#IM CRYING DYING SOBBING OF JOY

[unanchored-ship]

guess what arrived today

[hanrinz]

also mourning for twenty sundays rin fic @naosaki

[celestialprincesse]

HIIIIIII!!

I was thinking reader whos always very emotional (basically a crybaby) and simon who hasnt cried since a LONG ASS time

Cuz im a very emotional person and im like crying at every chance i get and then i have a friend who hasnt cried since 5th grade pls hes an unfeeling fuck who says i could fill a tank with those tears he somehow reminds me of simon i cried like an hour ago and he just told me to stfu😭;-;

Hey baby!💕 Controversial opinion, but I lowkey think that Simon is a sucker for a good cry, he just doesn't often engage with things that make him overly emotional. I think he's definitely a little awkward about it, especially having spent much of his life in an environment where being overly emotional isn't always looked upon fondly, but he's not ashamed of it. If anything, I think he's almost proud? Like he's secure enough in himself to get a little weepy when he watches movies with dogs dying in them or when his partner tells him that they're pregnant. He's not like a big cryer by any means, no wailing sobs and snotty noses for him. He's definitely just the type to get teary, but he's not ashamed! Nuh uh!

When they hand him a pregnancy test, he freaks the fuck out at first, and his partner is already welling up, pregnancy hormones and just general lack of a dam to stop the waterworks leaving them pretty much perpetually emotional, be the tears from stress or joy or anger. They're pretty much always crying. Simon makes sure to buy a box of tissues every time he runs to the grocery store. He doesn't even realise he's crying until he sees the look of panic on their already flushed face, and he can't help but let out a little choked sob as they come and wrap him up in their arms, his hand resting inadvertently on the nonexistent swell of their tummy, where his child is growing. His baby. Their baby.

Obviously his partner is torn halfway between shitting themself and being utterly elated. They know that parenthood is a touchy subject for him given his past, and his current career, and they understand that having a baby is a terrifying thought for him. Simon has done happy tears, tears of grief and tears of anger. Tears of happiness though? Feeling so beyond content that he cries? That's a new milestone.

[sunny-speaks]

Break Him to Pieces (pt 2 of 'Pieces')

Characters: Harper (@campwillowpeak) x reader, mild mention of Friend from STNAF

Trigger Warnings: descriptive gore, violence, death, suicide (entails suicidal actions and thoughts)

A/N: im so sorry 😭😭😭😭 I cannot write murderder scenes very well, or just anger in general... ASHDKASJD hope i did not do Harper dirty :((

God, after some fucking time, Harper had finally found that bastard. His vision went red, memories of you dying in his arms flashing through his mind.

Months of sorrow turned apathy morphed into something… aggressive.

Harper peeked out from the alley and pieced a gag in his mouth, manic anger overtaking his features as he dragged the killer further in.

He held him by his throat, his untamed nails sinking into his throat as he let out a delirious chuckle, “Hi there. Do you remember me?”

The man struggled underneath him, trying to kick at Harper with his feet off the ground.

Harper’s eyes had dulled with the months of your passing and couldn’t remember what joy felt like anymore. Sorrow created apathy for him. “I’ll take that as a no.” Harper brought a knee to the guy’s crotch, some twisted part of him enjoying as he writhed in pain. “So that hurts? Good. Could never compare to having your loved ones die, could it now?” He slowly brought his knee down then harshly back up.

The man spasmed in pain, sending a sharp glare to Harper before Harper threw him on the ground, sat on his chest and punched him once. The guy let out a loud groan of pain, harshly interrupted by another punch from Harper, eyes twitching in anger, “No. You don’t get to relieve yourself of some pain.” He furiously threw another punch to the guy's face in which he stayed silent. A maniac grin made its way to his face. “Good.”

Harper scuttled around before finding a metal pipe without having to get up, leaving no chance for the man to escape. “Now, we can’t have you running,” HIs eyes widened in dull anger like a fire that had dimmed but not been smothered. “Can we now?” He raised the pole over his shoulder… and brought it down on the man's ankles. A loud crack resounded between the two of them, tears running down the strangers face, sobs barely making it through the cloth.

“Shut up.” Harper brought them down, right under his knees as the stranger wrangled another sob from his chest. “Shut up, shut up, shut up!” As he progressively got louder and louder, the intensity of the hits got stronger and stronger before he calmed himself. He got back on top of the stranger's chest and whispered in his ear, pissed beyond relief. “I would’ve been louder, but we wouldn’t want anyone finding your ugly ass corpse by the time I’m not done with you, hm?”

The stranger had barely managed to escape his gag before Harper had talked in his ear. He weakly managed to say something outside of the pain. “Fu-Fuck you and your bitch.”

