#a little tipsy writing this

[that-mysterious-table]

Ok but like, what if totk does the same “dying scene” they did in botw but with the roles reversed? Like Link shows up too late or Zelda sacrifices herself and temporarily “dies”? We watch him gather her in his arms and you can see the exact same words zelda said in botw in his eyes. He realizes how limp she is, tucks her head under his chin and the erhu version of Zelda’s lullaby we’ve been hearing in all the trailers starts to play as it hits him. She’s gone. He’s failed. Not just as the hero, but as a knight. As a partner. As a friend. His eyes widen. His shoulders start to heave and you realize this guy, who’s been calm and stoic for the whole series, is panicking. He knows he needs to move; to make a new plan now that Zelda is no longer there to help save hyrule. But he can’t. He cradles her and stares off into the distance because he can’t see his future anymore. In that moment, a safe world doesn’t mean anything if it’s without her, hyrule be damned. He’s alone in the one way he prayed he’d never experience again. He squeezes his eyes shut as tears begin to stream down his face and he mourns.

[devotioncrater]

the levels of repression in both house and wilson…yet they are opposite of one another. house routinely makes gay innuendos (whether sexual and/or romantic) towards wilson, yet wilson doesn’t take him serious at all.

and this constant rejection from wilson is both a buoy as well as a giant wall. house pushes their relationship time and time again. wilson refuses to let the nature of it change. house brings up a romantic getaway, wilson shoots him down. house sabotages wilson moving out, wilson doesn’t stay. house allows himself to be The Other Woman regardless of how bonnie or wilson’s other ex-wives feel. in a way, it boosts his ego and makes him feel special. he is allowed to have wilson in this way.

amber is an extension of house; she is house in a woman’s body. house can accept it because he has expressed before that if wilson were a woman, they would’ve been married already. so why can’t the same be true for wilson? let him find a woman version of house. house loves wilson so much that he goes into a risky surgery to try and save amber. this is his Place simply because wilson and him cannot escape the confines of compulsive heterosexuality.

and it is compulsive. wilson never feels good enough or secure enough in a relationship outside of his and house’s. he cheats, he lies, he manipulates. all because at his core, wilson’s insecurities render him into a selfish person. he has affairs and he prioritizes house over his wives, because he doesn’t feel like his own wants/needs are met by his wives. or that they should/deserve to be met. he doesn’t know how to communicate them!! he maybe even feels guilty for having them. because even to house, he communicates these desires in metaphors or pranks or whatever other indirect way he sees fit. but the difference between house and his wives is that wilson has no tangible, legal sense of obligation to house. if house doesn’t meet his expressed needs, fuck him!! they don’t owe anything to each other!! the rejection will sting less.

wilson chases women on such a compulsive level that it’s nearly a reaction to whatever house has done. it’s affair after affair. wilson moves in with his patient during the time house is on a ketamine treatment. house, his patient who seemingly no longer needs vicodin. no longer needs him. if wilson is no longer needed, he parasites to the next host. why? because he doesn’t know who he is on his own. why? because he has trouble expressing his own core needs as a person. and as a result, these core (repressed) needs seep out sideways.

so why threaten this sense of safety he gets with keeping house at a platonic level? if they were to entangle into a relationship, wilson would be wrapped under an Obligation Gauze. there is a fear he’d lose house because, historically, all of his relationships end in loss. because, historically, he cannot express his needs to his partners due to his fear of rejection.

and then wilson becomes terminal. and then death becomes bigger than an anxious fear of loss/rejection.

