#THE LASHES AH

[braverytattoos]

my favourite thing about chop suey is his eyelashes

[baeglbites]

RAHHHH procrastinating time

Mashup of curse/angel/deity!Gojo

[starheirxero]

I think Lunara would become worse if someone ever told them that they are the only known Lunar variant to be broken and reset over and over again until they hit their breaking point. I think it'd piss them off so bad like genuinely

[sea-of-solitude]

[padfootastic]

Day 30 - Trust

written for @prongsfoot-microfic (angst!!!! reader beware!!! lil bit o’ death going on!!!)

“I trusted you.”

Remus’ heart breaks right in half at the past tense.

Trusted.

Such a small difference, but oh, how it changes things. How it changes everything.

“James—“

“No.”

“But—“

“Remus,” James’ voice is simmering with rage and it’s unlike anything Remus has even seen from him. Of them all, he’s the mildest, the most even-tempered, quickest to bounce back. He’s never been one to…stew in his anger but now that he has, Remus doesn’t know where to go from here. What to do.

“I. Trusted. You.” James’ enunciated every word with painful clarity, digging the knife in deeper with each turn. “I thought, if I wasn’t there, then at least you would be to take care of Sirius. If not for him, then for me.”

“I tried, God, I swear I tried, Prongs—“ Remus begs, hands clasped in front of him as if praying. (Not entirely far from the reality—James was their deity, was he not? The centre of their universe, the source of their absolution)

“Don’t you dare lie to me, Remus, you’re already on thin fucking ice.” One shaking finger rises to poke him on the chest. It doesn’t hurt, he can barely feel it through his jumper but it pushes him back nonetheless, almost stumbling into the corner chair behind him. “I know you didn’t try.”

“I did—“ He tries again, though he’s coming to realise it’s futile. For James Potter, there’s no bigger crime than abandoning Sirius. It’s why he has a grudge against the entire Black family and now Remus is on the same list, with the dubious distinction of taking top spot.

“Ask me how I know?”

He stay silent, knowing he wouldn’t like the answer. But this is James Potter they’re talking about. He never gives up.

“Ask me how I fucking know, Remus.” James’ voice reverberates around the entire room, the echoes of his shout ringing in Remus’ ears. The only sound cutting across the deafening silence is heavy panting. Until Remus breaks it.

“How do you know?” His voice, in sharp contrast, is small, timid.

“Because he wouldn’t be dead right now if you did.”

Remus’ neck almost snaps clean in half at how quickly he looked up, both from what James just said and the utterly broken tone in which he did.

“Dead—?” he whispered, unable to believe what he’s hearing. There’s no way Sirius is—No. Just. It’s not possible.

James doesn’t give any more information, doesn’t say anything for a few minutes where they’re both staring—Remus at James, and James into nothingness. He’s never seen such a look of abject despair on anyone’s face, let alone his best friend, and it makes him wonder. How will James ever recover from this? Will he even?

“Do you know, Remus,” James says then, a jagged, sharp smile growing on his lips. It’s humourless, it’s empty, it’s spine-chilling. “Coming from back from the dead after a dozen years to find out your Sirius is locked up and dying, and then to see him take his last breath in front of you? I wouldn’t wish it upon my worst enemy.”

Remus gulps, because he can sense this isn’t the end, there’s more to come and when it does—that’s it. It’ll sever any ties they might’ve had between them at some point, will cut them off entirely.

“But you.” James finally looks at Remus. His eyes are red rimmed but hard as ice, lips twisted into an ugly sneer. “I wish you’d feel even a fraction of what I’m feeling right now. Maybe you’d realise what you did then.”

[opossumface]

i’m being slandered by an artist on here who i commissioned in feb, who dropped my commission over an innocuous comment (“i also wanted to say if you lose interest in this commission or don't want to draw it, that's totally okay too! hope you're doing well”) and is now blasting me on their blog — including really nasty tags on their post that try to paint me as an ableist (which is rough, given my own medical problems as a disabled person).

it’s really disheartening and i’m sad this is my first experience with this particular community, and i’m considering sharing our entire DM convo (minus their username, i do NOT want anyone messaging them) so anyone who comes from their blog can get my side. i think more than anything i’m just hurt that my genuine attempts at being understanding were so woefully and maliciously interpreted. and it’s in such a silly community too. what a bummer of a friday. i even overpaid on my commission (their post initially asked for $15, i paypal’d $25) and told them to keep the money, as it’d probably just end up causing more stress. but like, damn, i could’ve been using that for bills!

