#i teared up at the end there ngl

[sophfandoms53]

Nothing else matters except seeing Loona starting to embrace Blitz as a her dad🥹

[mintjeru]

is it such a sin to want to live?

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my shop is open!!

[mazojo]

Haru the mother you are !!

[roseofcards90]

I know I talked a lot about the Amane and Kotoko parallels and how they’re literally just a pokemon evolution chain like other people have pointed out, but I swear the Amane and Kazui parallels also make me sob 😭

Two magicians having to hide their true selves just so they can be accepted and loved…Amane looking up to her father despite his absence in her life…Kazui saying that he would make Amane a part of his family because children were the most distant in his own…Kazui being like one of the only people to treat Amane normally and not talk down to her just because she’s a child…there’s something tragic about having the oldest and youngest paired together and they’re both dealing with the same pain, it’s like even when you grow up, that pain will still hurt you. The pain isn't restricted because of age, it just continues to stay with you and hurt you, affecting your relationships and how you begin to view yourself. Because suddenly, "I need to be a good girl so I can continue to be loved" now becomes "if only I could just be normal, if only I could change myself so I didn't have to live by a lie in order to be accepted by the people I love" 😭

also this timeline convo is adorable what if I cried rn

[telekineticseance]

MASTERPIECE

pairing: joe cooper x nb/gn! reader

summary: you caught coop cheating and he doesn't know how to handle you leaving him

genre: angst

word count: 1879

cw: cheating, drinking, they/them pronouns for reader

author’s note: HEAVILY inspired by masterpiece by motionless in white if you haven't listened then you should because it was on repeat as i wrote this

All the stupid lies and the stupid games

Left a vacancy in this picture frame

A prisoner by my own hands

'Cause if I can't have me, then no one can

His eyes watched as he pulled away from the girl he was with. The girl who wasn’t you. The girl he told you that you had nothing to worry about. “She was just a girl.” He watched as you stood in the doorway to the locker room, hand over your mouth, tears filling in your eyes. He quickly climbed out of the hot tub and tried to chase after you. He grabbed the closest towel and yelled for you as you ran down the hall, but by the time he reached the hallway you were leaving out the door.

“Fuck!” He knew he fucked up. He knew he shouldn’t have lied. He knew he shouldn’t have done what he did. What he had been doing. He walked back to the locker room and started grabbing his things, seeing the picture of you two in his cubby. The one he kept close for good luck, the one he wouldn’t even let Remer touch in fear that it would wash away the luck. It was almost as if the picture meant nothing now, he knew that. The girl walked over from the hot tub, wrapping her arms around him before he pulled away, “You’ve gotta go.”

“What do you mean go? We haven’t even done anything yet?” She asked, running her finger down Coop’s torso, practically twirling the hairs from his chest as she did so. He lightly grabbed her wrist, dropping the hand to her side, “I said go. You’ve ruined everything and I want you to go.” He practically spat at the girl before turning back and laying the photo face down. He heard the girl behind him scramble for her clothes before the door of the locker room slammed shut.

He walked out of the locker room and went to his shared house where Remer and Squeak also lived, and on occasion where you would stay. Especially after games. He walked to the fridge, grabbing a beer before slamming the fridge shut. He knew he couldn’t blame the girl. And he couldn’t blame you. He could just blame himself.

I need to heal what I inflict

But I'll burn that bridge when I get to it

As I play roulette with a broken gun

I confess these sins with a sharp and spiteful tongue

“You have to talk to them.” Remer spoke up, breaking the silence. Coop had barely left the couch after that night in the locker room. There was basically an ass indent on one of the cushions, he even slept on the couch. Knowing if he went to his room, your scent would be on the pillow, the blankets, hell even the clothes he would wear would have your scent on it. He would look at the phone every hour, hoping it would ring and it would be you, wanting to talk. Because he was too much of a pussy to do it himself. Afraid you’d ignore the call or afraid you wouldn’t want to hear him out.

What was there to hear out? “I cheated. Well almost. But I lied. I told them there was nothing to worry about and yet I was in the hot tub and they saw it.” Coop said, looking over at Remer. His roommate let out a sigh, Remer didn’t have much experience in the game of women but he knew what not to do, and cheating was definitely in the top three. Coop felt Remer give him a pat on the shoulder, “I don’t know dude. I do know that if you don’t talk about it at all. Nothing will happen.”

