#blame them

[poisonedfate]

bbc merlin - 03x08 The Eye of the Phoenix

[maxcuntstappen]

Charles Leclerc & Max Verstappen + ‘You are Jeff’ by Richard Siken and 'Slut!' by Taylor Swift (kinda)

F1 Web Weaves

[sunflowersinheaven]

for @notthestarwar (and @anaclastic-azurite ) 🦶🏻

[starwolfie]

Lore/Gale for @not-freyja .

Yes, this is Coholint.

No, this is not Wind. ( that’s why he’s startled)

POV: you find a random guy on the beach, he wakes up, smiles at you like he’s known you forever and calls you by the wrong name.

If you want to know more, ask Freyja. I’m innocent!! /lh

[myapnikerynic]

- Is this some kind of your magic, heika?

- Nope, we’re just overworked.

- Bullshit.

[airyal245]

Little creature

[i-am-a-fan]

So you know how fire glows different colors when it gets hotter? And you know how Redson’s hair lights up when he feels strong emotions?...

[schiavonaintherye]

If I had a quid for every time I hyperfixated on an old ish movie, and started following the instagram of the actor who plays the unhinged strange guy... only to fall down a rabbit hole that involves a complicated history with a prosthetic ear, wifebeating allegations, lots of weed, actually doing some really nice and wholesome charity work, releasing lots of art about his traumatic childhood, and very weird instagram captions...

which ends in me being torn whether or not I should buy his book because I have a love-hate relationship with the guy in general...

I'd have.. £2

Which isn't a lot, but how the fuck did this happen again???

[kply-industries]

WARNING: DO ATTEMPT

FUCKING DO IT

IT'LL BE RAD

[muddypolitics]

Don't worry, we do

fixed

[bigdoodlepal]

en..engie...

i am sick but i am free and i will spread my disease

original is from superman son of kal-el #17 btw

[nowshesdoingitallthetime]

What if I just deactivated

[angrydino42-and-avathecannibal]

A shark does not attack a human unprovoked. However, the silhouette of a human from above may be mistaken for prey. A human mistaken for prey may be bitten. The shark then will realise its mistake and swim away. By the time the shark has left, the damage is already done. The human is left with psychological and physical trauma. This will increase the human’s fear of sharks forever. The human will act on their new instincts toward sharks. Because the human was provoked, they can only see sharks negatively. The human will now provoke the sharks in unneeded retaliation. The shark’s appearance has now been mistaken for a predator. In the end, there is no difference between a human and a shark. For the human and the shark are both survivors.

[child0feden]

holy fuckkk i just had a major childhood flashback moment!

i lived with my grandparents for quite a little while when i was a kid and because they had a vhs player along with a whole bunch of old vhs tapes, i grew up on a lot of old 80s and 90s movies / shows rather than all that many 2000s movies / shows and i just really suddenly ( and very randomly ) remembered the existence of jonathan brandis!

and holy fuckin moly did i have a wackadoodle childhood crush on him, he was an absolutely gorgeous man and i totally forgot that he even passed away… what a damn shame…

[ravendruid]

Let Her Shatter

This fic is part of this writing challenge, as well as based on the prompt Memories from this prompt list. Day 2 - Write a scene without any dialogue. [Read on AO3]

Two weeks. That’s how long it takes Keyleth to return home for good. But is it really home? It still feels like it, but, at the same time, it also feels like there is something missing, and it’s not just because Keyleth has spent the last few years traveling Exandria with her companions. No, that is just a grain of sand in the sandpit. Through her adventures, Keyleth learned that home is not simply a physical location, but it can also be people, and without him, home feels emptier. So, no. Maybe Keyleth is not actually going home, not when he is not with her.

Korrin is waiting on the other side of the magic portal with a small entourage of guards (Keyleth warned him about her return so her father wouldn’t be worried sick about her most recent adventure to the Windswept Depths of Pandemonium). The relief on his face is evident once he sees his daughter alive and in one piece, but Keyleth sees the shift in his expression as it dawns on him that she crosses the portal alone when once she had a shadow behind her. 

There is no need for questions, and with the guards standing behind Korrin, looking equally confused, there is no opportunity for Keyleth to run into her father’s arms and break down into tears. Keyleth must wait until she is finally alone in her house (the one she shared with him, the one they left together, thinking they would return in a few days) to let out the primal scream she has been holding for two weeks, to break everything in sight, to punch and kick, and cry herself to sleep. Keyleth feels so empty, but simultaneously full of anger and frustration. She couldn’t do anything to stop him from leaving… from dying, even. If anything, she made it worse. She made Vax witness his own death before it happened. It’s all her fault. She should have done more to save him, to stop him from being disintegrated. Maybe if she had been good enough he could have stayed with her. It’s all on her.

Korrin must sense the cloud of darkness that assaults her thoughts because he grabs Keyleth into a tight hug. Fuck the guards and anyone watching, Keyleth knows is what her father is thinking. He’s right. In this moment, she’s not the Voice of the Tempest, she’s just Keyleth, a young woman who had her life taken away from her, and Korrin would be in the ground before he allowed anyone to say anything otherwise. But no one bats an eye or even dares to look their way. Keyleth’s face might be buried in her father’s embrace, but she still hears the guards’ footsteps leaving, growing quieter and quieter until it’s just the sound of the wind rustling the leaves of the cherry tree behind her, the low, muffled sob Keyleth finally releases, and Korrin’s sniffle against her head. 

 Keyleth doesn’t know what comes next or how she’s supposed to take on the mantle and lead her people when the one person she needs the most at her side is gone. She doesn’t know if she’s ever going to be able to return to her house and see the spare pair of boots that Vax always left by the door—one always askew on the floor, even though Keyleth scolded him everyday before she righted it—or the training daggers hidden in every nook and cranny. Keyleth chuckles wetly at the idea of finding daggers and weapons hidden everywhere years down the road when she thought she had found them all. Maybe one day she can look back at the fond memories of Vax hiding daggers in the umbrella rack or behind the couch cushions and smile, but today she cries because he’s not there anymore to replace the blade Keyleth took from its hiding spot in the fertilizer bin once she realized she’d forgotten her gardening knife. Vax will not be there anymore to scold her for dirtying his blades with manure, or tease her for using Whisper (which rarely left his belt) to peel potatoes in the kitchen. 

Maybe tomorrow will be better, maybe next year it will hurt less, maybe the next decade will bring her solace, but today, in this moment right now, all Keyleth wants to do is let grief consume her. She will pick up the pieces later, but for now… let her shatter.