[thetarttfuldickhead]

🎶jamie tartt🎶

🌹doo 🌹doo 🌹doo 🌹doo 🌹doo 🌹doo

Ooooh, JJ, love this. You are a star! And at first I was like… but I haven’t written anything much in a bit, I’ll have nothing to share!!! and then I had a wee look and ended up struggling to choose from several tiny nuggets, so that was rather lovely, actually. Thank you, dear one! Have some few paragraphs from a presumptive one-shot vaguely entitled “TL Jamie snaps mildly”.

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And it’s just a shitty day, all right, so when Dani gives him a companionable pat on the shoulder and spouts some shit about that was a nice goal, amigo Jamie shrugs his hand off and snarls, “Well, it doesn’t matter does it, when I’m the only one capable of scoring. What’s the point of passing the ball if none of you will get in the fucking net?”

His dad’s words, spilling over his lips in poisonous waves, and Jamie fucking hates that, but it’s all true, isn’t it, and he hates that too. (It isn’t all true. Not even close; they’ve been playing well lately, all of them, Sam especially, and Nate’s tactics and Roy’s familiarity with the game are working wonders.)

The dressing room has gone quiet, all eyes turned to him.

“Bruv,” Isaac says, voice reproachful and Captain-y and fuck this shit, seriously.

“Whatever,” Jamie says, and he grabs his bag and walks out without another word or another glance and with Roy’s eyes burning in the back of his head and he’s already halfway home when his angry frustration fades enough for the sinking realisation of how badly he’s fucked up hits.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

[brutlist]

jacob heugh and the halo effect............................

[unproduciblesmackdown]

truly something that, amidst facing / going through a dramatic Life Change ft. unavoidable emotional effects of that, there are instances where i can't conceal any & all degrees of being distressed / upset, & repeatedly getting "it's hard for me too" as a Direct Response to that: really something & a half how the asserted theoretical Sympathy of [i feel similarly!] is invoked so as to, oh you know, preclude sympathetic Treatment. such as that what would be More sympathetic in these instances would be to say Nothing, "if there's nothing but dismissal / making it first & foremost about someone else's feelings to say, don't say it at all" style

[corset]

My aunt fucking ruined everything I was going to be FINE and then right after I explicitly told her to leave me alone today because I need space because I am extremely sensitive and physically suffering/in a lot of pain, right after I signaled very obviously that I just need a little bit of patience, she chooses THIS MORNING of all mornings to snap at me about hurrying up in the most smug and fucking aggressive tone of voice she has! The exact one she has used on me for years when I’m in trouble and she wants to talk down at me about it! And now I can’t go to work because she couldn’t wait two fucking seconds and give me a little more patience today INSTEAD OF LESS after I explicitly asked for it and I had a meltdown!!!!!!!!!! Is two fucking minutes on the clock more important to you than me!!!! Is it that important!!!!!! I’m so fucking angry I could scream

[captainderyn]

ALSO 22. in a rush of adrenaline for Emeldir/Risha 👀

WHOO Thank you for this one! I am so sorry it took me so long to answer ;--;

They really...really have a complicated relationship at the start. And they really, really have a lotta shit they need to work through. So here's them being not so nice towards each other...*sigh* they're stupid.

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They'd cut it far too close this time.

The Phoenix zipped into hyperspace as it cleared the planet's atmosphere, the hull rattling around them as it picked up speed.

Risha could hear the fussing of sensors coming from deeper within the ship, even as her raging heartbeat threatened to drown it out entirely.

Way too close.

Emeldir was still fetched up against the wall of the airlock where he'd landed after they'd flung themselves inside. He pressed his head back against the metal, mouth moving in a series of what she could only assume were breathless, silent curses.

From the way his chest heaved, it was no surprise any words he spoke were silent.

Her own breath came in short ragged gasps and she swiped away the beading sweat on her forehead with a sharp motion as a sharp spark of anger that flared in her blood. She swore her veins were boiling, even as it reared out of nothing.

"What the hell were you thinking?" She burst out, stalking over towards Emeldir. The young captain jerked to a fully standing position so fast he almost slammed his head into one of the protruding metal struts set into the wall. His eyes blew wide and she knew that startled deer-in-headlights look.

Sometimes it endeared her. Right now it just infuriated her.

"What did I do?" he pushed a hand through his sweaty hair, eyes darting around to everything except her as if the walls and the floors would hold the answers to her ire.

She didn't even have the answers.

He continued, "How was I supposed to know they set off a detonation device for the whole damn sector?"

She jabbed a finger into his chest, glowering up at him, "Exactly, you don't know. You're too young and too inexperienced to be captaining this ship, you're going to get us killed!"