Coop shrugged, taking another swig from the beer bottle, emptying it before setting it in the trash with the pile of others, “I’ll get to it eventually. I just need to think about what to say.”

So how do I apologize

And put the tears back in your eyes

When every canvas that I paint

Is a masterpiece made of my mistakes?

Coop stared at the notebook paper in front of him, it was surrounded by wads of other pieces of notebook paper that he had torn out and thrown to the side because he felt like it wasn’t the right thing. He had been rehearsing his apology over and over again, writing down different strategies to go about it.

It had officially been a week since the incident and the look on your face kept playing on repeat in his head. The tears welling in your eyes before you ran, the last image he had in his head. The last time he saw you.

He sighed before ripping out the piece of notebook paper, crumbling it into a ball, and then throwing it in the pile with the others. He ran his hand through his bleached blonde hair, the roots had grown out a bit longer than normal, usually you would help him with that but you weren’t there this time to do it. He hated every draft he wrote, feeling like it wasn’t enough or it was too much. He didn’t know what to do. He had never been in this situation before where he needed to apologize for being an idiot. Because that’s what he had been. An idiot.

Outlined in guilt, my portrait stares

In a gallery where the walls lie bare

As I modernize my antique ways

True colors can't escape the brush of fate

He stared in the mirror in the locker room, his hair was a disheveled mess and his eyes were puffy and red from the emotions he finally let out. He still hadn’t heard from you and he didn’t blame your decision on that. His roots still hadn’t been touched up, even with both Remer and Squeak offering to take your place but he refused. He didn’t want anyone else to do it. He wanted you to do it.

He wanted you to be in the crowd tonight, cheering him on, wearing his extra jersey. He wanted to be able to dedicate every shot to you, and dedicate the winning game to you. But he couldn’t because you weren’t there tonight. He didn’t know where you were at all. He just knew that he was by himself now. Despite what Remer told him, you weren’t there. You had slowly become his other half, he felt as though your relationship was written in the stars.

“Coop, we gotta go.” Remer’s voice rang through the door of the locker room. “I’m coming,” He said softly before taking one last look in the mirror, fixing a button on his shirt and then walking out of the locker room.

So how do I apologize

And put the tears back in your eyes

On every canvas that I paint

Is a masterpiece made of my mistakes?

He looked around the stadium, hoping to see you. Hoping you would still come despite everything. When he didn’t see your face he sunk back to the dugout, plopping himself in his spot next to Remer. He knew the time was running out, if it hadn’t already. It had been almost two weeks and neither of you had said a word to one another since the incident. Remer had talked to you, but he wouldn’t tell Coop what was said. Just the same thing of, “You’ve got to talk to them.”

He sighed when his name was called to the plate, he stepped up, not even caring if he picked up his lucky La-Z-boy ball or to do his little kick that you loved. He took a deep breath closing his eyes to make his shot, “Hey Coop! Is that your girlfriend?” The opposing player spat out, Coop shot his eyes open looking in the direction of where he pointed, revealing you in the crowd. He immediately dropped the ball, making the referee count it as a shot as he stared, not even caring about the point he lost.

You were there.

Illustrate all my pain

And set it all ablaze

Burn

And set it all ablaze

“Where are you going? You could cost us the game if you leave now.” Remer grabbed Coop’s arm as he tried running out the closest exit. “I’m going after them.” He said, forcing Remer’s grip off before forcing himself out the exit.

He didn’t care if he lost the game or if the team had to forfeit. He knew what he had to do. He wanted to see you. He wanted to hold you. He didn’t want to let you go. He wanted you, and all of you.

So how do I apologize

And put the tears back in your eyes

When every canvas that I paint

Is a masterpiece of my mistakes?

He called your name out in the parking lot, seeing you walk to your car. You stopped in your tracks, turning around to look at him. “Don’t go,” He pleaded, taking steps closer to you. He was still in his uniform, once the two of you made eye contact, you quickly turned around and made your way out of the stadium. He didn’t want you to leave so he left immediately, catching you just in time.

