#WILD WILD WILD

[completeoveranalysis]

[2]

OH! OK I didn’t see that coming! So when Mokona says that the big and little Sakuras have MERGED TOGETHER, she means that the Original Child “Sakura” that has been frozen in time since the moment she was cursed has now fused with the empty soulless body of her clone, the Sakura copy we’ve been following since Chapter 1?

So, “Not Sakura” and “Empty Body” Sakura are now one person?

WILD. 

I want to ask “But what does that mean?” but Kurogane has already beaten me to it and even Fai doesn’t know the answer.

YOU KNOW THE MAGIC IS COMPLETELY UNHINGED WHEN EVEN FAI DOESN’T KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENING. 

[anxiousgirl]

I cannot believe I was sooo “in love” with a dude who virtually didn’t know himself, didn’t possess a single drop of emotional intelligence, didn’t care to empathize??? DIDNT LOVE ANIMALS? godddddddd, wild waste of my energy

[divinebunnii]

we met 10 years ago today

10 years of knowing you, 8 years of being yours and you being mine

to a lifetime more

[avesblues2]

To any conservative who still supports police, they aren't your friends, they don't care about you, the "good ones" either get fired or leave... they follow orders and obey those who could care less about you. They think they are above the law but will come after you, even when you haven't broken a law. And to leftists who don't support gun rights, why would you want the institutions you claim to hate and say oppress you, to be the only ones with weapons?

[unhinged-nymph]

Gotta say seeing not only rhett and link in person but also some of yall is literally frying my brain

Like what do you mean all these pixels in my phone equate to real human beings ???

[smoshidiot]

happy halloween everyone i just found out that a family member of mine worked on ghostmates?? i'm freaking tf out

[twinklyylights]

Proud (Outro). - Twinklylights - Shameless (US) [Archive of Our Own] 12/13

He’s ready to continue being a husband. To continue loving Ian like it’s what he was put on earth to do.

He’s ready to wake up every day and know that he and Ian have made it. That all the things they’ve been through have been worth it.

He’s ready for year two and all the years that’ll come after that.

All the time they’ve got to spend, falling more in love with each other.

He’s ready for all of it.

Or, the month by month, high and low-lights of Mickey’s second year as a husband.

Chapter 12:

It’s not the most comprehensive explanation, but Ian doesn’t need it to be.

He knows Mickey.

“What did he do?” Ian asks, his tone now shifted from soft to stern.

“Calm down tough guy,” Mickey soothes him. “They’re throwing some party in Terry’s fucking honor tonight. He thought I’d wanna be there for whatever fucking reason.”

That gives Ian’s a blurry picture of the earlier events, but it doesn’t answer all of his questions.

He’ll get those when Mickey’s home and safely in his arms.

“How are you the only person in your family with a fucking brain?” He asks bitterly.

“I could ask you the same thing, man.”

That makes them both laugh, before Mickey goes back to being serious.

“Realized something,” he starts

Or, start from Chapter 1 here! :)

[fahbee]

I’ve seen some unbelievably wild takes about the finale including accusations of queerbaiting (!!!) and that’s just on Twitter, I haven’t waded into tumblr yet. Laughing at this top tier clown shit is gonna be my bedtime reading tonight.

[starbuck]

sometimes you’re so stressed you feel like you’re going to die and you feel like you can’t do anything right and are a complete fraud collapsing under the weight of everything you have to accomplish and then all of a sudden you come up with a cheap, easy, and innovative solution to a complex problem which can be implemented immediately and go “oh yeah, i AM a capable person, actually.”

[mythicalthing]

All the horses I've gone and seen so far :o

[random-xpressions]

I don't even count it as a complete sexual session if the two of you for a while doesn't forget the world around - let the kids wake up, let the neighbors be alarmed - by the sheer sound of your wild shrieks and moans, or by the sound of your cracking bed and the intensity with which they shake or even break. Like two desperate hungry beasts that's taken an oath and is hell bent upon devouring the other!

Random Xpressions

[furbyhater]

being fully aware of how your insides are shifting is the weirdest feeling everrrrrr I can’t lay on either side without feeling everything move 😬

[inkshadow]

i don’t like the fact that this blog is already a year old, i’m AGING 😭😭

[aurazoo]

love playing with gender!! love to be a Girl! and a Boy* or somethin!

[minkyutie]

only 32???? away from my next milestone???? omg how?? did that go so fast????¿¿ aftnyejtqnwtj

[thestuffedalligator]

“Are you the witch who turned eleven princes into swans?”

The old woman stared at the figure on the front step of her cottage and considered her options. It was the kind of question usually backed up by a mob with meaningful torches, and the kind of question she tried to avoid.

Coming from a single dusty, tired housewife, it should’ve held no terrors.

“You a cop?”

The housewife twisted the hem of her apron. “No,” she muttered. “I’m a swan.”

A raven croaked somewhere in the woods. Wind whispered in the autumn leaves.

Then: “I think I can guess,” the old woman said slowly. “Husband stole your swan skin and forced you to marry him?”

A nod.

“And you can’t turn back into a swan until you find your skin again.”

A nod.

“But I reckon he’s hidden it, or burned it, or keeps it locked up so you can’t touch it.”

A tiny, miserable nod.

“And then you hear that old Granny Rothbart who lives out in the woods is really a batty old witch whose father taught her how to turn princes into swans,” the old woman sighed. “And you think, ‘Hey, stuff the old skin, I can just turn into a swan again this way.’

“But even if that was true – which I haven’t said if it is or if it isn’t – I’d say that I can only do it to make people miserable. I’m an awful person. I can’t do it out of the goodness of my heart. I have no goodness. I can’t use magic to make you feel better. I only wish I could.”

Another pause. “If I was a witch,” she added.

The housewife chewed the inside of her cheek. Then she drew herself up and, for the first time, looked the old woman in the eyes.

“Can you do it to make my husband miserable?”

The old woman considered her options. Then she pulled the wand out from the umbrella stand by the door. It was long, and silver, and a tiny glass swan with open wings stood perched on the tip.

“I can work with that,” said the witch.