Something inside Harper had snapped.

His fist hit. And something crunched.

The man let out a strangled cry of pain that was quickly muffled by Harper’s arm before another punch was dealt. 

And another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another.

Harper had been there for at least 10 minutes, furiously pounding his fist into the other guy’s fist until his teeth were down his throat, his nose was caved in, his eyes were closed and puffy. His whole face was covered in blood, slowly dripping down onto the floor, skin pale and gaunt.

When Harper’s hand hit the guy’s flesh and it made a skin crawling squelch, it shook him out of his rageful trance. His gritted teeth and frown immediately dissipated in turn for a trembling bottom lip and transparent grief-filled tears.

He let out conflicted sobs into his blood-covered hands.

He quickly doused the body in gasoline through his regret and dropped a lit match on the body before throwing his hood on and leaving the crime scene.

That night, Harper had clutched your sweater, trying to preserve what little memory of you was left as he curled himself into a fetal position, tears ruining your top.

And the worst part? He had slept better that night than he did all those nights you were gone.

-Some years later-

He let out a shaky sigh of resolve. He approached his Nonna’s grave.

After he killed that man, he couldn’t find it in himself to get his grandmother involved. He told her that he was going to be moving somewhere to deal with his grief.

She had seen that look in her grandson’s eyes and couldn’t bear to let him leave. She begged him to not leave, she told him that she loved him and always would, no matter how hard he pushed her away and that she could not, in good conscience, let him leave because of his self-destructive tendencies.

That day, they talked about a lot of things, about Harper’s grandad, about his pyromaniac tendencies, about you. But never about your killer.

And then she died.

And Harper could afford to live, he had his grandfather’s money to live off of. He had Uber to eat from. He had his Nonna’s house to live in.

But it was so lonely.

God, it was so empty in that house.

Everywhere was a reminder of everything he had lost.

Things got shitty real quick for Harper. He couldn’t see any reason in living anymore. He’d pushed away Friend, he’d lost both you and his Nonna, he had no one.

So he came up with plans. Lots of plans. Too many plans that would’ve broken your heart if you knew what they were.

But you weren’t here anymore, so you would never know.

He had thought about hanging himself, but research proved that it was an uncomfortable death if you regretted it.

You died with him, he didn’t want to die without you.

He had put down a bouquet of her favorite flowers. She said that she had always loved how comforting their smell was and that they were also her favorite color. She said that sometimes, they reminded her of Harper and that only made her love them even more.

And then he made his way over to your grave. He took the shovel and pulled away all the dirt surrounding your coffin and pried it open. He poured in the gasoline, a silent apology for desecrating you with gasoline. 

He laid in the uncomfortable oil, his hand making its way to yours. He could feel the discomfort of your coffin, god, how uncomfortable you must’ve been…

He took out a syringe of a strong sedative that he had paid a shit ton for. It better have knocked him out while he died or he’d be in a bunch of pain…

He took out his match box and struck the match. It lit.

And your grave burst into flames.

[fluffenough]

Furbbs appreciation post: for a friend who left the fandom and changed my life (please read)

thank you for all the love on the recent photos of chiffon and latte ;w; if you see this i just want you to know im holding all your tags and comments close to my heart and sobbing from joy

both were customized by my precious friend @furbbs in 2018... furbbs is long inactive in the furby space but did some of the most gorgeous, in depth and unique customs id ever seen.

i decided to make this post so i can remind people of the incredibly talented person i get to call my friend.

furbbs was one of the first (if not the first) i saw skin an 05 and boom.

they are safe, but i cant pretend i do not miss their presence in this space. i hope to keep their incredible work alive through my photography!

they had to leave due to health issues.

like this WIP they posted... i dont even know how they did this level of detail with dye! 2012s weren't very popular then, either. (Credit)

This sweetie of theirs, too! In general, they did things with dye I STILL cannot comprehend. They'd done custom plush and fursuits before, so I suppose that's how they were so intuitive!