You slowly looked down at your shoes as he walked closer. “I don’t know what to say. I’ve been thinking about it for the last two weeks and everything I think of makes me a bigger idiot than I already am. I fucked up. I hurt you.” He said, as he continued walking closer to you. “I just know that I need you. I realize that without you I’m practically nothing. You’ve changed me and made me a better man.”

“You lied to me Coop, you fucking told me that there was nothing to worry about when I asked you about her weeks ago!” Your voice was cracking as you tried to hold your ground, and you were right. He told you exactly that.

And in the light of my demise

I see my failures in your eyes

Every canvas that I paint

Is a masterpiece made of my mistakes

He walked close to you, seeing your eyes from the streetlights in the parking lot, seeing them full of disgust and anger as you looked up at him. He sighed, fighting back his own tears, “I just want a second chance. Please. I’ll never hurt you again. I just need a second chance.”

His own voice was cracking as he almost got down on his knees in front of you, begging you for a second chance. Begging for you to forgive him and at least start over. “I love you.” He whispered, the first time he spoke those words to you, and he meant them. He meant them with the entirety of his heart.

A tear rolled down your cheek as you looked at him, “I love you too Coop. But I can’t trust you. Not after you lied. I’m sorry.” You told him before you turned around, getting in your car. He watched you as you drove away from the parking lot, leaving him there with his own mistake.

[booksandpaperss]

A Look Inside Max Mayfield’s “last word” letters to the party: El

…

Hey El,

Gosh, it’s been so long since I’ve written those two words. Too long, really.

How are you? Are you.. are you doing okay? I know that’s a silly question considering the shitty circumstances of this letter but I hope you are, you deserve every good thing that happens to you. Even if that was me… leaving. Or, pulling away, I guess.

This vecna asshole better leave you alone. Tell him he better not mess with you. It doesn’t matter that I probably won’t be here soon, he better leave you alone. I’ll make sure he does. Somehow.

Shit, I’m so fucking sorry for not writing to you. I miss you so much, you have no idea. And now you’re not even going to see this until after… well. I’m not stupid, I know you miss me too, or… at least that you care, even though I tried to convince myself you didn’t. I got your letters, I read all of them. You’re too good for me El, way more than you even know. I know we technically haven’t known each other for that long but, you’re the best friend I’ve ever had. I feel like I’ve known you my whole life. I really wish I did, honestly. My life is better with you in it… it still is.

Lucas and Dustin and Steve, they’re all set on saving me, but this vecna guy… he’s really strong. He’s like you, with powers, but like, way less awesome of a person. I don’t think I’m going to make it. Is it selfish of me to wish you weren’t in California? Just so I could see you before I.. go? I’m glad you’re safe though. I just miss you, is all.

I have a bit of a confession. Multiple confessions, technically. And since this is like… my dramatic last words or whatever I should probably tell you. You’re my best friend, so if anyone should know, it’s you.

I’ve never really felt totally in with the party, you know? It was nothing they did, they’re great, really, even Mike. Don’t tell him I said this but I kinda get why you like him, under all his shit, sometimes he’s kinda sweet. Seriously please don’t tell him I said that, if I actually manage to live he’d never let me hear the end of it. Not that… well if you’re reading this that means I wouldn’t really, well. Be here.

Anyway, I got off topic, it’s so easy to do with you though and I wish we could talk more, and I miss you so much and I but anyway my point was, Mike and Lucas and Dustin and Will, they’ve all known each other for so long. They’re all so close and I’m just… I’m just here yknow? I’m just me.

But then I met you. Like, really met you. And I don’t mean when I just vaguely heard about you from Lucas and Dustin who talked about you like you were some otherworldly mystical sorcerer, and then saw you once right before you had to go off again to close a massive supernatural gate. I mean when I met you. And really… you were “just you” too. Just like me.

And El, you is so much. I don’t mean your powers, I just mean you, who you are. You got me, in a way no one else has, not even Lucas sometimes and that’s what and you didnt even have to say it, you just understood. We’re both outsiders, even with the party sometimes, but… never with each other.

El, you’re so fucking special to me. I hope you know that. Please know that. You’re more than your powers, than what you can do for other people, you’re just… so amazing, and supportive, and kind, and beautiful just as you.

