#and heartbreaking

[alchemistc]

Eddie tips his beer against his lips, fights the smile turning up the corners of his mouth as Mara and Jee each cling to one of Buck's arms, the both of them screaming to their hearts content. It's - loud, and Buck isn't doing anything to temper the noise, growling out one of his Roledex of monster noises, lifting one arm and then the other like some bastardized workout routine.

Beside him, Tommy sighs.

It's a familiar sound, at this point. Tommy is so fucking full of love, and Eddie knows he's spent a long ass time looking for a place to put it. He can't think of a person better prepared to take the bulk of it on than Evan Buckley.

"I cannot handle your lovelorn sighs, dude. You got the guy, you don't need to act like some regency hero watching from the sidelines."

Tommy eyes the neck of Eddie's bottle like he's thinking about punishing Eddie for the comment with a beer tap, so Eddie shifts it out of his reach - he's in no mood for another lesson on the physics of cavitation from Buck while he's cleaning foam off the patio and trying to prevent Jee from lapping it up like a dog.

Denny's too old for most of the horseplay, now, but there's something about Buck that makes kids unafraid to act like kids - he takes a flying leap and gets an arm around Buck's neck, and now he's somehow hauling three of them around with one of those wide, uncareful smiles Eddie's always been a bit jealous of.

Tommy's chest expands, and Eddie can feel his lips pursing, his eyes rolling to the side in warning. Tommy blows the breath out through his nose and scowls.

"I knew Shannon was it for me after our first date," Eddie says into the silence, shocking himself with the ease her name slides past his lips. He hasn't - he doesn't - Christ, even thinking her name sets him back sometimes. But this feels - it feels like the only memory pertinent to the situation.

Tommy's pretty good at keeping a straight face when he's feeling big things - decades of practice, Eddie knows, and he's aware that Tommy has spent another ten years unpacking that, forcing himself to wear his heart on his sleeve. Still. It seems easiest when it's Buck, and Eddie can't fault him that.

"She was such an asshole," Eddie continues, fond, while Tommy's gaze shifts to him, careful, concentrated, that special blend of steady eye contact and a stilling of his body that lets people know he's really listening, retaining, will be able to recite word for word something personal someone told him about themselves. "Even then, even as young as we were, I just wanted to share everything with her. Jokes, and stories about my day - happiness and sadness and... life, you know?"

Tommy swallows. His gaze shifts in the quiet of Eddie's confession, unerringly returning to Buck. Eddie's watched plenty of women in love with Buck looking at him. It's never been that look.

The one Eddie'd clocked months ago, a subtle shift from smitten to in love to something else. Something more.

In the grass, Buck levers himself to his knees and begs for mercy, and nearly takes a knee to the groin for his surrender.

Tommy's chest expands.

"You measured his ring size while he's passed out coming off an extra shift, yet?" (Buck has. Eddie's been fielding a fucking deluge of links in his messages, at least a hundred different rings at this point that look identical to Eddie but Buck apparently has half a million opinions about that he seems to think Eddie can help him with.)

Tommy doesn't give him time to react, this time. The bottom of his bottle hits the top of Eddie's and Eddie scrambles too late, foam spilling along the sides, over his fingers. The patio rug soaks up the liquid as it spills over his fingers, but Tommy seems to think the hassle of cleaning off his brand new patio is worth it, if the smirk on his face is anything to go by.

"I'm going to go rescue my boyfriend before Jee-Yun decides hearing Evan howl in real pain is her new favorite hobby."

Eddie's beer is still foaming, a steady trickle up the neck and down the side, right over his fingers, dripping to the rug beneath his feet. He'll need to go inside and wash his hands soon, maybe rearrange Tommy's tea drawer while he's in there - it's the only thing safe from Buck's wrath in that kitchen. "Get me another beer while you're up," Eddie snarks back, and leans back to watch the way Buck's eyes gleam when, instead of rescuing Buck, Jee and Mara both take aim at Tommy instead, and Tommy's swings them both up into the air while they screech in delight.

[kanzakurawrites]

I read Wings of Starlight and I am NOT okay. Time to go watch Secret of the Wings then hunt for fanfiction.

[infamously-winking]

Silly Straw Page Fully Translated:

hbh grfwru ri d gliihuhqw nlqg/ zkr zdqw wr pdnh klv sdwlhqw eolqg = “eye doctor of a different kind/ who wants to make his patient blind”

Qeb alzqlo pxvp/ qeobb pfmp x axv/ tfii jxhb qeb sfpflkp/ dl xtxv = “The doctor says/ three sips a day/ will make the visions/ go away”

Ixvvb hdwhu/ edeb eloob/ zrxogq'w gulqn/ xqohvv lwv vloob = “Fussy eater/ baby billy/ wouldn't drink/ unless its silly”

215 858 117 450 110 628 19 211 120 2256 216 951 25 256 27 532 212 506 18 1317 110 1137 221. 658 23 1330 210 231 118 929 112 2043 = “Twisted out of shape after the kill, the ghosts of his family are haunting him still.”

we’re not talking about that last cipher enough…

[hero-ar]

It was fun to see Grian on red being so rageful, like damn, the moment he went to red he was only powered by one thing that was spite.