This "confetti baby" custom dyed snowball by them is still unbelievable to me. Genuinely amazing. (Credit)

Latte originally had a custom "furbucks" apron they made. He has a "scent pouch" inside that smells like hazelnut and coffee made from candle melts. (Credit)

aurora was originally a dalmatian furb and was dyed to my liking to look like a cloudy sky. he has so much detail on his eyelids that can't be seen right now as they got stuck open in transit. (Credit)

they even custom made the hair tuft aurora has :") its several fur panels sewed together as dye wasnt working. my heart... (credit)

obligatory mention to my boyfriend (@tiedyefurb)'s custom furby, prince, also made by them. the level of detail is insane

they bought a lot of suspiciously cheap furbies for my boyfriend because he dreamed of owning an angel furby and one was included. the overall price was $12/furby.

the furbies were full of dead bugs, even under their eyelids and in their robot parts. they had dead bug poop in them, they were... really gross.

out of love and perseverance, despite having intense toy empathy and the process being upsetting, furbbs cleaned them all thoroughly. me and my bf have 5 furbies from the lot, 3 customized by them

when i got chiffon, my sun bleached crystal baby, customed by them they let me make so many changes and i made them start over and add little details so many times. i wish id known how special the experience was in the moment

i... cant express how much furbbs means to me and how much joy their craft brings. i think most people probably dont know of them and the thought made me sad. so i wanted to remind people of my precious friend.

if you knew furbbs, consider adding a comment or addition. if you didnt, consider giving their blog a look. maybe rb if you want!

if you read this far, thank you. i want people to remember furbbs time in our community.

(im not crying ur crying)

[badasgirlfriend]

Twisted Fantasy | A Bada Lee Wattpad Fanfic

pairings: bada lee x chen jiayi (fem oc)

genre: ex best friends (ex lovers) to lovers, enemies to lovers

a/n: here's a brief of chapter 8<3 read the rest of the chapter here (if the link doesn't work my user is hoezzwantme on wattpad)

'Are you familiar with the hitmaker known as Lucky? She's the mastermind behind some of the biggest hits from BTS and other HYBE groups. The truth is, no one knows her identity. Well, no one outside of a select few who have been fortunate enough to meet her or work alongside her. We know nothing about the female producer, save for one single detail: her age, which is alleged to be 27 years old. She supposedly revealed this information to the public, along with her birthplace of Daegu's Otgol Village, which was leaked by someone back in 2019. HYBE, meanwhile, remains guarded about her privacy. They've never shared any information regarding her, nor do they intend to in the future'

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck" this was really her, this was her Jia. All this time, she thought she'd moved away somewhere far. But she couldn't have been more wrong. Her emotions were torn between joy and sadness.

She found her Jia

Now it all made sense. She remembered when Jia told her that her name Jiayi, meant lucky one. She felt a chill run down her spine as that fact finally dawned on her. It was lucky indeed, for their paths to cross once more in such a way.

Bada starts laughing while a few tears stroll down her cheeks. She was proud of Jia for her accomplishments, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness and longing. She was happy for her, but wished she could have been there with her all along.

Wiping her tears away from her cheeks, Bada wanted to hear her songs, even though she didn't have that many. She didn't have a large collection, only 6 songs, but her numbers of listeners was huge.

As she scrolled to the most streamed song on Jia's page, Bada closed her eyes and let the melody wash over her.

Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe

All the hell you gave me?

'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you

'Til my dying day

Bada sank down onto the floor, her emotions taking over as she covered her mouth. She tried desperately to keep herself together, covering her mouth and restraining herself as best as she could. But the tears were already running down her cheeks, and she was crying again. She knew that this particular song was about her, about the night that had cost them their friendship, and every time she heard it, the memories came flooding back. The cover of the song was a dead giveaway

And I can go anywhere I want

Anywhere I want, just not home

And you can aim for my heart, go for blood

But you would still miss me in your bones

Bada could feel the hurt in Jia's voice, and it hurt her so much that it felt like a stab to her heart. The lyrics were like a razor to her soul, carving out deep wounds that she knew were self-inflicted. She knew that she had hurt Jia deeply, but now knowing how she somehow felt, it was like the whole world was crashing down around her. In that moment, everything that had happened came flooding back to her

"I'm sorry," the broken girl choked out the words between sobs, rocking back and forth. She was overcome with grief and regret, her whole body shaking with emotion "It's all my fault Im sorry"

You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

You turned into your worst fears

And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain

Crossing out the good years

And you're cursing my name, wishing I stayed

Look at how my tears ricochet

[stormyoceans]

I might have shed a tear or two (i full on sobbed)

SCREAMING SHAKING CRYING THROWING UP SPINNING COUNTERCLOCKWISE ON THE FLOOR BARKING BITING WAILING WEEPING HOWLING AT THE MOON THE WAY I'VE BEEN IN MEETINGS ALL DAY AND THIS IS THE FIRST THING I SEE WHEN I FINALLY CHECK MY PHONE IM DEAD IM DYING I'VE NEVER BEEN MORE ALIVE IM ASCENDING ONTO A HIGHER SPHERE OF HUMAN CONSCIOUSNESS IM EMOTIONALLY SPIRITUALLY AND METAPHYSICALLY ON A WHOLE DIFFERENT LEVEL OF EXISTENCE IM LOSING MY MIND MY SANITY MY GRASP ON REALITY IM RIDING THE HYPE TRAIN STRAIGHT TO BREAKDOWNVILLE IM ABOUT TO PARTAKE IN ACTS OF FEMALE HYSTERIA TO COPE

