#I feel so inspired rn

[shut-up-rabert]

If she were to say that she is completely disaffectionate to the idea, she would be lying. Sort of.

Cannily enough, she sends a brief look down at her feet, inspecting her shoes and pants for what has to be the millionth time, shakes her head and lifts her face back.

Heh, even the door seems to be taunting her, laughing in her face.

Naina cannot help but glare back. Force of habit, she hopes it is.

“You don’t have to.” The voice invading her thoughts reassures—albiet offhand by the tone— bringing her back to reality for a split second, then back to where she was.

She can already pick up the audience of idle bystanders starting to discuss amongst themselves, and she certainly hopes that the incoherent whispers are nothing more than the scandalised chatterings of the nerds for seeing a girl in a boys’ dorm.

“I know.” She quitely admits, seemingly still contemplating the choice as the knell in front of her dares her.

This is not news. Naina knows she doesn’t have to. Chances are she wouldn’t have even if she had to, lest it proved to be detrimental. The question then arises, aptly so in her mind and voiced by her (mostly) uncaring companion , “Then why?”

A single glare is shot his way and his lips have his own trembling index finger pressed against them. Irrespective of the fact that Chaitanya is merely jesting, a tad bit of her deflating pride swells back.

And well, the answer to this question? It lies in something more complex.

She sighs yet afresh, scurpously aware of the ‘because’ that the ‘why’ asks for. Her heart floors, yet again, as it has ever-since she has made peace with the fact that its not about whether she has to.

Its that a part of her wants to. And that part grow every second as long as she entertains the idea.

And quantity of bystanders staring at her seem to grow, so she has to do this soon.

“Okay.” She thinks. “This is nothing big. He’ll feel better.” It takes unusually more willpower for her hand to reach the handle, which conviniently enough still appears to be ragging on her.

“He doesn’t hate me.”

Naina had no idea that it was possible for the heart to feel like its sinking yet soaring at the same time until she grasped the knocker and hit it against the rather shabby door. Minutely at first (Jai Mata Di), gently the second time (no turning back now), and harshly the third one (ab to bilkul bhi kuchh nhi kar sakte).

Chaitanya steals a glance at the girl, and seeing that her eyes are shut firmly, gives out what Naina is convinced to have been a chuckle poorly disguised as a cough.

Delicately, she opens her eyes, concurrently hyper aware of every sound that could possibly be made that side of the door, and the turmoil within herself.

Not that it lasts long, for the apt next instant, the something infront of her squeaks, effectively making her heart forget how to beat for a jiffy.

As the old door creaks open, she holds her breath, only to quitely release it when he emerges from behind.

She notices how his eyes fall on her, the imminent perplexity in them and the lack of any positive emotion that would ensure her that he, does not indeed despise her.

None to be seen at all.

Unsurprisingly, regret for making this decision is creeping in a lot faster than the brevity did.

“What’s up?” His sights are on her, but his question is directed to the one standing next to her.

Side eyeing her as he makes for an unpretentious lean against the door frame, Chaitanya wheezes

“Arrey bhai kuchh nahi. Lady bheem here wanted to tell you something so I just brought her.”

She was silently hoping that he would join the joke, like he usually does, respond with something along the lines of Chaitanya making sure she doesn’t murder anyone.

Raising a only single eyebrow at the response, he looks back at her, this time in anticipation, only for her to look away — rather gingerly —at first, then nervously scowl at Chaitanya next.

He doesn’t have to be notified twice. With a single exhale, he pushes himself off his support. “Alright, my job here is done. Carry on with your convo.”

And with a single turn on his heels, he saunters away, making sure to hum to himself so that Naina can be assured he doesn’t intend to eavesdrop.