“i need you to tell me that you love me.”

wilson, my brother in christ. house cannot say those words to you because for all the years you’ve known him, you’ve denied him it. the only way house can tell you that he loves you is by burning his home down and faking his death. he is nothing without you. you know it as well as he does. these things remain unspoken because that is the way you’ve molded the relationship to be.

wilson has house on a leash. house runs as far out as possible until the leash yanks him back. when wilson finally trusts house enough to let him go off-leash, house is too conditioned to act as expected.

and this conditioning in house is not just wilson’s doing. it’s primarily house’s own doing. his own self-loathing chains him to wilson’s side. as an addict, yes, but also as a support system. house hates himself so viscerally that it affects every interpersonal relationship he has, including with wilson. but wilson never, ever leaves no matter how bad it gets.

also. who else other than wilson gives him a sense of bodily autonomy? not stacy, not cuddy, not his fellows. wilson doesn’t pity him. wilson enables him. wilson lies for him. house will selfishly keep wilson forever because wilson is all he reliably has.

so house can push and prod wilson into gay romantic/sexual innuendos, but when wilson yanks that leash, he’ll drop it. it’s a buoy for reality checking where he is with wilson. it’s a giant wall for enabling his self-hatred thought process that even his boy best friend has limitations to his love for him (or at least what is acceptable). addict line of thinking.

they both eat each other up like an ouroboros. where does wilson’s repression end and house’s begin?

[theteapotofdoom]

You know, last year during the first Dracula Daily event, everyone was so bewitched by the discovery of The True Dracula Story and the revelation that almost every Dracula movie adaptation is Incorrect™️, that everyone was very much Anti Count Dracula. It’s extremely valid of course since he is literally the monstrous antagonist of the story haunting our beloved polycule, and so many adaptations wrongfully portray him as a tragic hero …

BUT THAT BEING SAID I hope that the second Dracula Daily event allows people to take some distance with these feelings, and let them acknowledge that book Dracula is still one of the most iconic and hilarious character of all times.

No he is not a sexy tragic romantic hero, no he is not a misunderstood sad boy who only misses his girlfriend, and no he is not a sexy manic pixie dream boy who frees Mina from a puritan society.

But he is something also great. He is a whole ass creature. Disguised as an unhinged peepaw. Yes he hurts our protagonists, but also he is so fucking funny. Grandpa climbing the walls of his dramatic castle for no reason. Strange little creature desperately trying to act as a Normal Human Man. Most incompetent demonic creature of all times easily defeated by a bunch of bisexuals. This is is great tumblr blorbo material. Reject modernity (sexy romantic Dracula) and embrace tradition (unhinged cringe creature Dracula).

[sncrlynwtms]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Characters: Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Alex Claremont-Diaz, Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Loves Alex Claremont-Diaz, POV Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Alex Claremont-Diaz Loves Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, there is literally nothing sad about this one boys, its literally just pure cuteness, feel good fic, ps i was a bit tipsy writing this Summary:

Alex had come and changed everything.

He had made Henry feel loved, feel whole, his hands guiding Henry’s heart from whatever iron cage it had locked itself in.

He’d taken all of Henry’s shattered pieces and held them with care in his pockets until Henry was ready to fit them back into the puzzle of himself, keeping each piece close so none were lost.

And now, this.

His son’s small arms were warm against Henry’s skin where they stretched from the short sleeves of his onesie, his little hands curled into balls beside his face.

For all he had hoped, and for all he had wanted, it had never amounted to this.

the later years, and the start of what is new

[bamber344]

stumbling home half drunk from party is a very whumpee feel

head spinning, legs moving but unable to feel them, skin is numb

it's late at night, so you just keep moving forward, hoping that nothing will stop you from getting home safely, but it's hard to discern anything in the shadows of the dim streetlamps

something or someone could jump out at any time

get WHUMPD

[blackjackkent]

Suggestion for your fic prompt request :)

Jaheira and Karlach - "stories around the campfire" - Karlach is full of questions about the old days, and Jaheira tells her a story she may not have expected.

TYSM for this prompt! This one made me smile a lot. (I really love writing both Jaheira and Karlach, so writing both of them bonding is, as Karlach would say, aces. :D ) I really hope you enjoy it!

