#( here we gooooo )

[rebeccapearson]

the musketeers rewatch » 1x01 friends and enemies

If only men would think instead of fight, there might be more good ones left.

[wh0re-behavi0r]

👨‍👨‍👦👨🏼‍❤️‍👨🏻 🔫 season 4/post shooting fic rec 👨‍👨‍👦👨🏼‍❤️‍👨🏻 🔫

for @lesbiankinard ❤️

moonlight, nightmares, and tearful confessions by @gayhoediaz

just to be with you series by @woodchoc-magnum

i kinda fell half in love (and you're to blame) by orphan_account

i don't swim and you're not in love by @hattalove

lead me back (from the darkness) by @cinematicnomad

when the walls close in by @tawaifeddiediaz

It gets better in the dark (i feel closer to your heart) by @mellaithwen

if you love me, say it first by @lesbiankinard

I Hate Accidents (Except When We Went From Friends to This) by morganofthefairies

The Scroll of Saint Barnabas by @runawaymarbles

this must be the place by euadnes

The Song of Orpheus and Eurydice series by @elvensorceress

i love you, ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard? by @hoediaz

waiting for the hint of a spark by @fallingthorns

[lilbeanz]

Oops, my finger slipped...

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MOST [REDACTED] BRACKET FINAL ROUND!

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

The Skeleton on Horseback

Pictured on the Death tarot card is always a skeleton riding a horse, carrying a black flag with a white flower on it. Sometimes, there is a rising sun and/or sad people (including a child) in the background.

Death is indeed one of the more melancholy cards of the deck, as it resembles an end. But the rising sun offers hope for a new tomorrow, a new beginning.

based on this tweet

[batset]

Femslash February: Day 1!

[dindjarindiaries]

We’re officially in the single digit day countdown for season 3

[radaverse]

wholesome sj pom comic wip

who wants wholesome sj pom comic

Next

[angie-long-legs-moved]

"No one touches what's mine."

prompt from @hazbinned

cont. from here

Of course it wouldn't last.

That was the first thought to cross Angel's mind as he was confronted by his owner, seething with fury as the truth lay bare before them.

Of course it wouldn't last. Of course it had to be ruthlessly shattered in front of him, just like every other beautiful thing he'd ever had the privilege of calling his own.

Had he been an idiot to hope that maybe it would? To wish that somehow, through some Heavenly miracle, the pure bliss of falling in love would fill the rest of his eternity? Perhaps he was an idiot. In the cold light of day, he had to be. This was Hell. And since he had first set foot down here, every hope he had known had come crashing down around him as that gloating inner voice told him he was stupid for expecting anything else.

But he had been so, so careful. He was well aware of how dangerous it would be for Valentino to find out about his relationship with Husk, and he did his damndest to hide it. But Val knew Angel. He could tell something had shifted, that this wasn't the same Angel Dust whose strings he could so easily pull to get exactly what he wanted. So, when Angel had been called into his dressing room unexpectedly, the dread that washed over him was a mere omen of the misery to come.

The room was completely ransacked. Every drawer upturned, clothes strewn everywhere, makeup spilling over the lurid flooring to form ugly stains the colour of bruises. The moth demon was calm, statuesque even - utterly juxtaposed against the chaos of his surroundings. He did not so much as look up from his phone as Angel entered the room - he simply began reading aloud from it. And then Angel's heart dropped.

That was his phone.

They were texts between him and Husk.

In that moment, Angel conceded that he was fucked. He had lost the fight before it had even started. He was used to Valentino's anger, his spontaneous temper tantrums, and petty fury. But this was no such rage. This meant something. This was harrowing.

"Val, it ain't how it looks," Angel started, quiet with fear and instinctively backing away. Yeah, that old cliché, he thought, furious at his own mind as it short-circuited from sheer blind panic, utterly useless in thinking of a single believeable lie. He smiled benignly - his only weapon in this battle. A wooden sword against a rhinestoned revolver.

"It was just a- a fling! It ain't serious, ya gotta believe me!"

[aeriedwelling]

what if i draw some of my blogs as people

[sinnabee]

oh...? looks like someone's up past their bedtime

[blood-inthefields]

Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tissaia de Vries & Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Characters: Tissaia de Vries, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Triss Merigold, Sabrina Glevissig, Keira Metz, Margarita Laux-Antille Additional Tags: No Medical Knowledge, Don't Try This At Home, tw: suicide attempt Summary:

When she finds Tissaia on the floor surrounded by her own blood, Yennefer’s first instinct is to run to her, so she does. Her knees sink to the floor and she wails, cradling Tissaia’s body, hovering over her as if to shield her from harm. But the harm is done, and Tissaia’s the culprit, and Yennefer curses her name.

[dindjarindiaries]

HAPPY MANDALORIAN EVE

[fromthemouthofkings]

Jeeves and the Thorny Hedge

Chapter 5

As I departed from the flat that evening, I could not suppress the nagging sensation that I had missed something. It was puzzling. Though the day’s events had in the end come out mostly in our favor, there were several points that did not meet my satisfaction. The main part of it was Mr. Wooster. Our unwanted guest had been disposed of, yet still he seemed preoccupied and morose.

I tried to tell myself that my dissatisfaction came from wanting not to see my employer unhappy, and this was true–but some small part of me was still thinking of that small aside, the suggestion he had made to kiss me–and the stalwart certainty that I could give him pleasure, the hope that if I pleased and impressed him, then perhaps, perhaps–

This was a foolish notion, and I shook it off.

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[thelightningstreak]

Chapter 7 for Trigun Fic, Love and Violence

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Summary: A town of humans accidentally rehabilitate a floundering, injured Knives after his deadly battle with Vash. Canon divergent gen fic.

Rated: T