Although, I guess if you’re reading this that means I’m not here so… you deserve to know. I think you’re beautiful, El. This is going to sound so cheesy but I really think you’re so beautiful, inside and out. Even when I’m not here, you can’t let anyone make you think otherwise okay? I know you won’t, you’re strong, without anyone else.

I wish I could say more but if I let this keep going I’ll be here all day, and I won’t get to our other friends letters, and then of course Mike would whine to you and Will about it, so I gotta save you guys from that. You’re just… I feel safe with you. Talking with you. Even if you’re not really here.

I’m sorry El. I’m so, so sorry. I’ll try to fight him okay? I wouldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t, because you don’t deserve this shitty letter as my last words to you. You don’t deserve any of this. Or me. I’m sorry.

Love,

Max

[eyrieofsynapses]

person: hey listen up. what if Sherlock Holmes were, you know, queer--

me: *sitting forward* I'm listening (actually I was on the same page years ago)

person: right! SO what if Sherlock and Watson were gay--

me: ...you've lost me.

so anyway. anyone with aroace Sherlock and/or queerplatonic Sherlock & Watson takes, hmu, everyone else go home. you're valid and ily, you're great, but also: idc

[xoxoemynn]

hi!! I am a super new fan of queer as folk, and have seen a lot of your meta posts in my recent flurry of searches for fellow fan thoughts, and ALSO your incredible master list of recs, and i wanted to say thank you for all that time and effort you put into it! i know it's like a whole thing to curate and compile and post lists like that, but honestly it has been incredible for me to read through! You have wonderful fanfic taste and it really was so generous of you to share your time on a task like the master list. So thank you from nearly ten years ago for so kindly benefitting me today!! We (new fans) stand on the shoulders of giants (og fans who put in all the elbow grease) for real. I hope all is well with you in your current fandoms and actual real life! Sending you all the best :)

Awwww this was such a sweet message to wake up to, thank you!! QAF will always hold a very special place in my heart and I love knowing there are still new fans discovering it and falling in love with the residents of Liberty Ave all the time. As they say, we came for the queer, and stayed for the folk. I hope you find many new stories and friends in the fandom; that's what it's all about.

And because it's the first day of Pride, you know I had to include this gif:

[2500ji]

watched a new episode of my comfort show and it fucked me up

[mossflower]

finished homestuck!! and adding it to my ever growing list of ‘media near-universally labelled as cringe that actually kinda slaps’

[clowningaroundmars]

with the amount of technical difficulties i have EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. i try to write and edit my stuff you'd honestly think the universe doesn't want me writing.

ugh.

[aliferousdreamer]

haven't been able to stop crying today 🥲

[gilded-gheists]

aha now imagine how fucked up Rand would be by himself dealing with what's happening in Galloway if the boys drifted apart after highschool.

Imagine Kian and Rolan hearing about what's happened in Galloway on the fucking news. and both seperately, at the same time, remembering of their old highschool buddies.

[galactiquest]

Favorite self-ship media right now:

This person's channel from the far off year of 2009, making videos of them and Millions Knives. This video, especially, gets to me.

Even all the way back then, Knives was loved... DOES HE KNOW HE'S LOVED?!??!?! DOES HE KNOW... DOES HE KNOW!!!!!!!

[will-york]

Legacy Part 3 || Elora's Story

William Yéil Lonning was born on a sunny afternoon in late November. His mother, Elora, and his father, Louis, cried the first time they held him in his arms. Elora had just celebrated her 19th birthday the month before and Louis would be turning 20 in a few months. It was just the two of them in that delivery room, neither of their families were the supportive type. Especially when they had decided to keep the baby. Especially when they had gotten married so young. But they had been in love. And William was the ultimate product of their love.

Raising a child however, required more than just love. Without family support and Elora staying home to take care of the baby, Louis was the one who had to do whatever he could to provide for their little family. It was tough and every few weeks something would go wrong and he'd be laid off or fired would force him to find something else. It wasn't so much that Louis had a temper, he just liked to argue his point. He wasn't a man who would raise his voice but his curiosity got the best of him and people often ended up being annoyed. Which often left Elora feeling like she could never settle into stability. They were either always moving to a new place or always trying to make a plan. Surviving, while also making sure their child survived.