THE TENDERNESS THE PLAYFULNESS THE INTIMACY THE ADORATION THE JOY THE LOVE THERE IS LITERALLY NO SEQUENCE OF WORDS I COULD PUT TOGETHER TO DESCRIBE HOW INSANE THIS IS MAKING ME FEEL IM JUST SO DEEPLY FUCKED IN THE HEAD ABOUT IT THE ORDERLIES ARE ALREADY AT MY DOOR TRYING TO DRAG ME INTO A PADDED ROOM IF THIS WERE THE 19th CENTURY DOCTORS WOULD HAVE ME ON SOME HEROIN TONIC BY NOW

WHEN MY TIME COMES CARVE THIS PICTURE INTO MY SOUL AND PUT IT ON MY TOMBSTONE

[girlwithfish]

its so lonely when ur sobbing in complete silence bctheres other ppl in the house and i cant let anyone know im struggling i guess i could but im not close w my family pike that and maybe thats my fault it would just feel weird and only my dad is awake that would be so weird. but i feel so lonely just absolutely in misery like this and just trying to cry quietly. ive been crying so much this week. i guess its bc there hasnt been barely anything the past week to bring me joy so maybe i just need to sit w my misery and i have been it just fucking sucks. i think abt how unhappy ive been for such a long time and i dont really know why. i mean the past two ans a half years i guess i get why i was slowly dying the past year especially in that relationship. i just feel like ive wasted so many years nd i dont eben know how to be happy or where to start. im jjst trying to get by and ive been trying to get by for as long as i can remember. what is the answer ssris ???

[y3ppeo]

love of my life - jake x fem! reader

yess!!! i’m finally onto another oneshot! i think im going to post everyday tbh - i enjoy writing!! anyways, onto the fanfic 🧡 (this was requested by my friends in the shifting !? server, so yw)

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you really hated everything. you hated procrastinating, you hated ripping out your hair in anger, you hated crying and feeling vulnerable, you hated tearing your work out of impulse. you didn’t get how jake could tolerate you. you were starting to think he hated you, which made you start to hate him too. but you loved him more than anything. you knew you were having your irrational thinking times again - so you tried to subside it.

your anger got so bad today. you tore your homework. “why is it always me? why is it so hard!? it’s not in a different language y/n, so stop acting so dumb!” you shouted , loud enough for your whole house to hear. your tears starting flowing like a waterfall. first subtly dripping on to the dismembered pages, into turning into a faucet running for hours. you started to throw your things everywhere, stressing about how you weren’t going to pass your exams, stressing if jake would dump you.

“y/n!” jake suddenly opened your bedroom door, across from his room rushing to you as if you were dying. “what,” you sniffled. “jake if you’re just gonna break up with me, stop playing with my feelings and acting like you care.” you broke down in a sob. he hugged you tightly and sat you on your bed. “y/n, calm down. breathe with me, okay?” he quietly asked and you nodded. “breathe in, hold, breathe out,”

you followed his instructions for the next few minutes. once you had visibly calmed down, he pulled you into a hug. “y/nnie, you know i would never break up with you, right? you’re the love of my life. i’m gonna be with you forever - my love.” he kissed your jaw and you started tearing up of joy. “i love you too, jake.”

after jake had helped you clean your room, requested for a new page of homework for you and made you something to eat, you sat in his bed for hours (what felt like minutes) hugging eachother in silence. he was the love of your life. he was jake.

[thenextoscarwilde]

moments of utmost joy/love for my boyfriend in our relationship:

- our first ever actual conversation, it lasted well over 12 hours and the first time my brain had felt actively engaged with another human being

- the first time we met in person, 3 months after we met online, and god, im still embarrassed about how red i was the entire time, but when i hugged him i felt so safe

- when he came out to me as trans, he was so beautifully determined but so scared underneath it all, and above all of that, so very sure.

- our first kiss, which we had been leading up to for hours, both of us too nervous to do anything but stand there and smile giddily at each other (the kiss itself was perfection)

- the first time he made me truly belly laugh, god i can’t even remember what he had said but i just realised how badly i had fallen for him - he still makes me laugh to this day, he’s one of the funniest people i’ve met

- i opened up to him about my struggling mental health, my issues with my body and sense of self, as well as struggling with my, at the time, potential autism, he listened, he held me, and we worked it out from there

- when i saw him hold a baby. ugly crying does not explain the type of sobbing that i had going on, i just knew there and then that i wanted children with this man.

