and I just love him a lot and am so grateful for him. I even said a lil prayer to him before I sang at The Met for the first time this past year. He’s just the best.

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

I might make you slightly cry with this but one of the letters is totally written by a younger kiddo and the letter is basically written in almost chicken scratch but says that said kiddo has a stuffed Crocodile named after Stan because they know Stan wouldn’t be mad at the Croc so they wouldn’t be mad either and they love that stuffed croc so so much

Kyle cried trying to read it

HELP dude omg I’m

[whoblewboobear]

Oh that fucking killer reveal. I did not wanna believe it 😔