#and I Fell In Love

[cowboyshit]

2019 -> 2023

[hansoeii]

the captain and his lieutenant!

[orangepterodactyl]

more mary celeste

easily another ship in my list of favorites

[fungalfunghoul]

bald/balding trans women are beautiful and perfect and sexy btw

[eridanusrp]

why did no one warn me the finale of ted lasso was going to make me ugly cry?

[devouringghoststhatfloat]

lavender woman (magazine) // i want to live with you - alex lahey // blazing star (magazine) // gold rush - taylor swift // lavender vision (magazine) // true lover - yerin baek // blazing star (magazine)

12.24.22

[i-am-free-now-it-seems]

An arrow doesn’t stop wounding; It only seems to. Its presence and absence wound equally, but its brutality is unknown to us at this moment, and we are just two girls. Two girls breathless and afraid, fearing a hurt they cannot avoid. Your eyes are cast down, can’t hold my gaze, as if I could hold yours anyway. Looking at you is too much even to bear. You are a reminder of everything I cannot have, everything I need to breathe.

The arrow shoots through us, the damn thing holding us together like we are beads on that necklace you won’t stop playing with, binding our bodies together like I wished our love would. Forced together by the violence of it, bodies pressed into each other and still I’m not looking into your eyes. Why do we love each other despite it all? The answer lies in the way the world stops when I look at you, in the way that I would care less about the sun exploding than you turning away in this moment. The arrow was shot like an accusation, a warning, a cry for deliverance. All because this love is not of Eden? Is that why we must be damaged in order to be connected? The wound blooms around the arrow, the tearing of flesh making me feel as if I am finally ready to meet your eyes, and yet when you look up I cannot look back at you, your expression as indicative of damage as the blood spewing from us. The blood I choke on rises in my throat like bile, and our blood begins to mix between us. The closest we can be is this, our blood mixing in a pool beneath our feet, finally letting us merge into one being.

Here it is, the universe says. You wanted this. You wanted to love her so much you became one thing, and we have given that to you. Look. You cannot separate from her without dying, the arrow barely holding the blood inside your bodies. Take it out, it challenges. Take out the missile which rips you apart and binds you together. See how you like losing every last breath screaming her name.

Tell me a story, and make it sad. Tell me how two girls were too young to know that their small town was not the whole world. Tell me how the love they hid killed them. Tell me how, when they were taken to the church, they never stopped holding hands. Tell me how one of their mothers walked into the room where they were joined, kissing as lovers should. Tell me how they had enough time, enough time to pull away, enough time to be safe, enough time to hide the love others call sin. Tell me how they gave up their lives to go out on their own terms, how they were broken by the world, unable to love again as they had. Tell me how they think about each other till the day they die; how they never pulled the arrow out. How they never pulled the arrow out.

There was time, I scream to myself. They had time to save themselves, but didn’t. They chose to let the arrow kill them slowly, as long as they could hold each other. Their love was what kept them bound, after all, the arrow would kill them whether they pulled it out or not, the damage already too much. Why not die holding each other as their blood stains the world?

There is no blood, not really. There is just a girl sitting across from me in class, and when she smiles I feel the arrow sinking deeper into my ribcage. I want to trap it there, take the hurt for myself and myself alone, just so she will never feel it. Then, one night in an empty parking lot she pulls me in for a hug and her eyes linger on my lips, and I know I cannot save her from that which will tear us apart. So we don’t let go, and her parents find us, hugging like it could replace what we really want. They called me her best friend, such a good and caring friend, if they only knew. When we kissed for the first time my heart felt like it was bursting, but the only thing on my mind was the arrow. So when she tried to pull away when she heard the footsteps, I begged. I said please, love. We cannot end this here. I won’t bleed out alone.

Now, I am almost 20. It has been years since she pushed me away. In those years I have healed myself alone, each mistake sending pain through the hole in my chest. I saw her at the corner of my street and hers. She looks like she hasn't lived a day since we kissed, as if her life paused then and never restarted. Maybe as recently as a year ago I would have put the arrow back in, held us together again knowing she couldn’t stay, knowing I would undo years of my own progress just to try and save her. Not now. My wound is almost healed, I am so close to whole again.

And so I walked away, leaving her despite knowing I will always have the scars across my ribcage to remind me of her. Two women, cleaved together like wounded animals, never able to stop wondering what their future could have been in a life where love is not met by violence. Two women who pulled the arrow out.

[rathockey]

watching leverage and im in love with parker

[prokopetz]

It's a rough world out there for people who were teenagers during the exact slice of gaming history where indie video games had become feasible to develop and distribute globally, but the definition of "indie" didn't yet encompass corporate studios and million-dollar budgets. They'll tell you their favourite game when they were a kid was, like, a point-and-click visual novel whose protagonist dreams they're a vast formless sea monster that learns about the concept of colours after finding a discarded helium balloon, or a hypertext fiction/precision platformer hybrid exploring gender as a mechanism of social control, and you think they're either being pretentious or deliberately fucking with you, but no, that's just what the indie gaming scene was like for a couple of years there. The sea monster thing got a front-page feature on the same site that made Bloons Tower Defense a household name – it was literally played by millions of people.

[renryuz]

seeing itzy in june & trying to be normal about the fact that i'm seeing itzy in june, but then i remember i started listening to itzy when i was 19 and i'm 23 now & suddenly i cannot be normal about it

[eaissilyy]

A kinder mother would sure seek her sons, even if it was her who abandoned them.

(Just a Thought of Marika in ragged clothes and covered in veil, unfortunately didn’t hide her grace, descending down to the shunning ground she made to cage her rage and grief from the time long past, just to see her sons who she refused to hold and look at their births. SADLY THAT’S NOT WHAT HAPPENED AHUGHGAHHHHH)

[hansoeii]

the doctor on their way to steal your heart

[puppyeared]

renaissance dogys

characters belong to @canisalbus

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

AU where the Axolotl sends Bill to the mystery shack for rehabilitation after spending some time in the Theraprism

(OG AU is by waty_mot on Twitter)

[diamondsunbursts-and-marblehalls]

Honestly, I think from the moment that Percy found out that not every demigod has a loving mortal parent they can depend on, when they already can't depend on the gods, and that Annabeth specifically, hasn't had anyone take care of her like that since she was 7, he decided he would be the one to.

They take care of each other up to that point, but I think that's when he starts noticing how much she takes care of them. She already knew if she didn't no one else will. She protects them against humans, she stands with them against monsters, she always brings up the rear of the group when they're running, and she is always the first one to make a move when they're fighting. She does it because no one is going to protect her if she doesn't do it herself. No one is going to protect Grover and Percy if she isn't.

In the arch, he pretty much tells her he would fight the gods for her, and then he goes on to do just that.

Athena, the one person who was supposed to protect her willingly pushes monsters her way, she lets Echidna and the chimera into a place that was supposed to be safe. Her decision is that Annabeth should be punished, and say what you want, but I think she knew that Annabeth would think through every scenario and know that someone had to stay and hold them back. And I think she knew that Annabeth would be the one to stay. Because that's the way she raised her, knowing that no one cared whether she lived or died. And I think that's the cruellest part.

Which is why Percy's sacrifice means so much more. He not only made the decision to trade his life for hers and fight the monster so she and Grover could escape, but he also made the conscious choice to push back against Athena's wishes. He fought a goddess for her, Athena said "Annabeth will die for her impertinence" and Percy said "Not today, not ever"

[boromirswife]

Boromir + concern for the Hobbits