[soulsforsales]

I just think more people should know this<3 It's makes a lot of sense and although Patrochilles sounds much better Achicleos is painfully beautiful 🤌

[junk-thrillz]

On one hand, I’m so so proud of him for being this cool. On the other hand, I’m wincing in anticipation of the complexes he’ll develop for being physically stronger than his full-vamp dad. HANG IN THERE CODY.

[fistfuloflightning]

Lan Sizhui’s words are terrifying. Don’t move, don’t make a sound, I’ll be back when it’s over. And they’ve always been black for as long as he can remember. The other disciples his age have their soulmate’s last words in shades of skintone not their own, like delicately crafted scars that are easy to overlook. Warm and alive and welcoming. But his are black.

He’s eighteen when they change. He’s never heard of soulmate marks changing—fading to grey if the dead was brought back as a fierce corpse, but never changed. Like he was given a second chance—or the other was. But the black thaws to a shade paler than his own skin, the characters red and raw looking. Like they’d been cut into his arm. Like they were never meant to be there. I’ll be here when you wake, A’Yuan.

And those words terrify him even more.

Because apparently he’s fated to keep losing them, over and over again. He has no memory of the first, and his father cannot or will not answer when he asks.

And so Lan Sizhui waits for the day he loses everything all over again.

[blazeeblake]

With this latest hyperfocus (obsession?) I sometimes feel very bad about how much I like Lestat, but then I think that’s kind of the point? Because, right now, we’re getting the story from Louis’s perspective and of course he knows that his maker is abusive and manipulative, and fickle, and withholding, and in no way justified to alternately bury his trauma or inflict it upon anyone fool enough to get close but—BUT, he also loves him in spite of this (because of this?) and remains infuriatingly bewitched by the beauty and the pain and the fleeting moments of bliss, and a story told properly snatches you up and all at once you are the one that’s helplessly beguiled.

[thebean394]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth Additional Tags: Canon Divergence - Tim Drake Joins the Batfamily Early, Kid Tim Drake, Kid Jason Todd, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Mistaken Identity, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, But He's Parenting the Wrong Child, Hurt/Comfort Summary:

When Tim first proposes his plan, Jason calls him batshit insane.

"Why?" Tim asks stubbornly. “It’ll be a win-win situation – I get a new life without some guardian tying me down, and you get a new life where you can eat food every day and live in a big house. You’ll probably have to go to school, but that’s the only downside I can think of. That, and pretending to be me, of course."

*

In the wake of Jack and Janet Drake's untimely death, Bruce sets out to search for their missing son, determined to adopt him. After a long, arduous search, he finally brings home a new addition to his family.

He fails to realise that the new kid living in Wayne Manor is not Tim Drake.

[myyoungroyalsblog]

Anyone else thought that he was gonna talk to Simon through the book shelves? Lol?

[cm-matz]

this was supposed to be strictly a stray kids (& kpop) blog… but i was a directioner way before i even heard about kpop, so for now, at least until the grief of losing such a big & important piece of my childhood subsides, my blog will be dedicated to the boys whose music & laughter has always been one of the biggest sources of comfort & joy for me.

rest easy liam. that’s all i can hope for.

[dumpster-fire-sapphic-failgirl]

Me: Well, I’ve seen The Seven, and it’s only game of thrones meets Candyland. How heartwrenching could it be?

Narrator: Quite heartwrenching, actually

Me: Okay, I’ve seen A Crown of Candy, i know what Brennan is capable of. I’m prepared for EXU: Calamity

Narrator: She was not prepared

Me: Well, Calamity was basically a horror game, how much worse could an actual horror game with Brennan and Luis and Travis and Marisha as players be?

Narrator: Girl do you even listen to yourself?

[azalea-art]

That’s what we get with open arms

Still working on the coloring, but I love this adorable man 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[screechingkroh]

Hey guys

How… how would you guys feel if I made a side-shot of Seer’s family reacting to their disappearance?? I think it’d be fun

[shewas-afairy]

The right person, wrong time trope will always haunt me. ALWAYS. Because what do you mean that they aren’t forever even though they’re perfect for each other? And after everything they went through? They were IN LOVE. And fate HAD to rip them apart.