[carrotkicks]

stop following me

[lifeof-pink]

do you think part of the reason why dokja’s face is so unclear/censored throughout most of the story is because his self as the oldest dream (ie 15 year old him) cant imagine himself surviving to adulthood

[frenchiepal]

5.7.23 🌧️ rain and wind and assignments ♡

[userkoo]

prettiest smile on the prettiest boy ♡

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

them and their vices (10 am on a wednesday)

[welcometogrouchland]

[ID: a digital drawing of characters from the owl house based on the song "up the wolves" by the mountain goats. At the top of the drawing there's a rectangular panel showing Camila and Eda. Camila looks out at the boiling isles at night with her bat. Eda mirrors her pose, with her arm covered in feathers. Shadows form to look like the collectors face, covering Eda's eyes and parts of Camila. Beneath this panel is a star with King and the Collector inside of it, holding hands and spinning midair. Beneath this is the archway portal from thanks to them, which is glowing, and at the bottom of the image is the hexsquad lined up in their designs from for the future, lit by the portal light and looking determinedly into the distance. The lyrics that span the image are "our mother has been absent/ever since we founded Rome/but there's gonna be a party when the wolf comes home". The background is black. End ID]

I knew I couldn't say goodbye to this show without redrawing one of my favorite old pieces, this lyric comic based on Up The Wolves by the mountain goats. I made it pre-ttt and was honestly really vindicated by all the wolf imagery that ep, lmao

[fischiee]

the best part abt rvb is how serious the creators were from the very start about literally everything EXCEPT the plot

they really just spent hours and hours recording and editing and producing and their plot was… people talk and then church dies and his gf shows up and then she dies

and it STILL launched a massive influential inspiring 21 year long show/company

[0rchidm4ntis]

We'll be alright.

[missholoska]

* ... wait, did you say you ATE the pencil!? * I MEAN, LOOK!

happy late valentine's 💛💜

[alpacacare-archive]

inside you there are two wolfs

[wikiangela]

fuck it friday

tagged by @dangerpronebuddie @theotherbuckley 💖

it's technically already friday here but still a little less than an hour before the episode!!! but for now I'm getting back to my beloved alive shannon fic and here's some angst that I've been stuck on bc apparently I can't write eddie and shannon arguing lol

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“Eddie, there’s nothing to celebrate about our marriage ending.” she said gently, taking a step towards Eddie. He stopped and turned towards her.

“Isn’t there? I thought this was what you wanted.” he scoffed.

“And you agreed.” she bit back, tone defensive. “It was all amicable and mutual, and you agreed, Eddie. I thought we were past this.”

“Well, maybe I’m not.” he wasn’t sure why he was starting something right now, a discussion, maybe an argument. It wasn’t necessary, it was stupid, they’d talked it all over multiple times. Still, seeing the papers, it’s just… it hurt. He knew he had no right attacking her right now, but he just- he wanted her to hurt like he was hurting, and he felt awful about it. “Maybe we rushed this.”

“Rushed?” Shannon asked incredulously. “Are you kidding me? If anything, we should’ve gotten divorced sooner. We hadn’t talked in two years.”

“And whose fault was that?” Eddie had the answer ready before she finished talking. And he knew he wasn’t exactly being fair, the circumstances being what they were (...), but at the moment he didn’t care.

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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @gaydiaz @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @transbuck @911onabc @housewifebuck @watchyourbuck @underwater-ninja-13 @eowon @loserdiaz @evanbegins @ladydorian05 @wildlife4life @diazpatcher @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @thewolvesof1998 @puppyboybuckley @weewootruck @loveyouanyway @spagheddiediaz @rainbow-nerdss @sunshinediaz @giddyupbuck @epicbuddieficrecs @pirrusstuff @spotsandsocks @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @hoodie-buck @nmcggg @jesuisici33 @exhuastedpigeon @rogerzsteven @hippolotamus @honestlydarkprincess @fortheloveofbuddie @steadfastsaturnsrings @diazsdimples @disasterbuckdiaz @tizniz @daffi-990

[bottombaron]

there is no way that Guillermo’s pussy wouldn’t drive Nandor absolutely mad with power

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

okay, so its officially been a year since i posted my first milex fanfic and i just wanted to say the most MASSIVE thank you to everyone who’s left comments/kudos/messages on it over the last twelve months 💗 writing this fic pulled me out of long drought of writer’s block and truly restored my joy in writing, and i am eternally grateful to alex and miles and their wonderful music (and ridiculous exploits) for inspiring me, but also to everyone who supported and encouraged me to keep writing. whether you left comments on this fic right from the start, or just started reading it last week - i truly can’t begin to adequately express how much it means to know that something you’ve written is being enjoyed by or means something to other people. thank you all so SO much 💖

[pigeonpalacade]

I FUCKING HATE EXAM SEASON RAAAAHHHH take this wip i have nothing else :(

[todayisafridaynight]

matrophobia