There were good days. Days when Louis's last job gave him just enough that they could have a nice day out. Eat in the park with Will and whisper all the dreams they had for him. But even on those days, they'd see other families. With bright clothes and brand new cars. They'd compare themselves and know that it'd take a long time before they were able to get there. If they ever did.

Even with those bright spots, time were mostly hard and when William's first birthday came around and they were staying in a shelter, Elora cried all day. Not only for the state they were in but because of exactly what she knew they needed to do. A week after his first birthday, Elora dressed Will in a new outfit she had managed to swipe from the store, pressed a kiss to his head and left with Louis to give up their parental rights. They had fought about it, cried about it, but in the end, they had loved each other enough to know that it was the right decision. And thought their own relationship didn't last long past that date, there was no denying that what they had done was out of an act of love, not abandonment.

This was the story Elora told Will as they sat at that Diner for hours. There were several cups of coffee had, tears shed, some laughter and a depth of understanding that neither of them knew they were even capable of. She had asked if he would stay a few more days and he stayed the week, finding it fitting to spend the Mother's Day weekend with his mother. After two days in his hotel, he had checked out and stayed at his mother's place. He cooked breakfast with her in the morning and learned that she was better at poker than him. They had spent Mother's Day at the casino and Will learned that he and his mother were more alike than he had originally thought. In fact, he found that she was easy to like, easy to laugh with and more than anything, he could tell that she cared about him. It was a weird feeling, knowing that she was a stranger and yet somehow knew him before anyone else did. Will knew he would have a lot to process when he got home but he almost felt selfish for how well this trip had turned out. As if he hadn't deserved this kind of love but that didn't mean he shied away from it.

There was a part of him that didn't even want to leave. For a little while, he wasn't thinking about everything back home. He barely checked his phone aside from checking in with his Dads at night. He watched the rain from his mother's porch in the morning and walked around the neighborhood with her in the afternoon. She was someone who actually talked to her neighbors and she hadn't hesitated in telling any of them that he was her son. He was surprised to find that a few of them had already heard of him before now. They had used their winnings from the casino to have a fancy dinner and one night they sat in the living room and talked about her record collection, going through album after album.

She told him about Louis and Will didn't know how to feel when she slid him a piece of paper with his biological father's number and address. Louis and Elora hadn't seen each other in years but still talked at least once a year. Usually on Will's birthday. Will had thought so much about his mother, he hadn't even considered his father, let alone one that had actually worked so hard for him only to lose him. Elora had even given him pictures from that first year. He had them all packed away in his suitcase as he got ready to leave that morning.

Elora drove him to the airport and as they stood there, they both burst into tears before wrapping up each other in a tight embrace. Will hadn't known what to expect of this trip but now he didn't even know how to be the person he had been before it. He had learned so much, about himself, his own history that it had completely altered the fiction he had made up in his mind. The insecurity around abandonment. It didn't just go away over night but it had slowly started to release the grip it had on him. They wiped away each other's tears and Will made her promise to come visit. He'd buy her ticket. He wanted her to see his life, meet his friends and the people who had become his family. There was no going back, or leaving her really. She was with him now and he wasn't letting go of that.

He stayed with her as long as he could before getting on his plane. As it took off, he felt the tears in his eyes and he had to laugh at how much emotion had risen up in him this past week. He felt like he hadn't cried this much since Theo had taken them to see A Star is Born accidentally. The thought made him smile as he thought about the life he was going back to. It felt expanded in so many ways and he wasn't sure how he would adjust at all. Or find a way to still be present.

As the plane touched back down in Nevada, he felt a sense of peace come over him. He almost cried again but laughed it off, took some deep breaths and met his Dads at the baggage claim, leaning happily into their hugs. As he got into the back seat and listened to his father's questions, he realized he knew one thing for certain. And that was that love had always been present in his life. He hadn't been an after thought or a mistake. He had been loved. Every moment of his existence in the world. It was a greater gift than any money could buy.

[princekirijo]

Dude the fucking prowler colors used whenever Miles got upset!! Holy shit!

I KNOW I KNOW!!! I will probably have to watch it like several times because there was probably loads of details I missed but damn the spiderverse team never misses