#AND THERE IT WAS

[mwagneto]

Even Family guy knows I’m cryinggg😭😭😂😂

[thenocturnenarrator]

OMG ITS SANS UNDERTALE!

[jinlian]

i just can't say too many times how important it is to me that katsa never wanted to get married, never wanted to have children, and even though she found herself in an unexpected love story she never changed her mind and the man who loved her never even tried to ask her to. because there is nothing wrong with katsa.

and the narrative so clearly smacks down anyone or anything that implied that she should want it, it normalized her wishes and painted them as right because they were her own, and she still loved children but that wasn't the point and i nearly cry because as a woman who doesn't want children myself i cannot tell you how many times i have heard "oh you'll see later :))" as though something were just wrong with me and i'll "fix" myself later but here i was, seeing this in fantasy and a wonderful heroine and i never even knew how much i needed to see it until that moment.

[nephenees-lance]

FUCKING FINALLY!!!!

THANK THE LORDS!!!!

[screenshotsofsteven]

[itwasjustmisplaced]

Y’all, all I wanted was scenes of Aaron fiddling with his engagment ring (like all recently married/engaged dudes do) and we got it!!!! He was fiddling with it before Robert handed him the beer. 

*CRYING*

[caerfuldaughter]

ok but who remembers literally seconds before the 1989 livestream the person who leaked the album artwork onto tumblr and ruined it for literally everyone

[nikkiisawkward]

A sign

[koreandragon]

i need kdramas to stop this one person is sleeping and the other person leans close to their face and the person sleeping wakes up or it’s later revealed that they were awake, i get the worst second hand embarassment

[geek-fashionista]

WAS ANYONE GONNA TELL ME HORIMIYA IS GETTING AN ANIME OR DID I HAVE TO WALK INTO ANIMATE AND FIND OUT MYSELF

[cmqbea]

today marks the GLORIOUS DAY THE ROOSTER/HANGMAN TAG HAS BEEN MARKED COMMON BY AO3 and I'm losing my mind!!!!!!!!!

thank you lord thank you jesus happy pride month to everyone including our favorite pilots

i can now write about them again knowing that everything can be filtered

[theviolenttomboy]

Today on that-wasn’t-intentional-but-it-sure-worked-out-nicely, I finally bought the art book on March 3rd, PokeSpe’s birthday ^-^.

[adiraofthetals]

Something that wasn't on my bingo card for this year was Spirk becoming canon.

[mrcspectr]

SCREAMS I JUST GOT JUMPSCARED BY JAKE SAYING HERMANITO IN A RANDOM FIC I WAS SCROLLING THROUGH ON AO3.

[revvethasmythh]

Glad to know Caleb continues to be predictable by including an Angst Tower into his special magic house for his friends

[theconvictcolony-blog1]

I JUST FOUND THIS IT’S  A REQUEST FROM MOnTHS AGO AND I FiNISHED IT BUT NEVER POSTED IT OMF

IT A SPAMANO FICLET IDK WHAT IT WAS FROM buT I THINK IT’S CANONVERSE AND I HAVEN’T EDITED IT OR ANYTHING SO JU ST

TAK E IT

“Lovi,” Antonio’s voice was soft from the doorway. His arms hung limp at his sides, bandages peeking out from the sleeves of his shirt. Lovino’s throat closed to see that.

He didn’t stop packing.

“What? Come to see me off? Beg me to stay?” 

Antonio’s face twisted briefly at the harsh tone. The expression was wiped clear as soon as it appeared, and he was smiling again. 

“I can’t ask you to stay, but I thought maybe I could help you pack,” he said, casting a glance around the room, where various clothes and effects were strewn, haphazard. “After all, I won’t see you again.”

Lovino’s hands stilled. 

“At least, not for a while.” Antonio didn’t make a move to enter, just stood in the doorway, that small, sad smile playing around the corners of his mouth. “You’re going back to your brother,” he said. “I can’t be hanging around all the time.”

His fingers twitched, and Lovino forced his hands to move again. “Damn right you can’t.” 

He shoved a pair of trousers into the bag with a bit more force than necessary and fumbled with the buckle. His fingers weren't working. He couldn’t get a proper grip. Cursing, he gave up, and slung it over his shoulder, not caring that it hung open.

Antonio was silent, but his eyes didn’t leave Lovino’s face. Emotion’s he couldn’t name swam there, and Lovino found himself looking away. 

“Well,” he managed, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Well,” Antonio repeated, voice soft.

There was an awkward pause. Making a frustrated noise in the back of his throat, Lovino moved to push past Antonio, before he found himself enveloped in a familiar embrace. Arms pinned to his sides by hard muscle, Lovino squawked, struggling to get away.

“Lovi.”

He went still, hands bunched into fists. His heart thudded in his chest, and he knew Antonio could feel it. Neither of them said anything. Eventually, Lovino’s breathing began to slow. Feeling him relax, Antonio loosened his arms and turned to press his face to Lovino’s hair, breathing in. 

“Lovi,” he murmured, lips moving against Lovino’s head. Suppressing a shiver, Lovino swallowed. They stood like that, silent but for the sound of breathing, for a few minutes more. Uncertain what to do, Lovino began to raise his hands when Antonio pulled back. He held him by the shoulder’s for a second, face tight, then smiled and stepped out of the way.

“You’d better get going,” he said, gesturing for Lovino to move past him. “You wouldn’t want to be late.”

Lovino opened his mouth, hands still half-raised, then closed it and nodded, face closed. He readjusted his bag and shouldered past Antonio, heading off down the open topped hallway without a second glance.

“Lovino,” Antonio called from behind him, something urgent in his voice. Lovino paused. He heard Antonio take a few steps forwards, then nothing, and waited a few seconds more. 

“Goodbye.”

Lovino’s throat tightened, and he tipped his head back to look at the sky. Closing his eyes, he resumed his walk down the hall without looking back, steps unfaltering.

“Welcome back.”

Greeted with open arms and a warm smile, Lovino was pulled into a hug the second he walked into the door. Going stiff, he allowed his brother to fuss over him for a few minutes before he couldn’t take it anymore. Making some excuse, he ignored the hurt that flashed across Feliciano’s face and retreated to his bedroom. Closing the door behind him, he turned to see everything the same as he’d left it, not a thing out of place. Fresh air wafted in through the window, heady and filled with the scents of good food and night air. 

Nothing had changed. Nothing was different. 

Except for him.

Lovino slumped to the floor and cried.

He cried for hours. His chest was wracked with sobs, his throat tight and sore, and he pounded on the wooden floor with his fists. He cried everything he had and everything he was. He cried, and once he was done, he picked himself up, dusted himself off, and walked back down the stairs, limping and head held high.

He was re-unified.