#anyways i need to go to bed

[arolesbianism]

Olivia Broussard moments

[jacqcrisis]

why is it the second I post a fic, my brain starts spiraling and I convince myself Ive actually just posted something so badly written and incomprehensible that I should delete my whole account and never write ever again? why does this happen every fucking time?

i read the damn piece like 30 times. I wrote the damn thing. I know the sentences have structure and the story is able to be parsed. why is it I believe my self-perception is so skewed that i've gaslit myself into thinking the thing I just spent for fucking ever on is legible to normal people and is not, in fact, the offensive ramblings of a squirrel stepping on a keyboard?

the answer is imposter syndrome and severely low confidence but I wish this wasn't a fight every time I post fanfic that only somewhat concludes when someone pops in and says 'hey, this was legible and comprehensive and not the worst thing i've read :)'.

[solibrie]

reread twenty dunmeshi chapters (30-50) and aghhhhhh it's full of characters of all time 😭 chilchuck remarking how half-foots often die in their 50s and realizing he fucked up immediately bc marcille went quiet instead of loud. laios clearly knowing there's "something wrong with him" but never knowing WHAT. "you think i have friends?" is so sadtragic to me bc laios is so lively! he's not introverted at all!!! but there's a fundamental disconnect that he simply doesn't understand how to "fix" and it makes me feel like gnawing on drywall.

[llondonfog]

one last thing; the pivotal song in the second season of 86 is LilaS which actually stands for "Lena is looking at Shin" which without context doesn't encapsulate the actual pain of it all between the two mentioned characters, but stripping the romantic intent from the song i have been staring at the title for days thinking instead "Lilia is looking at Silver" as a way of him finally breaking free from his dream in ch7 and no one understands why i am dying :')

[hellfireeddiemunson]

hey did u guys know…..that i…..love abby anderson

[ashwii]

Okay now that booping is sorta kinda outta the way for the day, it's Donnie's turn :DD continuing on with the idea of "S3 finale designs" -w-

S3 finale Leo!

[stillgotscars]

“now i’ve read all of the books beside your bed” is one of the most simple yet romantic lyrics i have ever heard. it’s just so casual and soul-exposing and intimate all at once and we don’t talk about it enough.

[obsob]

oooooooooough i love you i love you i love you!!!! hand in loving hand !!!!!!

[bankbee]

I’m just in awe

[lotus-pear]

HIII SORRY FOR NO NEW ART have some concept sketches for the fic i'm working on instead

[somegrumpynerd]

Thinking about how Nightmare has 4 mortals and 3 of them are so so bad at taking care of themselves

[casdeans-pie]

Dean's ribs are aching.

He presses a hand against his skin, feeling the solid bones under his palm, and tries to imagine the ornate carvings running across them - remembers what the x-ray looked like. But his mind keeps getting stuck on the feeling of Cas's hand, strong and sturdy, in the center of his chest, and the pleasant burn that'd taken his breath away when he'd pressed into him.

A sensation that had been perfectly balanced on the knife-edge of pain and pleasure.

Dean lets out a shaky breath and tugs the scratchy motel sheets closer as he turns over, unable to stop being so aware of it all. A particularly loud snore from the bed next to him tells him that Sam isn't having the same problem.

It only takes another few minutes of Dean gritting his teeth and willing himself to go to sleep before he gives up with an angry sigh.

When he exits the room quietly, hoping to get some air and clear his head, he nearly walks straight into Castiel himself. "Jesus, Cas!" Dean yelps, then catches his volume, glances at the room behind him, and adds in a hissed whisper, "What are you doing here?"

Cas, for once, looks startled and a little guilty. "Hello, Dean," he says, voice rumbling quietly, "my apologies, I didn't expect anyone to leave the room until the morning."

"Yeah, that doesn't really answer my question, buddy. You were kind of loitering."

Cas shifts his weight a little in a nervous gesture that amuses Dean because it looks almost human. "I've been informed that watching over you while you sleep from your bedside is" - he squints his eyes - "creepy."

Dean can't help the huff of a laugh that escapes him. "'Cause it is."

Cas frowns. "And I can no longer sense either of you due to your sigils, so..."

(Dean presses his hand to his chest, echoes of the pleasure-pain running through his ribs.)

Cas's eyes flick down at the movement, but snap back up before Dean can put a name to the expression that passes over Cas's face. "So I have been watching over you... both of you... from outside your room instead. While I still know your current location," he adds sadly.

"Keeping tabs on us like this is still creepy Cas," Dean says, but there's no heat in it. In fact, he's surprised to realise that he really doesn't mind the idea of Cas watching over him- them.

"I can no longer sense you," Cas repeats, more upset this time.

A blue neon sign for the motel shines from above them, casting a moody blue light over Cas - catching the tips of his messy hair, and lighting up his eyes so that they're almost glowing. He's lit up in a way that reminds Dean of the Angel he really is, and it makes his ribs ache.

Dean grips the shirt over his chest in a tight fist.

Again Cas's gaze flicks down.

"What do they say?" Dean says so quietly it's nearly just a breath.

Cas must understand what Dean means, even though what he said makes no sense, because he replies, "It means you are to be kept away from all the eyes of the Angels, and none have permission to know of your location or gaze upon you." Cas reaches a hand up, suspends it in the air, and then lets it fall back to his side.

Dean feels a pulse race through his bones as he impulsively reaches for Cas's hand and places it on his chest, covering it with his own and pressing it down firmly. Warmth that feels like protection and safety rushes out from where their hands press together.

"I give you my permission," Dean says quietly, into this moment they've created, under the unnatural blue light of the motel sign, and the silent night around them.

Cas's eyes are wide and Dean feels his hand shaking. "You..." he visibly swallows and licks his lips. "You shouldn't say things like that to an Angel, Dean."

"Yeah? Well, too late. I mean it Cas. You've got my permission. And I know that means jack to symbols literally carved onto my bones, but it means you physically checking in with me if you want to know where we are - use your cellphone - and if I text you our motel room, and you're not, y’know, doing rebel Angel stuff, you can be our lookout." Dean feels silly all of a sudden and drops Cas's hand, stuffing his own into the pockets of the sweatpants he shoved on before he left the room. "And if I can't sleep, maybe we can talk outside again like tonight. Or whatever."

After a beat of pure silence the light on Cas's face from the sign seems to intensify and Dean can suddenly hear it buzzing.

The handprint on his shoulder pulses in time with the beat of his heart and the ache in his ribs.

"I would like that," Cas rumbles, a gentle smile on his lips.

Dean clears his throat and absentmindedly rubs his chest again. "Okay. Well. Good talk. I should- I should go back to bed- lots of big days coming up- world to save- goodnight, Cas." Dean doesn't want to call what he's doing running away, but he certainly does a good impression of it when he turns around and ducks back into the room.

A soft, "Goodnight, Dean," follows him inside before the door clicks shut behind him.

[lizardkingeliot]

Buenos Aires, as fast as we can.

[mx-misty-eyed]

just binged the entirety of young royals s2 in one sitting. anyways i have thoughts, not sure if i’m gonna type everything out but if so spoilers will be tagged as “young royals spoilers”

[krysmcscience]

sippy gone wrong

The sequel to this that no one asked for, yet which @miaumiaoumao predicted with 100% accuracy. How did they know this was the other thing not pictured???

Also, @pigeonfeather caused this additional sequel:

Lamb, did you ever think Narinder would be a menace by accident? He is A Cat.

[lucabyte]

Olive Branch

Wrong Move