- when he bought me a teddy on our first date, he’s bought me many more since, but the little rascal has a soft spot in my heart

- he immediately got on amazingly with my mother, who is my entire world and more.

- when i ask ridiculous things of him in the face of my sensory issues, and he doesn’t bat an eyelid, and does them perfect to a T, and remembers for next time without prompting

- when a girl was hitting on him, he called me and started talking about his “wonderful amazing girlfriend” and letting me hear everything she was saying as to not break my trust

- all of the times we’ve pulled an all nighter, giggling and whispering over the phone about the most inane topics

- being known as a unit, not two separate people

- staying up late into the night, laying next to each other, talking about the state of the world, and history, and conspiracy theories of all things

- when we couldn’t be together for valentine’s day but he still got me a rose and recorded it’s progress as it withered away and died, before we could see each other (he’s really heavy handed and he was trying ti be so gentle with the dying rose, his hands were shaking with the effort of restraint, it’s the most endearing thing)

- the first time i saw him play his sport and he was so elated to see me, he was a natural, in his element

- when he chooses to show me his art, it’s gorgeous and elegant and i’m in awe every time, that he can produce such incredible things and that he trusts me enough to show me

[lost-in-sokovia]

Ik u said that unaliving auggie would drive edward to his breaking point but like how would the death of y/n affect him ?? (also i just wanna say u are so amazingly talented with writing and i love ur posts sm)

AHHHH HI PRECIOUS ANON THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! 🥹🤍

you bring up a really good point!

not quite sure if im ready to write this yet, but i can sure expand on it a little in my opinion :)

so if we’re in a situation where it’s just reader and eddie, edward would still go crazy but i think in a different way. i think he would spend a lot more time crying with more sadness and only slight anger. you were his absolute angel and the only thing that kept him going. i think he’d probably spend time trying to plan revenge for you as well as like, making things that you would’ve wanted to happen for gotham happen. he’d be a huge advocate for doing things “in your memory” but then he’d still go off and kill people (which definitely isn’t what you would’ve wanted). every time he kills someone he thinks of you and starts to cry and is like “this is for my partner” and he’ll always sob and ask that you forgive him after the person is dead. i think a lot of depression is the result of you dying, i don’t quite think he would have the emotionally capacity for a lot of anger.

let’s talk about reader dying after august, however. both of you are completely broken after auggie’s death. he was your light and joy in the dark and gloominess of gotham. there was a lot of anger in eddie after auggie died, wanting to do far worse things to auggie’s killer than what the killer did to auggie. you’d spend a lot of time trying to keep edward in place because you couldn’t lose him for good next. if you were to die, words cannot express how absolute batshit psychopathically insane he would go. like it’s not even funny. killing people just to kill them. hacking into major sources and leaving messages of terror. he has lost everything that has ever mattered to him and doesn’t care what happens to him or gotham anymore. gotham would be in worse shambles than it already is. it’s not uncommon for his livestreams to be absolutely horrifying as he talks about what has happened to you and his son and how he promises he’s going to ruin everybody else’s lives just as they ruined his. he has lost ANY morals that he used to have. it’s not about a better gotham anymore, it’s about making people feel his pain. it’s not a good situation.

wow that was kinda heavy but like that’s how i personally think the difference would be in both situations if reader were to die😅 thank you so much anon for being a supporter of my work!🤍

[kithtaehyung]

So I'm back with my thoughts on ex not missed..

First of all I loved how it was set up, I fell in love with seokjin 474738 times

Now I'll paste here what I wrote while ow as reading cause I took quick notes

-i relate to the bad luck holy shit that's me

-i love Jin so much did I say it????? Also in his glasses????????

-he s so nice to help reader and not look I wanna cry

-he even cooked for reader and she's been just bitching at him

-mrs nameless I died and came back to life honestly

-i feel so bad for Jin being unlucky too

-he s so nice taking care of reader I'll cry into oblivion

-THE EGGPLANT EMOJI IM DYING

-"this guy is your boyfriend, remember, sweetheart?" I CHOKED HOLY SHIT

-ALSO I LOVE HOW DEMANDING HE IS.. DEMAND MY LIFE SEOKJIN PLEASE

-ILL CRY THEY WOULD BE AN HILARIOUS COUPLE IF READER WASN'T SO ???????

