#😭😭🔪

[kjosi]

See. I would. I would say he has incurable foot in mouth disease ,or like it is simply because he’s a Leo. But EYE just feel that wayy too coincidental exactly a YEAR the literal anniversary of #bishagate. I get the vibe that part of him was just looking for an opening so he could tell that side of that story. Man’s been literally experienced workplace homophobia for YEARS , ur telling me that Misha “what are they going to do? Fire me?” Collins WOULDN’T eat up a convenient opportunity to call warner bros tf out on their crimes?? For that Atrocity of a phone call esp???

[scifiromance]

unfortunately im extremely jealous I didn’t see the jonas brothers on their eras tour 😭

[redmyeyes]

Quit... Quit my job. I had to.

FELLOW TRAVELERS 1.05 ❝ Promise You Won't Write ❞

[rowrowronnie]

practice makes perfect!

[kaixserzz]

eons adrift ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ wanderer x gn!reader

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🎐 ꒱ "i'll come and find you in every life celestia will give me." "that's not possible, you and i both know that." "watch me!"

 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ cw: character analysis-ish, mildly proofread, drabble but it's kinda messy, its more like an idea than a fic LOLLL im sorry, hurt/comfort

scaramouche took you for a naive fool, just as he was when oh so stupidly believed those words as kunikuzushi.

you are but a human. a mere breath of his everlasting eternity. a few hundreds of years and he would forget everything about you.

insignificant, you humans were.

frail.

vulnerable.

so so easy to break.

as he walked into the path of darkness; consuming him and turning him into someone he doesn't recognize in the mirror no longer—kabukimono, kunikuzushi, the love of your life, was long gone. memories like the leaves that turn yellow and crumble to ashes as winter approaches.

yet the winter will remain in his empty chest for as long as he walks teyvat. churning into a blizzard of ice cold pain, destroying everything around him as it grows. he continues to walk this wretched path he chose.

but then he met someone, rekindling the spark that was once there beneath his porcelain skin. trying to light up a burn out wick, to bring an end to his winter and bring forth the beautiful spring he was once.

scaramouche never thought he'd love again.

even after all through the pain he went from the doctor's experiments, after roaming the great expanse of the abyss, after becoming the balladeer, the 6th of the fatui harbingers, he still felt.

love.

happiness.

pain.

sorrow.

and regret.

he hates it, but he loves them, just as much as he loved you.

though he allowed someone new worm their way into his heart, he kept them in arm's reach. he cannot bear to be vulnerable to someone else. they were human, they were to die; he is a puppet, he is meant to live on forever.

but then he heard them say things only you would say. giving him lavender melons you bought off the market, accidentally calling him names only you would know.

he remember that promise you made him before you died.

"i'll come and find you in every life celestia will give me."

scaramouche did not understand what he felt when he realized that his new lover, was in fact, just a reincarnation of you. and just like that, your name burns back itself into his mind—a name he thought he had erased into obscurity, along with his past.

he was a fool, scaramouche thought. he laughed at himself, a laugh void of humor, nor joy.

it was your name, your first incarnation, just in a different language.

it appears that scaramouche didn't like this feeling. of bitter butterflies in his stomach, the familiarity when you try to get close to him, the same smile you had, the light full of love in your eyes—it was all too much for him.

so he left you in the snow of his ever growing blizzard. buried under the thick layers of freezing ice.

and again, to your next reincarnation. a fatui, a vendor, an adventurer, a knight, a scholar—male, female, neither, or all of them; tall, short, plump, slim, dark or light skinned,

he cannot bear to lose you just as he first did.

slipping by his fingers, to the one thing he is not affected by.

death.

he doesn't accept the fact that your love has led you back to him, again and again.

why do you even keep coming back? don't you know he's part of the fatui? don't you know what he has done? don't you know what he has become?

and yet you'd knock on his door, calling his name with your voice full of warmth, arms wide for him to take and allow himself to be called yours again—all he had to do was open the door.

he has kept a lock on it ever since he met you again.

worn down and rotten; chains all rusted, handle jammed and barely working. he approaches the door once again. this time, as wanderer. a better version of himself,

one that's finally willing to open the door to you.

but you weren't there anymore, waiting for him on the other side.

how could you? you were never there in the first place.

not with this version of himself.

not as the wanderer.

and maybe that was for the best. even though he cries himself to sleep at night for all the things he has done to you. weeping, as he curls onto the sheets, praying to the stars above in hopes you'd hear his heartbroken apologies, yearning for your love, your touch, your smiles—

this was his punishment for hurting you, for being a fool. he was underserving of your love, after all.