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Comrades and Lost Children

Pairing: Jaheira & Karlach Characters: Jaheira, Karlach Rating: G Warnings: None Word Count: 2.3k Setting: Several hours after the death of Ketheric Thorm Summary: Jaheira and Karlach share memories during a late night after the fall of Moonrise Towers. other bg3 one-shots | send me fic requests!

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A shadow among shadows, the black panther pads through the twisted forest outside Moonrise.

The curse is already beginning to fade with Ketheric’s death. The land is hardly yet safe, but the silent creature can step without pain in the milder patches of darkness. And it seems joyous in that freedom; a low purr rumbles in its throat as it darts repeatedly from the path to climb a gnarled tree trunk or roll in a struggling patch of grass, scenting out the places where nature’s strength is starting to recover within the broken landscape.

It’s a short journey north to Last Light, but the panther’s meandering route takes it past the moonlight-bathed building. Instead, it makes for the small camp where Hector and his companions have been lodging since their arrival in the shadowlands. Unsurprisingly, given it is nearly two in the morning, the camp is still and silent; only a lone tiefling figure sits up keeping guard by the slowly dying fire.

So softly does the huge cat move that Karlach does not at first notice its approach. It is almost within the circle of firelight before she registers it - but when she does, she moves fast, leaping to her feet with a startled cry and bringing her sword to bear on the beast. “Holy shit--”

For a moment the two of them stare at each other, unmoving. Then the panther's body begins to shift, magical energy flowing off it like a surge of dark water. Jaheira's lithe form uncurls within the burst of power into a standing position from the hunch in which the wildshape left her. “Is there a problem, Karlach?” she says, looking calmly into the point of the sword drawn on her.

“Oh, thank fuck,” Karlach says. She slumps with relief and lets the weapon drop to her side; a nervous smile bursts onto her face at once as she recognizes the other woman. “You scared the piss out of me.” 

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[gingerwerk]

The challenge is me trying not to drink a whole bottle of wine in one sitting and my ass fails 9 times out of 10

[brave-and-gentle]

Hiya, love ur blog 💖

I really, really would love to see your opinion on reibert and jeanmarco

Aww ty! If only you could see me blushing rn!

MY BOYS <3 (all of them)

Let's start with Reibert.

I love that these two are attached at the hip. From their cadet days, you rarely see one without the other. One of my favorite things is how Bertolt *sees* Reiner. Everyone in the 104th (before he's revealed as the Armored Titan) sees Reiner as this big, older brother that's indestructible. But Bert knows he's not. Bert is hovering near Reiner, asking if he's okay, reminding him who he is. And don't get me started on the way Bert looks at Reiner,GAHH.

THAT IS THE LOOK OF A CONCERNED LOVER. Unfortunately Reiner is very distracted by his mental health issues and Historia (lmao), but I head canon that one day, he realizes Bert has been beside him along, always been there for him, has been his rock, and then the rest is history <3 I also imagine that on the flip side, Reiner helps Bertolt believe in himself a lot more - poor nervous boy. I get him. it's the anxiety Reibert will be featured in my upcoming Jean x reader fic, which I am very excited about!

And now, Jeanmarco.

*sobs quietly* *lights a candle* Jeanmarco is my favorite (and first!) AoT ship. When I tell you from the moment I saw them together I KNEW :''')

Similar to Reibert, I looooove how Marco *sees* Jean. He sees right through his bravado and knows that deep down, Jean is terrified. He sees Jean's leadership capabilities - even when he doesn't. It's absolutely heartbreaking to me that Jean's entire character arc is based off Marco's death - that it may not have happened without Marco's death. And yet, it makes sense. Because Jean is the kind of man who will never let anyone's death be meaningless. I head canon that Jean definitely gets Marco into some sticky situations, maybe a little bit of trouble, because he pushes Marco to *live a little* (dangerously). Probably somewhat harmless shenanigans, like staying out past curfew, a little bit of weed, etc. AND, Marco is the only person Jean feels comfortable sharing his feelings with. The only one he can be truly vulnerable with. Also Marco is sunshine personified. He can lighten up Jean's darkest moods in a heartbeat.