It wasn't fair, not really, he'd proven himself time and time again since getting this ship back that he was capable and he was only a year younger than she was. No one could've known about the hidden trap rigged beneath the sector; she certainly hadn't.

If anyone needed to know better, it was her. And there was nothing she hated more than that oily, tingly feeling of something almost going horribly wrong. Like the pins and needles right after you almost get into a speeder accident.

Control, she needed to rein it back in.

Emeldir was still gaping at her, brows drawing low over his eyes. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but she burst out before he had the chance.

"You like to think your hot shit because you get to ride on the coattails of Captain Rielay Taqq, but you're nothing without her to go crying back to, you know that? I don't know what bullshit confidence she put into you, but it's going to fuck all of us!"

She didn't know if she wanted him to back down or wanted him to fight back. She wasn't sure what she wanted other than the fact that the roiling, boiling something needed somewhere to go.

Any other time he would've looked like a sad, kicked puppy. But something sparked in him too, an uncharacteristic flintiness overtaking his expression.

"Knock it off, Risha." A growling edge to his words. Anger. She hadn't heard that kind of edge before.

She tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. A savage delight fanned the flames of her adrenaline, a thrill from her careless bluster finally being met, "Or what? You gonna go cry to mommy and daddy on Coruscant? Maybe get Rielay to come get you so you can play star ship captain another day?"

He stalked close enough that she had to tilt her head back to glare at him. He wasn't in her space, not like others she'd pissed off.

"I said quit." Though sharp as a knife, his words were quieter. They weren't snarling at each other across the airlock anymore. He'd brought their conversation in.

She was suddenly very, very, aware of the heat radiating off of him, the singed metal and synth leather smell of his jacket. The way a few sweat laden strands of his hair dropped in front of grey eyes that glared down at her. Hard as blaster metal.

Her heart stuttered a beat. She bared her teeth and repeated, drawing out every letter.

"Or what?"

Maybe if she riled him enough she'd finally snap that stupid, infuriating perfect little Golden Boy personality. Maybe if she chipped away enough she'd find the corroded, rotten core every smuggler seemed to hide under a pretty, gilded exterior.

Something in the quirk of his eyebrow, the way she immediately knew he wouldn't rise to the bait, snapped the tension in her.

She grabbed him by the front of his jacket, yanking him down to her. When their height difference closed enough one hand planted on the back of his neck, fingers curling into his grown-out hair, and crashed their lips together.

A muffled sound of surprise escaped him and he went entirely still.

Then control slipped from her fingers again as his hands found her jaw and slipped up, into her hair and tangling in her carefully done up-do. Pins clattered to the floor, pinging off the wall, and her hair half tumbled down around her shoulders.

It wasn't until her back bumped the wall of the airlock, Emeldir's weight firm against her, his warm all around her, that she realized one hand kept careful guard of the back of her head, keeping her from hitting the metal.

She gripped the front of his jacket harder, chasing the kiss as he pulled back, their foreheads resting together as they shared ragged, sharp breaths.

When she blinked her eyes open, his were searching her face from beneath the hair falling in front of his eyes.

"What do you want from me?" he panted.

Nothing.

Everything.

A reaction. A validation to everything she expected from him.

For him to be nothing like the others.

She shoved away whatever possessed her to kiss him, the intense desire to do it again. The gravitational pull that kept yanking her back into his orbit.

She ducked beneath his arm, refusing to look back at him. Whatever she would see there wasn't worth the trouble.

"For you to get your shit together and not get us killed." she snapped.

Hoping desperately that he wouldn't see the flush rising in her cheeks, or the way she couldn't quite catch her breath.

It didn't matter. He was a smuggler.

It would never work.

[myyvette]

manga lashes

[beastsovrevelation]

The Omen and AHS: Apocalypse prove one thing, if you're raising the Antichrist, hire satanist nannies.

[lindszeppelin]

it's so inconvenient when most online retailers require a minimum of like $35 before you're entitled to free shipping, because my impulsive ass will just throw a bunch of makeup in my cart along with the one item i actually needed lol

[true-bean]

I’ll kin a character except for one trait then something will happen and I’ll find out that I kin the character in their entirety

[penguin251159]

Thank you for tagging me @elliecreed!

I once again took way too long doing this cause i was thinking TOO much! And somehow, I thought this would be easier than the movie tag? Ha! No! Worse! Lmao...and then I had to redo it cause I had Jack Black yelling in my head over forgetting Led Zeppelin 🤣

Anyways, I tag @7nessasaryevils and @rikotin if either of you feel like tormenting yourself over music like I did lol...and anyone else who sees this and feels like it!