#augh…. my heart

[zeromotherfuckers]

Relistening to Stolen Century and am still so in love and obsessed with how immediately Justin is enamored with Lup. He finds out Taako has a sister and he's so intensely in love with the idea of her. Griffin drops her first line of "Nerd Alert!" and Taako is on the floor laughing- Justin sees the vision and he knows the vision and he's IN IT. HE LOVES HER. TAAKO LOVES HER. AUGH.

Griffin knew exactly how to play it, and Justin was on board before Griffin could even say jump. Its just insanely beautiful the way Justin latches onto it, because Yeah. Because Yeah, if Taako had a sister he'd be obsessed with her. They'd be obsessed with each other. A perfect duo that doesn't always agree but who bring the same energy to the table. Lup is the perfect accent to Taako. They balance each other. They're the Twins. And he loves her so so so much.

And Justin loves her so so so much

And I love them so so so much

[bruciemilf]

Battinson as a parent: oh, I’m sorry that you fell , Jay. Yes, the ground shouldn’t have tripped you. Bad ground. Would you like an ice cream to feel better?

Thomas when Bruce jumped off the slide and broke his arm because some kid dared him to: Bet you won’t do that dumbass shit again, huh?

[spilling-my-guts-to-you-guyss]

Notes challenge i guess...

10 Notes, then I'll make a morning schedule

25 Notes, then I'll put healing ointment on my cuts when i relapse

50 Notes, then I'll finish homework before socials

60 Notes, then I'll finish drawings [after home works] 

72 Notes, then I'll actually save up my money

85 Notes, then I'll journal my feelings when i want to cut

100 Notes, then I'll read my Bible every morning/more often

120 Notes, then I'll use healthier catharsis more often

150 Notes, then I'll ask for therapy

200 Notes, then I'll tell my sister everything

300 Notes, then I'll stop caring my blades on me

500 Notes, then I'll leave my blades at home/far from me

700 Notes, then I'll put away/ hide my blades

Any notes are allowed, tagging, reblogging, spamming, whatever

Ill have @theweirdbox123 and @the-ellia-west keeping me accountable... i really hope this works

As much as i dont want this at all, i really need this.

May the Lord gift me his strength to push through this challenge...

[luminique]

lighter is a loser. idc i said what i said. behind all the cool nicknames and stylish glasses is someone who looks at you with so much love in his eyes.

it’s unfair that he is a fire attribute because he always ends up lighting a little bit of his clothes or hair on fire when he gets flustered by you. something about seeing you smile, excitedly laughing to him about your day, has him pushing his sunglasses up a little more and staring off to the side. the rest of the sons of calydon can CLEARLY see right through him though. they knew the ominous undefeated champion had a soft spot but seeing him loosen his red scarf and clear his throat was when they knew he was head over heels for you.

he doesn’t have the best memory but even he’d remember small details about you. what drink you’d prefer, which sunglasses he wore had you blushing like crazy. his love for you is quiet on the outside but deep down, it’s a blazing fire that cannot be contained.

[vaguely-concerned]

rookanis really is like... first base is you walking through the haunted ruins of my mind to find me in an act of breathtaking psychological intimacy with added tam lin undertones. second base is baked goods (cautious erotic connotations). third base is deicide. THEN we kiss. also second deicide of course once you pop it's hard to stop

[autumn-may]

terrisas really funny ithink

[snarkspawn]

the son of gorgo will be crowned in blood

[canisalbus]

May I offer a little drawing of your dogs?

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[kiwi-endure]

Partners in Time - Resolved Autumn's break down 🌱 Lost Records: Bloom & Rage Tape 2 Rage Don't Nod Entertainment

[jeeaark]

✨Greygold✨

[mimiishii]

quick fanart for @rizdoodles of their goober pépito

no one will ever understand the way i went batshit for this character design

[slattlicker]

Can we slattlickers be treated with a fic of comforting in insecure big guy pleaseeee 🙏🏼❤️

╭﹐✦˚₊· 𖤐 * sad sack in a hoodie ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ╮ imagine: date night gets canceled. your boyfriend spirals. you stay anyway. ╰﹒♡₊˚๑ *✧﹒✦ ࣪ ˖ ┊

﹒₊✦ a/n: thank you to the sweet anon who asked for a fic about comforting an insecure big guy ♡ this made my heart hurt and flip and sing in all the best ways. there's also a slightly spicier ending for those who craved a bit more,,, cough cough (meee)

warning: soft schlatt. hoodie cuddles. emotional vulnerability under a blanket.

enjoy! (๑˘︶˘๑)♡

✧✧✧

you show up around seven, just like you said you would.

keys in your pocket, hoodie pulled over your head, half-expecting to smell garlic or some half-hearted attempt at air freshener when you walk in. instead, it’s quiet. the kind of still that makes you pause with your hand on the doorknob.

no music. no tv.

just the smell of leftover cologne and a half-empty takeout bag on the counter.