-the vase scarred Jin for life to the point of asking to not get hurt😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

-NIT YHE HORRIBLY CURLY FRONT😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

-can someone give the reader a joy.. she can't even say something that it just doesn't happen😭😭😭💀💀

-SHINGLES RETREAT IM LAUGHING IT'S 5 AM HELPPP

-THE JOKES IM DYING 💀💀💀

-im sorry I'm picturing Jin eating that gingerbread house icing and my heart melted

-reader screams Capricorn, and honestly I relate I feel so called out oof

-READER EMBRACE THE LOOOVE CMON

ALSO YES STARE AT HIS NECK VEINS -HOT (just Jin being hot)

-i'll be crying bc of his reaction to the breakfast brb

-OH HE ATE THE EGGS WITH THE SHELL FOR THE READER IM GONNA CRYYYYYYYY

-CRYING SOBBING FOR THE HOT SPRINGS OMFG HE'S SO CUTE I'M IN TEARS

-THIS IS A PERSONAL ATTACK IM SOBBING CAUSE THEY ARE CRYING TOGETHER

-READER GET YOUR SHITS TOGETHER AND KISS HIM

-JIN DONT GO

-THE SCARF IM SOBBING

-SHE GOT THE NAME RIGHT HOLY FUCK

-COME BACK HOME I'M IN TEARS AGAIN

-USE ME HOLY FUCK IM A NEW PERSON

I guess I stopped here cause I concentrated yup, I loved the fast forward, I was so afraid they would never meet again but the ending made me melt, actually overall it made me melt, Jin was such a sweetheart putting himself aside to cheer up reader.. I will never mentally recover from reading this one shot, I need some fluff to compensate my broken and pieced back together heart..😭

Thank you for the suggestion and for blessing my eyes with that one shot, I loved it so much

Awhhhh yay!! Lynn you read it and omg?? All the commentary is dang amazing😭💕 I fell in love with that Jin while writing it ahaha like no question he was just wanting to help this struggling stranger.. And yeah reader was on the abrasive side but turned out to be a big softie anyway LOL

So much happened! And it’s so funny because your notes suddenly turn into all caps LMAO like!! The turning point is obvious and I’m cryinggg😂 I’m also so happy that you pointed out the jokes because I WAS CACKLING OK💀 This Jin did not hold back on the humor and reader was nottt having it🤣 But then of course we get to the more serious stuff, and the climax of everything. It was a challenge to write because this was a rom com style, but I think I like how it ended up! Glad to know you enjoyed it, at least :D

They both deserve so much and I hope they are having the best times right now watching movies and drinking wine at resorts as a couple🥺 You’re so sweet for reading and letting me know what you liked!! Thank you so so much😭💕💕

[abigail-nicole]

tgcf liveread part 12

hey u know i love this book. i am trying to preserve the feeling of reading if for the first time. if you've never had that joy then go buy it

originally tweeted 4/3/2020:

book five, boss fight with Jun Wu continue:

cw tw cw tw abusive dad jun wu

This I Hurt You Because I Love You & I’m Teaching You makes this boss fight 800x more emotionally charged and horrifying

even the phrase “to discipline him” in this passage is Fucked!!!! Up!!!!! but i’m literally yelling for hua cheng in my empty house

So many things about this passage:

interesting because How Much Spiritual Power Does Hua Cheng Have? From a narrative standpoint, functionally limitless. Perhaps being a ghost king he doesn’t use it the same way Xie Lian does, because otherwise why couldn’t he just take down Jun Wu himself?

Second NOT A CRITICISM I LOVE AN OP DEMON GHOST KING and clearly them working together is what’s making the fight work. It has to be the combo of jun wu seeing xie lian as his son + hua cheng’s power able to exploit that weakness

Thirdly FINALLY THE SHACKLES ARE OFF!!!! THIS IS THE LITERAL GUN IN THE SECOND ACT WHICH HAS, JUST NOW, THREE HUNDRED CHAPTERS LATER, GONE OFF

Fourth activate Ghost King SPIRITUAL POWER GIVING KISS!!!! *magical girl pose*

I don’t wanna see this in donghua form because i dont want them to censor any kisses & i cant imagine the story without them

How does this fight hit EVERY SINGLE ANIME FIGHT TROPE AND THE EMOTIONAL BEATS ASSOCIATED WITH THEM????? It’s the anime fight to end all fights

“There is no banquet in this world that doesn’t come to an end”

SOMEONE GET ME EPI BECAUSE IM IN ASYSTOLE

I BETTER BRUSH UP ON ACLS BECAUSE I NEED TO CODE _MYSELF_ AFTER THIS PASSAGE

I SAID I DIDNT WANT TO DIE FROM COVID BEFORE FINISHING THIS BOOK, NOT KNOWING THIS BOOK WOULD _KILL ME_

Butterfly reprise

Ugly crying in hualian

Everyone incl Ling Wen very matter-of-factly Team Hualian

This passage is incredibly wistful, poignant, bittersweet. Taicang maple forest reprise

oh my god oh my god this passage is so good I'm dying

Remember in twilight new moon when bella falls into a depressive fugue for months well THAT SONG IS PLAYING IN MY HEAD

