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seeing fanart of siblings

“don’t tag as [ship name]!”

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I thought there was money in it. Or I could pawn it, y’know? Whatever. Then I opened it.

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klaus + asking vanya

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“For all we know, she might be struggling with this new power. I mean, it must be scary, terrifying really, to discover that you can do something that you never thought you could do.”

Klaus + Vanya Parallels

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Does anyone genuinely call their siblings sis, sister, little/big sis, bro, brother, little/big brother etc. as constantly as this appears to be portrayed in media? I’m extremely sceptical. Now, affectionally addressing them by something like “slug”, “toad”, “fool”, and “bitch”, or even dare I say it, their gotdamn name, is, from my experience, so much more natural. 

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I thought this was about the mars robot at first.

“Cute”

I got really lazy near the end. Maybe I’ll come back and clean it up. I just wanna be done with it.

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:') bruh three or four weeks into treatment would SUCK for both of them I'm dying inside.

I'm so sorry for this awfully angsty ask but I'm incredibly curious - how do you think Neil, Aaron and the rest of the foxes would react if Andrew were diagnosed with lung cancer from all his smoking?

Ooh, but I LOVE angst. I literally survive on your guy’s tears.

The results come in, that detatched murmured affirmative; Adenocarcinoma.

Andrew accepts the news with a blank face, a shrug. He lights a cigarette right outside the hospital, the familiar burn of the smoke in his lungs, the shallow zing of the nicotine. He shoves the papers into the glove compartment of his car. Hell think about it later. Or never.

Neil finds the papers a week later. He holds them in his hands like a broken bird, careful, assessing, heart-breaking. He’s quiet when he hands them to Andrew. The whole world seems to have gone quiet. Eerily silent, like the echoing of an empty cavern.

“We’ll go back in tomorrow,” he says, his voice too loud in that deafening silent. “Together.”

Andrew stares at him a long time. “I hate you.”

Neil kisses his mouth, lightly. There’s no heat, just that depthless love that is immortal, even if the human body cripples. Even if it breaks. Immortal.

Radiation. Chemotherapy. The poisons they call treatment are worse than the goddamn cancer. And every time Neil takes a cigarette out of Andrew’s hands, he thinks he might break his arm.

“I’m going to kill you.”

“You’re going to kill you.”

Neil seems to think that if they stop smoking together it will help. Andrew assures him it will just make for two cranky bastards instead of one. Neil quits anyway.

Neil tells Nicky first. A hushed conversation outside the gym. Saying it out loud, even over the phone, is like a new blow.

Nicky’s voice is tight with the effort to withhold his tears. Neil is grateful for the effort. If he hears Nicky so, he’s not sure he’ll be able to hold himself together.

Aaron, on the other hand, is silent on the other line. Neil can hear his teenage daughters laughing in the background, the bark of the dog, the murmur of the TV. Normal life on the precipice of breaking.

“Tell him to stay away from crap food,” Aaron says finally.

“YOU tell him,” Neil challenges, no real anger behind the words. It’s been years since he and Aaron fought to bitterly, years of hostility melting into tolerance, melting into a calm, if sometimes mocking, coexistence.

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a hylian girl looks out her back window. the hero of time is out there, behind the shed, screaming and hitting a box with a dismembered skeleton arm. the box shatters, and he scrambles to gather all the scattered apples into his bag. then he takes down his manbun to tie a bandana around his head, and takes a flying leap at a flat and featureless cliff. he climbs. fifty feet up, he stops and shoves a fish into his mouth. “there he goes,” her mother says. “he’s going to save us all.”

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what’s the cure for this obsession?

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The other day my therapist said something that rlly hit me.

"even though you don't have a PhD, doctorate, whatever, in psychology, you have a masters degree in your life."

Context was something about me doubting my feelings about something. But yeah! Thought I would share because it's something everyone should hear.

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Neil vs the world

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hero of hyrule, shredder of shields, careless destroyer of treasured relics

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one taught me love

one taught me patience

one taught me pain

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Can we all agree we have all done this?