I cry every time Marco dies in canon and in fics. That boy deserved so much more. Literally he had what - 13 lines in canon (i actually have no idea)? And completely changed Jean's life and therefore the entire plot line. HOW.

I love them in any scenario, whether as lovers, besties trying to figure out the world together, and anything in between.

Thank you for the question anon, I love talking about my bois! <3

[lunainthemoona]

hey!! i came across this video on my tiktok recently by someone named Lila, and i asked her if she was cool for me to respost this on tumblr (they said yes) because i think they made some really great points that i would love to add on to.

while on the internet, it is SO important to learn how to distance yourself. when you’re too wrapped up in the internet its so easy to get overwhelmed by information and hate and just. negative things, but those things DO NOT define you as a person!! i wish this was taught and talked about more!! other people do NOT define who you are as a person, whether it’s something they’re saying to you or as Lila said, how they identify! you are your own person, and how you define yourself is up to YOU.

now, that doesn’t mean that there aren’t identities that are harmful. i’ve been listening to the afab transfem conversation, ive been harassed over it. transmisogyny is a serious issue in the trans community and i wish it was addressed more seriously. i will absolutely recognize the TERF’s that are using the term. the issue is, that is still an identity. so many people, especially intersex people, have explained genuine medical reasonings and other reasons for why they use this term.

this is where i once again talk about distancing yourself. i am not trying to say dont worry about these things, because discourse within the community IS important! it helps bring things to attention! but like Lila and other people i mentioned ^ have said, not only are a lot of the terms people are using medical (nobody’s business, people don’t owe you their medical information or history. you are not their family or their doctor.) but there are people who hate the entire community regardless of what they identify as. harassing other minorities is not the answer.

[crepusculum-rattus]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Philza Hardcore - Fandom Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Phil Watson | Philza, Phil Watson | Philza's Chat Additional Tags: Phil Watson | Philza's Hardcore Series, Greater Spawn Islands (Philza Hardcore Season Four), Human Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson-centric (Video Blogging RPF), small mentions of the s4 gods, Alternate Universe, i mean it's kinda an AU but also kinda not so. take that tag as u will Series: Part 1 of you can't crawl back without making a choice Summary:

Phil takes a deep breath of fresh air and laughs on the exhale. It’s beautiful, this new world. Entirely untouched by anyone but the Universe itself. The wind blows gently across his face, pulling some of his hair into his eyes– it feels like a playful greeting, and he grins. He throws his arms out to either side of him and closes his eyes with a wide smile.

“Fucking finally,” he says to no one but the open sky, “Freedom.”

OR, the very very beginning of Phil's adventures in Hardcore Season 4

[spaceratprodigy]

How Many Sugars..?

When Faith makes coffee for herself, she makes it more on the bitter side. She didn't always make it that way, but as she got older and more tired she began to prefer it differently. She doesn't know why she drinks it anymore. Coffee just makes her feel even more exhausted, but the warmth is comforting.

She likes when Max brings it to her, couldn't imagine the reason. Faith swears it's sweeter when he makes it.

but I thought he told me he didn't care much for sweets, she thinks to herself, why does he make it like that.

Faith won't admit she likes it so much better when he makes it. She won't admit why either.

The truth is the first time Max made her coffee he genuinely didn't know just how she liked it yet. Faith enjoys sweets quite a bit so he guessed. He was quite surprised when she took a sip and exclaimed "oh! That's sweet." But he noticed the way her face softened and how much her mood improved that day compared to when she prepares it herself. Now whenever Max makes coffee for his captain he always sneaks a little sweetness in there. He's not sure whether that was what made her so relaxed that day, or if it was simply because he was the one who made it for her. Nevertheless, he wants to make it the same every time, just to be able to see her like that over and over again. It makes him feel warm inside.