"hey, wanderer, was it?"

a new voice, someone unfamiliar. he refrained from sighing, for buer's sake, and instead took a deep, refreshing breath. he turns, and the stranger smiles brightly at him.

immediately, as if the winds of spring has hit him all so suddenly in the face. the fragrance of blooming flowers that was once buried under the snow, the sun shining brightly in the skies, and birds chirping symphonies.

like the mornings brimming with new found hope, the smell of dew sticking onto his clothes as he trace his fingers all over the a tree's trunk. like the the juices of a fruit he sank his teeth into, dribbling down the corners of his lips and down his arms.

warmth tingled on his skin, and his heart leaps.

"nice to meet you!" you say your name, a name he has heard hundreds of versions before, all so different and yet they all felt and tasted like honey dripping down his tongue. "i hope we get along."

"yeah," he says, almost breathless, as the tears begins to well in his eyes. his fingers tremble, and his smile grew wobbly. tipping his hat down to avoid your gaze, his voice cracks. "i hope so too."

his door was wide open, waiting for you come in.

you grin, and take a step inside.

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author's note: "i thought this was a dottore only blog? SHUT UP!!!!! SHUT UP!!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹 IM MAD AT MYSELF TOO BUT THIS IS FOR @fatuismooches also new format because im too lazy to open my files :/ not back yet, i just wanna write this for the pookie 💗💗 ty for listening to me ramble like a madman ur single handedly gettin me thru it ong LMAOOO /lh

[scarefox]

Watch Pit Babe they said! It's silly unserious fun they said!

[mysicklove]

older brother sukuna who tries to convince 5 year old yuuji to beat up megumi just to fuck with gojo

[pyjamacryptid]

We’re grieving tonight (the 97 tabs I just lost in the browser crash)

[rebouks]

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Wyatt: I feel like this place is tainted now, like we need to open all the windows and just… [Wyatt wafted his hands as though he could dismiss Kian’s lingering presence as easily as the wind displaced sand] Brynn: You forget soon enough. Wyatt: I need some air, you coming? Brynn: Tch, like I can run anywhere-.. I am huge sea creature. Wyatt: A whale? Brynn: Oh, you dig your own grave-.. I stab you whilst you sleep! [Wyatt chuckled as Brynn smacked him upside the head, only somewhat gently] Wyatt: I don’t doubt it. Remind me to hide the knives when I get back… … Darien: But it was cathartic, right? Wyatt: Hm.. you orchestrated this on purpose, didn’t you? Darien: I’ve no idea what you’re talking about-.. enlighten me. Wyatt: Well, let’s just say that I’m certainly less likely to regret not reaching out. Darien: Ah.. so, it worked? Wyatt: You’re a shrewd man, Mr. Moore. Darien: Why, thank you! Wyatt: So, when’re you going to visit again? Darien: Ohh, I don’t know-.. I figured I’d let your anger dissipate a little first, I like my neck un-strangled thank you. Wyatt: Ha-ha. Darien: Really though, it’ll be nice not having to wonder. Wyatt: It must be exhausting, being right all the time. Darien: Nope! Speaking of-.. reckon he’ll wind up on Kaden’s doorstep next? Wyatt: Probably. He doesn’t know what to do unless someone’s telling him. Darien: Mhm, prison won’t have helped matters-.. do this, shit there, suck that, bend over. [cackling]

[mymitochondriaforpresident]

The racism my beloved Simon had to face….my baby. 🥺💔

Although painful to watch, it felt incredibly validating. It was so annoying watching some people say this show was “only about class” while dismissing the BS that Simon had to go through. The abuse was ten fold because he’s POC and S3 finally exposed that.

That being said, and on a more positive note, it was so incredibly sexy when Simon sang happy birthday to Wille in Spanish (he feels safe with him!) and when Wille admitted to fantasizing about stroking those beautiful curlssss (and then actually did it). 🥹❤️‍🩹

Wilmon forever. 🤎🤍

[bizarrelittlemew]

Rhys Darby as Charles in A Series of Unfortunate Events S1:E7+E8 ⪼ immediately wants to adopt the Baudelaires

[freensrcha]

To be honest, parents know what their kids are. But I'm way cooler. I knew since you were a kid. But, you just like men. It's no biggies.

MOONLIGHT CHICKEN | EPISODE 4

[magicaldreamfox1]

porschepete + speedrunning the 5 stages of grief

[fluffy-ami]

“Don't move, or else I'm adding more~”

BRO I'M FEELING SO EVIL AND CRINGE TODAY oh god i'm sorry he's just so silly goofy-

i wanna give him 'em soft tickles 👁️

(also my on-paper sketches always look so much shittier on the photos like nahhh 😭)

[captain-flint]

This fictional character... he's having a hard time? Yeah, maybe. Maybe it's best he just... lets go. Do you mean just curl up into a ball and die? What if it's not a death? What if life just... begins again?

[books4evermorr]

I genuinely think this is an anagram that she might have seen somewhere near her and took it as her name (don’t talk to me I am sobbing)

Cause like it’s Project Apple yk? So it could be : Apple N___ 1-A , like successful experiment 1-A but she mistook it as IA