POSSIBILITY - LYKKE LI

this chapter is SLAUGHTERING ME i need the manhua to catch up bc i need heavenly lantern hualian art to go with this

This chapter is like THE TWELVE STATIONS OF THE CROSS IM NOT JOKING

my HEART IS A TINY HUMMINGBIRD IN MY CHEST

*sobbing in hualian*

GODDAMN IT I BETTER GET A WEDDING SCENE

How My Lord Aches For The Flower; How I Ache For My Lord is an incredible chapter (243). Someone please enlighten me on which piece of poetry this comes from if you know

oh my god the softest husbands

this is everything I wanted or could possibly want from a book. the bible wishes it had this range and romance. thank you for coming, I love you all, I love mxtx and hualian, goodnight

天官赐福百无禁忌

[too-many-fandoms-to-explore]

I just finished Into The Dying Light (finally), and if I had to sum up the book in two words, they would be....

ANTON'S CARROTS

[tojisun]

Omg can I just say…I was ready to go all “before he cheats” by Carrie Underwood on Toji…keying my initials on his car and slashing his tires and shit…but then you added that gojo bit in the end and did all those drabbles and I was like 👀 ok toji nice knowing u bye bye go away.

Like I LOVE how you write gojo. He reminds me of Howl from Howl’s Moving Castle but like…the original book version where he’s 67% more chaotic and an idiot?? In the best way possible? The part where he’s pitching a fit outside the diner reminds me of this scene in the book where he’s like “IM DYING OF NEGLECT UP HERE”

OH MY GOD YOU ARE RIGHT! SATORU DOES GIVE ME HOWL VIBES!!! (and viktor vibes a bit tbh)

i showed this ask to my friend (my proofreader) and she said, “does toji even have a car to slash?” PLEASE THAT WAS STRAIGHT UP MURDER 

ok but back to satoru, i just imagine him as the perfect blend of youth and maturity? like he looks like the type of person who wears his heart on his sleeves, but it appears like that because he does not know how to deal with people which makes him appear to be ingenuous. 

you’re the single anomaly in his life. like when he met you, he began feeling more. of course shoko and suguru (especially suguru) have opened up so much of the world to him but, well, with you he learns what it is to fall in love.

and he falls in love hard, alright.

at first he was scared and confused and in denial of his feelings, and then later he began wanting more.

he wants to spend more time with you even if it’s not in a romantic way. it’s like there is something missing in him when he is not with you. and he has so much fun with you.

you’re the only civilian he’s ever been around and he thought being with you was going to be boring, but he’s just having so much fun. in the jujutsu world, he is a god. but with you, he is just a human; just satoru. and he loves it. he loves you.

sometimes when he’s with you, he just wants to confess his love but he does not want to chase you away. not when he knows that you’re still wary of being in a relationship after toji. so he stays close and helps you in the way he knows: by being himself.

when you finally tell him that you are in love with him, he literally collapses on the ground in joy.

“oh my god, toru what the fuck—are you okay?” you exclaim, shooting forward to catch him. 

he just sobs in response, crying out his own confession while pressing you to him. you laugh, loud and long and in love.

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[how we break masterlist]

[beomglocks]

die4u ; k.th

summary : "let me see my halo, even though it's painful i'm prepared to lose"

pairing : angel!taehyun x human!reader

warnings & other : angst asf, pastlove!taehyun, unrequited love, inspired by bmth song die4u lol, mention of panic attack, mention of depression, mention of death

w/c : 1k+

you've tried to ignore the persistent ringing of your doorbell however you can only drown out so many rings. "fine fine im coming!" you yell at the door across the room. "its 2am this better be fucking worth it or i swear to everyth-"

when you swing the door open abruptly you're not expecting to see taehyun, your ex. of all people to come back why did it have to be the one who brought you the most joy yet the most pain? "tae- taehyun? w-what are you doing here i- i-" the memories start rushing back to you at full force. although you'd been with other people prior, no one loved you the way taehyun did. he was an angel after all, love in its purest form ran through his blood. he made you feel the way no one could and you both once laughed at the thought of you dying and being with him forever in heaven.

however, as with everything, not all that glitters is gold and taehyun's pristine angel wings were no exception. you should've known it wasn't possible for a human and an angel to be together, it was unheard of. not too far into the relationship, the saints had come down and condemned the relationship, saying things like you were tainting an angel with worldly desires.