What a curious thing something so minuscule could do to someone... he thinks.

Nobody can disrupt his composure quite like she can.

[itaipava]

i was doing my skincare and listening to agora hills by doja cat and now i reallyyy really wanna write a fic with lewis inspired by this song 😭

[sparring-spirals]

funny(?) outcome given the recent neverafter reveals is if the princesses succeed, to an extent, on spilling ink over all the stories but it just. accidentally turns into blackout poetry. like that one tumblr post. like you try to wreck some art but then everyone just crowds around like "OH very profound very interesting" and tape it off and it becomes a new exhibit. your unmaking unwittingly a new making. idk.

[charmac]

Just watched Fool’s Paradise!

[beachytablecloth]

"is it really you?" + either zukka orrrr a lost ship of your choice since i saw you just finished watching it!

GRACE!!! am i answering this several months late? YES!

but anyway, you have noooo idea how perfect this prompt is for lost. tbh this might not make much sense out of context/ if you've never seen lost, but i had fun writing it and jack and kate are everything to me.

Jack stumbles. There’s so much to take in. 

When he tries to remember how he got here, he can only remember flooding waters and fires and darkness. He can only remember the island. 

But how did he get here? Here, standing in the vestibule of some church he doesn’t recognize, his deceased father standing across from him.

His dad. His dad who he lost. His dad that he killed. Not directly, of course, but because of what he did. He carries his blood on his hands. Jack swore an oath—do no harm. 

He’s not sure he fulfilled that promise. 

His father should be buried somewhere deep on the island, his corpse rotting in the modest coffin they’d sent him from Sydney in. He was going to the funeral.

But no, here he is. Standing across from him, alive as anything, and smiling. 

“Jack,” he says. “Jack, you’re safe.”

Jack doesn’t feel safe. His heart is pounding. He can hear his breath coming in jagged, uneven patterns.

How did he get here? Where is here? 

“Jack,” Dad says, “Jack, you need to calm down. There’s something you need to see.”

Jack sputters. “I don’t understand!” He looks around, still panting. “Where are we?”

“Please, Jack. They’re waiting for you.” 

“Who’s waiting for me?”

—

His father walks in front of him, once Jack has steadied his breathing. Jack trails behind him as he pushes through a set of ornate double doors. They open into the sanctuary of a large, ordinary church. 

But there, in the pews, stands nothing ordinary. 

It’s them.

It’s Hugo. Boone. Shannon and Sayid. 

John. Juliet and Sawyer and—

Kate.

He’s by her side in an instant. Slowly, he reaches out, raising his hand to her cheek. She’s crying, and smiling, looking up at him like he’s the only thing in the world. 

Kate. “Is it really you?” He manages, breath coming again in shallow, cutting breaths. 

“It’s really me,” she nods, “we’ve been waiting for you.” 

Jack pulls her into him—she flings her arms around him and holds tight. 

Jack still doesn’t understand. Maybe he never will.

But they found each other—again and again they found each other. 

They all did.

[anachronistic-falsehood]

Whiskey your jrwi pd quiz may have just single handedly convinced me to both A) go on walks again and B) listen to jrwi pd. I just think you should know that

HELL FUCKING YEAH DUIDE OPJH MY GOD KOZZAX I AM A LITTLE TOO TIPSSY TO PROPERLY ADDRESS THIS BUT OH MY GOD. OH MYT GODDD if you get into jrwi i will love u forever and ever its so fucking good. jrwi pd is a patreon only campaign but i CAN get you the youtube playlist for free kozzax just let me know if you want it i will absolutem get it to you holy shit DUDE PLEASEE WATCH PRINME DEFENDERS ITS SO FUCKING GOOD!!! IT WILL CHANGE YOUR BRIAN CHEMISTRY FOREFVER AND EVER!!!!!! its justa silly fun teenage superhero sitcom dw nothung bad ever happens in prime defnenders!!!! <<me whnen i lie