“schlatt?” you call, easing your shoes off. “i brought the coupons, by the way. hope you’re ready to lose at air hockey.”

nothing.

you find him in the bedroom, door cracked just enough that it feels like permission. he’s sitting at the edge of the bed, hunched over in his going-out jeans and a hoodie that still has the tag poking out the collar. his hair’s a little damp, like he started getting ready and just… stopped.

you lean against the doorframe.

“i thought we were leaving at seven?”

he looks over. doesn’t smile.

“yeah.”

you wait.

he picks at the string of his hoodie.

“i didn’t feel like being seen.”

it’s quiet again.

you don’t say anything right away. just step in, close the door softly behind you.

when you sit down next to him, he shifts slightly—just enough that your knees touch.

“i just—” he starts, then stops. scrubs a hand down his face. “i don’t know. i got dressed and looked in the mirror and suddenly i felt like this… fucking cartoon.”

you blink.

he keeps going. “like, i know people think i’m this big, loud, funny guy. and yeah, sometimes i am. but today it just felt fake. like if i walked into that barcade or wherever, i’d be forcing it. just some huge, awkward dude trying too hard.”

you look at him. really look.

the hoodie’s stretched around his shoulders. his hands are clenched, knuckles white. his leg’s bouncing, like he can’t figure out if he wants to stay or bolt.

“you don’t have to go,” you say quietly. “we don’t have to do anything.”

he doesn’t answer.

so you shift closer, lean your head against his shoulder.

“you don’t owe me a performance, schlatt. or the world. or anyone.”

he lets out a breath that sounds like it’s been stuck in his chest for hours.

you wait.

after a minute, his hand finds yours.

“do you still wanna hang out?” he asks, voice quieter now. less sure.

you nod. “of course i do.”

“even if i’m a sad sack in a hoodie?”

you smile. “especially if you’re a sad sack in a hoodie.”

✧

you don’t end up going out.

instead, you order fries. you both change into sweats. you sit on the couch with your knees touching and some dumb show playing in the background while he slowly relaxes beside you.

after a while, he shifts, mumbling something like, “move over, lemme lie down before my back fuses to this ikea garbage.”

you scoot down with him until you're both stretched out, sharing one long throw blanket and a rapidly cooling container of fries balanced on the side table and a few books.

he ends up half on top of you. head on your chest. one leg thrown over yours like he’s staking a claim.

you shift, adjusting the blanket. “jesus, your head is heavy,” you groan, mock-strained. “is your skull made of concrete? how are you not tipping over constantly?”

schlatt doesn’t even flinch. “evolution,” he mutters, settling deeper into your chest. “survival of the thickest, biggest head.”

you laugh—full-on, chest-bouncing, which only makes it harder to breathe with him pancaked on top of you.

“get off, you’re gonna collapse my lungs.”

“nope. i live here now,” he says, eyes already half-lidded. “squatter’s rights. this is public domain.”

“you’re a public nuisance.”

“and you’re warm,” he mumbles, voice turning almost petulant. “shut up and pet me.”

you roll your eyes, but your hand is already moving—threading into his hair, slow and steady. the strands are still a little damp from earlier, soft and slightly messy. you drag your nails gently against his scalp.

he lets out a noise. something between a sigh and a hum and a gruff little "mmmph” that you pretend not to hear but immediately file away in your heart forever.

“comfy now, big guy?”

he grunts. “you’re squishy in the right spots. you’re like… optimal ergonomic design.”

you snort. “you’re calling me a human body pillow?”

“i’m calling you my preferred mattress model, yeah.”

you pause. “is this a long-winded way of saying i’ve got good tits?”

“spectacular tits,” he mutters into your shirt, voice muffled and deadpan. “award-winning. five-stars on yelp. all the michelin stars.”

you roll your eyes, but your hand doesn’t stop its lazy rhythm in his hair.

his voice dips after a moment. a little quieter. less joking.

“thanks for not, like… forcing me to snap out of it.”

you pause.

your hand doesn’t stop moving in his hair, but the air feels different now. a little heavier.

“you don’t owe anyone your best all the time,” you murmur. “not even me. you don’t have to perform happy just so i’ll want to be around.”

he doesn’t say anything, but his grip on your waist gets a little tighter.

“some days suck,” you add. “doesn’t make you weak. doesn’t make you hard to love.”

another pause.

your voice softens.