you cried, fought, went days without sleeping to fight for your relationship but at the end of the day it was taehyun, of all people, that had ended it. "they're right, it isn't going to work.... we should stop while we can.." just like that he gave up on everything, on you. he left, vanished, without a trace. no note, no goodbye, nothing. you figured he went back to heaven, completely forgetting his experience with you on earth. it has been months and you thought you were finally getting over him but here he is like nothing happened. like he didn't tear your heart out and smash it onto the ground, repeatedly stomping on it.

the room starts spinning, you feel. this isn't good. taehyun notices your weariness and steps into your apartment to calm you down and help you. "no! don't touch me! g-get out!" you hold back a sob, causing your voice to sound forced. "y/n.." taehyun starts.

you want to scream, to hit him even. it was so easy for him to walk away all those months ago so why isn't he leaving now. "fucking coward," you mumble quietly in between breaths, not sure if you're talking about him or yourself in this moment. you manage to move yourself to your couch and taehyun follows you like a lost puppy. you hate that when you look up at him his halo is glowing, a burning reminder that he's not like you. not human.

you think it's jarring. only loved ones can see an angels halo so that fact that you can still see taehyun's makes you want to throw up.

he still loves you.

"i came back to apologize," taehyun speaks slowly as if any singular word he utters will throw you into a panic attack. you shake your head, "i don't want your apologies, you're not even supposed to be around me tae..hyun...taehyun," you cough awkwardly at how you hesitated to use his nickname. taehyun notices and sighs, hurt that you're being so cold to him however he understands.

"i did what i had to y/n," he reasons. "me leaving was better than you being taken from me... atleast then i knew you were still here," he mumbled to himself. you stand up and step closer to him after regaining yourself. "you did what you had to?" you scoff at his audacity. "i was an absolute wreck without you!"

oh he knows. there wasn't a day up in heaven where taehyun wasn't secretly watching over you. he saw the depressive episodes, the crying, the sitting in the dark, the not eating for hours until you couldn't take it anymore, he saw it all and it physically pained him despite being in a literal other dimension.

"that's why im here right now!" he yells back at you, not meaning to raise his usually tame voice at you. he sighs, "i know it's been months but god....do you know how fucking hard it is to reach someone you're not supposed to reach?" you stare at him wide eyed at his word choices.

using his name in vain and swearing in the same sentence? surely the saints wouldn't approve of taehyun's behavior and would have him reformed in a heartbeat if they heard this. "taehyun..." you're scared of the unknown. why is he here right now, what is about to happen?

"y/n...even though we're not supposed to be together because the heavens said so im willing to go through hell itself to be with you, angel, human, demon, whatever being," he admits.

you purse your lips together. if someone found out that he was here surely the consequences would be grave for not only him but you.

"prove it," you decide to go with. "you came all this way, so make it worth it."

without warning, suddenly taehyun grasps his halo. the action burns his hands however he does not let go. the only way to describe the feeling is like when you burn yourself on the stove and your mind knows to instinctively retract your hand. however this time, he does not instinctively move his hands. "oh my god what are you doing?!" you step closer to him but he moves away.

"i- i told you," he strains to say. he pulls at his halo which is slowly departing from the top of his head. you stand there in shock at what's happening. you didn't know angels could forcefully remove their own halos, you weren't even sure if they could be put back on. you didn't know how angels worked at all to be honest.

"stop it!" you yell. you don't know what to do. do you yank his hands away from his halo? will it burn you like it's burning him? you anxiously watch as tears start to fall from taehyun's eyes against his will. "whatever being," he mutters.

with one final tug, the halo is removed. taehyun gasps for air and the life practically drains from his face. "taehyun?!" he drops to the floor as you run towards him. he feels like he just got hit on his head or as if he stood up too quickly after not eating.

“i-i told you whatever being,” he smiles through the pain his entire body is going through. the palms of his hands are scorched and you hesitate to hold them in fear of inflicting more pain. “what the fuck?” you sob into his shoulder. he’s sweaty but you don’t care.

your mind can’t comprehend the fact that taehyun is no longer an angel. sure, this doesn’t change much, however the fact that he’s willing to be kicked out of heaven to be with you is enough to convince you. any minute now and the saints will surely come down to see why they’re suddenly missing an angel. it scares you.

“you’re fucking crazy kang taehyun,” you sniffle, wiping away your tears. he manages to pull on a smirk through his hazy facial expression. his natural glow is no longer there, slowly dimming out. he looks normal like another boring, dull human being.

“i’d die for you y/n, just know that.”