#I still remember that day five years ago

[marth-dragalialost]

happy five year anniversary to the game ever!! let's stand on some cake to celebrate

[fanficsbysenneres]

The other night, I had a dream about Lieutenant Lesaro. I was standing on a slope. In front of me was a field of wheat, unripened and still very pale green. To my right was an old farm, the kind of farm that has been lived in since the 1700s, the cracks in the walls visibly plastered over even from a distance. Gui was standing next to me, in black jeans and a black leather jacket.

The sun was setting.

He turned towards me, his hands reached for mine and held them between his. I remember in the dream actually feeling the warmth of his hands. The sun cast his skin gold, his eyes were illuminated warm and clear, like syrup. He didn't say anything but I had the strongest sense he was telling me he would wait. For as long as it took.

[meeiahh]

Hello! I was bored and made a tumblr account and I have different blogs for different things I like!

I’ve recently started getting into anime and manga again after I stopped finding it interesting a few years ago.

I just use my blogs for things like opinions, headcannons, analysis, etc…

My favourite anime’s right now are attack on titan, sk8 the infinity and chainsaw man! My favourite manga right now is toilet-bound hanako-kun.

I’m currently reading my hero academia as I’ve never actually watched or read any of it and I’m currently watching blue period, jujutsu kaisen and bungo stray dogs.

That’s all for now!

[cuteniaarts]

Fanny, my sweet, beautiful girl

17.11.2012 – 14.04.2019

[iftitah]

its so ironic that i remember everyones birthday like of people who matter and who absolutely dont yet somehow people whos wish matters always forget mine

[samgelina-jolie]

"Robin x Nancy" this and "Vickie x Robin"

WHAT ABOUT ROBIN X CARRIE THE THEATRE GIRL AND HER ONE MINUTE OF SCREEN TIME IN EPISODE 5 OF REBEL ROBIN

[cosmoseinfeld]

WHY WAS DENNIS WEARING A WATCH IN S13, MR HOWERTON?

[jonny-b-meowborn]

me when I'm normal <- experiences an hour long on-and-off sleep paralysis

[stuckinapril]

Hey everyone, this is Bisan from Gaza. I'm still alive but Hind is not. Do you remember Hind Rajab? This seven (7) years old child who was missed 12 days ago. Hind was in a car with five (5) family members and they were all killed - except Hind - by an Israeli bomb, and then she called the Ambulance, she asked them to rescue her. Two Ambulance men from the Red Crescent tried to do this but they were also missed. Now; today they were found killed. The body of Hind found killed, found murdered. It's just a new massacre added to the list of endlessly massacres committed by Israel against my people; Palestinians in Gaza right now.

No one holds Israel accountable until now. No one is doing anything. Hind was killed. Who is the next? I don't know, it might be any one of us, but I mean, it's a new, it's a new massacre - she is murdered. You all heard her story, you all heard her voice asking for help saying (Bisan speaks in Arabic first then translates to English the following) "take me with you, take me from here". She was between dead bodies for days, alone and no one could rescue her. We knew where she was, we knew that she was okay, we knew that she could contact the Red Crescent but no one rescued her.

-- Bisan on Instagram, 02.10.2024

There really is nothing left to say.

[jasontoddiefor]

Yeah sure we’ve all binged a long fic, but have you ever read a WIP and followed someone’s life?

Tidbits of information - (“I graduated today!”) - and small joys (“It’s my birthday!”) and you get to be there to say “This chapter made me cry, happy birthday, thank you for gifting us this”.

I remember reading this fic of someone at the end of high school, older than me then. They seemed infinitely wise, spoke of their future career and getting into the college they wanted. I remember them posting on days they felt like nothing could bring them down - and on days the whole world did and it’s the aftermath of a hospital visit. Cancer, I think it was, their father. I got to the end of the story, I know their father was fine, but also they got to finish their WIP. I graduated three years later than them, still dutifully wrote thank you notes in every comment. I wonder if they remember me, or just the collective of people reading the story as it updates.

Four years ago I was into my first year of university, my first year of figuring out being out in public spaces. I made excuses as to why my name didn’t match my paperwork and read a fic on the train, the same five chapters over and over again for the next years as I thought the story abandoned. It updated this week after such a long hiatus, I left another thank you comment.

There’s an author I love, they update their stories like a clockwork. When they don’t, I check their blog, just to see if their doing alright, not because I feel like they owe me, just to ensure whether I better get out my laptop to write that really detailed university level essay chapter analysis to get them smiling when their day sucked.

And then, once, when I was 17, I read a fic that hadn’t updated in over a decade. I wasn’t even in primary school when it started posting. On the last chapter, I left a comment that, in retrospect, was horribly rambly and most likely full of grammar mistakes. The author replied and though I couldn’t see their face, I thought of them crying. They were married now, had children, and hadn’t thought about this fic in years. They went through their files again, found another half written chapter and an outline. I got two new chapters to read that year.

And then, recently, someone told me they got back into writing original fiction because of my comments. I get to read nearly weekly chapters.

I love binge reading a finished fic, but nothing is ever going to top the feeling of anticipation of waiting for a chapter, the pure joy when someone tells you I was done with this, but you made me think of it again, so this is for you.

Anyway, I think we should romanticize reading WIPs more, growing up alongside the authors writing the stories we love.