“plus,” you say, a small smile tugging at your lips, “it’s kind of nice seeing you like this.”

he shifts a little, peeking up at you with one eyebrow raised. “this what you’re into, huh? big sad guy, questionable fashion sense, with a self-doubt that interrupts date night...?”

you smirk. “i mean… not the worst deal i’ve made.”

“oh, cool. so i rank just above expired gas station sushi.”

“eh. depends on the day...like today, you're probably below.”

he huffs, but there’s no real bite to it. just leans back down, head thudding against your chest again. “unbelievable. i bare my soul and i’m still ranked below raw fish.”

you snort. “well, the sushi’s never bailed on me last-minute.”

he groans. “okay. deserved.”

you hum, dragging your fingers through his hair again, slower this time. “just a little.”

it gets quiet. not awkward. just... settled.

“i really fucking like you,” he says. soft. honest.

you smile into his hair.

“yeah,” you whisper. “i know.”

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he doesn’t say anything.

but you feel it — the shift.

his fingers tightening just slightly at your waist. the way his breath catches and lingers, warmer now, right against your collarbone.

you glance down. “you good, big guy?”

he doesn’t lift his head. just murmurs, “you keep playing with my hair like that, and i’m gonna start thinking you want something.”

you grin. “what, like a reward for being emotionally available?”

he finally looks up at you. eyes darker now. mouth tilted just enough to show that crooked, cocky smirk he pulls when he’s trying to play it cool and absolutely failing.

“i mean… if you’re offering.”

you hum, thoughtful. trail your fingers down the nape of his neck. “i was gonna save the prize for later.”

“you think i’m in any condition to wait?”

“bold of you to assume you’re in any condition,” you say, squeezing his sides teasingly. “you were just having a hoodie-induced breakdown.”

“and now i’m having a different kind of crisis,” he deadpans.

you laugh — but you lean in.

kiss him once. soft. warm. still smiling against his mouth.

then again. slower.

his hand comes up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek like he’s grounding himself.

you shift beneath him, just enough to let him settle between your legs. his hoodie rides up a little. yours does too.

there’s a tension now — slow and sticky-sweet — like honey dripping toward something inevitable.

he breaks the kiss only to murmur against your skin, voice low and rasped, “you’re sure you want this? like… now? like this?”

your fingers tighten in the fabric of his hoodie, tugging him closer until his nose brushes yours.

“schlatt,” you breathe, eyes locked on his, “i want you.”

his breath hitches. sharp. visceral.

you lean in, slow, deliberate. press your lips to his jaw—once, twice—then lower, teeth grazing the edge of his neck just enough to make him curse under his breath.

“i want you messy,” you murmur, “moody. clingy. desperate.”

your mouth brushes his ear.

“and if you think a hoodie and a little self-loathing are gonna stop me from climbing into your lap and showing you how much? try again.”

he exhales like it hurts, already shifting, hands sliding under your hoodie—warm palms splayed across your waist like he’s trying to memorize the shape of you.

“fuck,” he mutters, half to himself, voice thick, “you always know how to calm me down and rile me up at the same time.”

you grin against his skin. “guess we’re even, then.”

his hands curl tighter at your waist. your thighs bracket his hips now, warm and grounding. neither of you in a rush. just moving slow, deliberate.

“you’re it for me, y’know?” he murmurs. “you’re the only thing that makes it quiet up here.”

he taps his temple, forehead pressed to yours.

you run your fingers through his hair again. lean in close.

“then stay,” you whisper. “just like this. no stage. no audience. no expectations. just us.”

and when you kiss him again—deeper, hungrier—there’s no hesitation from him again.

because this? this is comfort.

you, his. him, yours.

[waitineedaname]

finished rereading volume 3 last night and it's so wild to me that there are people who come out of this series hating Luo Binghe. he's expressing his deepest insecurities about being abandoned and unloved and useless and having the worst BPD episode of his life, and people somehow read that and think he's some horrible person?? get behind me Binghe, they don't deserve you

[nortmare]

[ryllen]

"Don't u know what u're asking me with these?

'Abandon the sea, and stay on land'"

"Are you sure you know~ what u're getting into, Trey-san?"

[x] [x] [x]

[buttermilkami]

sleeping beauty kind of au? *eyelash flutter* and also a lil costume idea hehehehe

where hollyberry is sent into a deep sleep by eternal sugar and she’s held captive by her for her soul jam until someone saves her? when the savior just couldn’t save anymore?

Like this whole big fight where hollyberries lose everything, her kingdom, her family, her friends, and then at her last stand, she just can’t. Then eternal sugar just cooks her up whoops

toxic yuri actually

i love hollyberry angst guys