#(also therapy)

[wolfshystuff]

Enemies to Friends to Lover

Is one of my favorite romantic trope ever!

Especially when there is the crazy one, who bring trouble and caos but who also just wanted to be love

And then there is the calm one, who at the start doesn't want anything to do with theme but in the end they developed complicated feeling for the crazy one and then helped them become a better person by offering support and, most important, love.

In a way there are also Luz and Amity who fit the trope but they are reversed (the calmer one needed to be saved and loved be the chaotic one)

[freakoutgirl]

Really funny when I come out of a completely normal work conversation with the absolute most anxious sweat

[firedragonxx]

Back at it again with the memes for @post-it-notes7’s fic

[moldspace]

damn what medication did that bc I need it

prozac

[wisismydumpstat]

You know an expansion is promising when you're like half an hour in and your WoL is already in this emotional state.

[theamazingwhizzo]

My thoughts while reading Kit to Jace

Kit is my baby, and you will have to take him from my dead, cold hands of my corpose

This doesn't sound good

No, please, you are not a danger to the people you love!

Yes, you deserve love! Fuck Johnny Rook, you deserve the world. This runaway!Kit theories are getting stronger

"And she's never been away from her family before" please, stop, i beg you!!!!

Ok, at least it's not Round Tom, that's something. I like the guy

"But maybe nothing can keep me safe" these theroies are now as good as cannon

"I'm not a kid anymore" is this the beginnig of the powerful /villain era???

Nop, nop, not okey. I need five therapy seasons NOW.

Do we really have to wait another week to know what happens to Mina?!?!?!?!

At least it doesn't sound as much that he will run away than just be more serious about his training

Good for Kit to be bonding with Jace, but when Janus enters the xat, it's gonna create a conflict of interest with Kit

[stainedglasstruth]

TIMING: Current SUMMARY: Arden has a rough day and decides to go for a run, but she can't outrun her thoughts. CONTENT WARNINGS: Parental death and very brief description of a dead body

Arden threw the pen down and ran a hand through her hair for the nth time that day, glaring down at her desk as if it had personally offended her. 

It was one of those days; a restlessness had settled under her skin, a bone deep itch that she wouldn’t be able to scratch no matter what it is she did. Nothing she wrote felt right, none of her leads seemed to actually lead anywhere, and neither her body nor her mind seemed to want to stay still. So, instead of continuing to try and fail to work, she pulled on a hoodie and a pair of leggings, put on her running shoes, and headed out. 

She headed toward the river, music blaring in her ears as she tried to drown out the thoughts that seemed to bounce around her head like a screensaver. Her feet pounded against the pavement as she ran past storefronts and buildings that simultaneously looked so familiar and so foreign in a way that made her chest ache.

She had known– had thought she had known– what to expect coming back to Wicked’s Rest. She’d grown up here, had lost so much here, she knew what this town was like. But you can’t really know what is essentially a variable, and she sure as hell didn’t have ‘massive mining accident that floods the caves with some dark goop, makes crabs weird, and cracks the Flat’ on her return to town bingo. And, of course, no one seemed to have any idea what the fuck was happening. 

Even after the incident, the folks at Erebus remained as mysterious and elusive as they had always been, refusing to comment on anything. Meanwhile, the local government and authorities were spouting the same bullshit lines about how “unfortunate it is, but accidents happen, and we’re working diligently to ensure everyone’s safety.” Lines that she had to keep parroting to keep the general public from freaking out until she could find some actual information. And then figure out how to spin when it inevitably if it turned out to be something insane and supernatural was going on. 

She slowed as she neared the bridge that joined the two halves of the town, separated as they were by the river. If she squinted, she could see the border of the Pines peaking out from behind Oldtown. She ignored the way her heart dropped at the sight, instead turning her attention back to her pace, her form, her breath, as she pointedly made her way across the bridge and into Harborside. But still, she was acutely aware of the Pines at her back, as if the trees were watching her. 

Ugh, she shook her head, ponytail whipping behind her. It was that damned nightmare from the previous night throwing her off. She could still see it in her mind’s eye even as she ran along the picturesque riverside. They were there, haunting her dreams, just as they perpetually haunted her mind. She had been in the forest– the Pines, she knew immediately– in a sea of trees. Darkness, pressed in on the two of them as they led her through the trees, searching for something. Words had been exchanged, though she couldn’t remember them exactly, just the monumental feelings of guilt and sorrow and remorse. And, then–

In the dream, she had found her father– found his body. Her pulse raced as she remembered the blood soaked dirt, the torn limbs, the massive chunks- she paused mid-stride, closing her eyes in an attempt to make the images stop. 

She forced herself to take a deep breath. It was just a dream. It was just another nightmare, just another one of the– quickly becoming commonplace– nightmares that had been plaguing her since coming back to this fucking town. 

She made a mistake coming back here, didn’t she? She should probably pack up and go back to Boston and try her best to forget Wicked’s Rest and all the terrible shit that happened here. But, she’d tried that already, and she had been pulled right back because she needs to know what happened to them. Curiosity killed the cat… 

And, if she was being honest, she did still have love for the town. It’s where she grew up, and made so many memories. The weirdness of it all used to delight her before her father died, before she knew the of all the hidden dangers. Now that she knew, she could help, though. She had to keep the secret she had to she couldn’t let anyone else but, she could try to keep people as informed as possible, try to keep them safe. 

[ruenii]

izaya may be a psychopathic dickhead menace who ruins people lives and can't understand emotions well because he's more emotionally detached than anyone in the show because he wasn't taught that showing emotions was okay and instead refuses his emotions and humanity all together just to convince himself that he's above everyone else so that he can't feel vulnerable and fragile and calls himself god to create distance between himself and humanity when he really is just a lonely man who doesn't want to admit he's just as human as everyone else is.

[warfared]

i think giving mishka a hug would fix him.

[whstw]

need the Laduree set sooo so bad

[anti-dazai-blog]

[gothhobbithoe]

Lewis from H2O deserves compensation for everything he has had to suffer through

[heavilykaffeinated]

I kin Meredith so hard it’s not even funny. While she and I are also aggressively different, there are parts that are simply yes

[effervescentdragon]

while im waiting for my exam file to become acessible, just want to let you all know that the montreal date fic sequel is now at 2,5k and it has porn already

[dewybones]

My doctor described an anxiety induced all-nighter so here we are.

[madrigaljail]

“So Seda how’s the writing going?”

Like that. That is exactly how it’s going,