[lesboylycan]

today feels like an early July day transposed into pre-spring weather and sunset/sunrise times

[maddy-ferguson]

i listened to omar apollo before it was cool or uncool i forget what people think he is these days

[coldvampire]

i got to enjoy relatively clear skin for just under a year after going on isotretinoin & now fucking. i get the Joy of dealing with some other new skin condition on my face that just doesnt want to fuck off

[todayisafridaynight]

Your brain is massive and your opinions are correct. I fucking LOVE SA2 and Shadow bro 😭 Last time I revisited my Sonic era I was trying to unlock training mode in Shadow by A-ranking all the missions and bosses. SA2/Shadow/Sonic Heroes/Sonic Riders were the ones I replayed (and still do every couple of years) the most :)

my god PLEAAASSE THE TRAINING/EXPERT MODE IN SHADOW i love how the hints just fuck off and are replaced by the cast chattin with shadow.... like black doom the fuck are you doin talkin to me you are dead.... leave me alone.....

as a part of my All-326-Routes playthrough of shadow im SO stoked to unlock that mode again for the first time in like. A Decade... i've just been clearing out all the routes from the very top all the way down but i might just A-rank all the levels and routes first just to get the mode..

the adventure games + shadow are my faves to play honestly like as much as i still do like sonic games nowadays i just really enjoyed that 3d free-roaming aspect of the gamecube era games (and even 06: just wish it wasnt such a glitchy mess and i was more of a fan of the models/art style)

PLUS WITH THE ADVENTURE GAMES YOU HAVE THE CHAOS LIKE WHY DID THEY GET RID OF THEM BRING THEM BACK !!!!! THEY WERE SO CUTE

[ohgeezlya]

SOMETHIN’ STUPID | Five Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

Summary; In which everything is outed between Five, your husband, and Lila, your brother in law’s wife.

“Then he goes and spoils it all by saying something stupid like ‘I love you.’

Warning; Angst, cheating, spoilers for S4.

A/n: I found this season to be terrible, but ugh the angst I can make with it is juicy.

You feel nauseous, bile raising in the back of your throat, tears pricking your eyes threatening to fall. You feel embarrassed. All eyes on you, Five, Diego, and Lila.

You want to scream.

You’ve known Five since The Temps Commission, and you’ve spent years together happily married. You felt awful for being jealous of his looks towards Lila, but you just thought you were being paranoid; you could trust him. You always had.

Still, you were right. They had both been acting strangely when they returned. Exchanging heartbreaking smiles, lingering looks, and delicate touches.

Then the fucking bracelet.

You slap Five across the face with an unsteady hand, hoping to make a mark. Your wedding ring was on the hand that you smacked him, and the blow caused a tiny cut in his face.

Loud ‘oos’ and a gasp come from the siblings on the couch.

"You are disgusting. Were you with his wife, your brother's fucking wife?" Five just looked at you, his cheek cupping, grief rushing through him. You push him away when he reaches out to you.

“You don’t understand. We were stuck there for seven years. Every day I thought about coming home to you, but it felt hopeless. I felt like I was going insane.“ He trying, desperately wanting you to understand, but how can you?

“So, what, You gave up? You gave up on finding a way back?” You shake your head in disbelief. Five would never give up, the man in front of you is not the man you met all those years ago.

The one you married would’ve fought tooth and nail to get back to you.

“I knew something was going on since you got back; I’m not blind, Five. I… I thought I was being paranoid; I felt horrible for not trusting you, my husband." You look down at your ring; its typical shine is dulling.

All those years, the surviving, the fighting, saving the world. Together. Was all forgotten and all for nothing within a couple of hours—for you at least.

“It took seven years for 45 long ones to be nothing.” You mumbled taking the ring off, and throwing it at him—which he caught, a terrified glance at it in his hand.

There was a stunned silence, Klaus perched on the couch waiting for more along with the others.

You feel exposed, you don't want to be vulnerable while there’s onlookers, gawking at your ruined marriage taking place in your in-law’s living room.

“Five, I hope those fleeting moments with her were worth it.”

You turn your heel and walk away, ignoring the pleas from Five and the siblings for you to come back.

Some part of you that will love Five unconditionally wants him to run after you.

Your hands are tight around your arms, shaking.

You remember the train Five talked about...

You cautiously take steps down to the train station, the overhead lights buzzing eerily. No one was there, only yourself and the lone train.

Staggering to one of the doors, you quickly get on. Not looking back.

You take a seat, when your legs give out. Tears watering down your face, you do nothing to wipe them away. You’re tired. You don’t look back.

The train dings, the lights flickering, the train ramping up, and the doors shutting. You nervously tried to play with your ring finger but there was nothing to fidget with.

You don’t look back.

If you did.

You would’ve seen Five. Standing there solemnly, heavy tears going down his face as the weight of this breaks him. His fist tightens around your wedding ring, you leaving breaks him.

The wind from the train blows his hair to the side as he watches you leave.

Never to be seen in this timeline again.

[floorpancakes]

i wish i was a cat so my flaws were still cute and adorable and i was worthy of recieving love attention and raising back to health and my brain was small enough that the discomfort and fear would give way to simple things like enjoying a little treat and looking good for photos and being loved and held and stuff