#love island angst

[zosanbrainrot]

part 2 of Zoro in WCI

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I tried to write something to sum up my thoughts on this, but then it got longer and longer and tbh I'm itching to write a fic set in this AU djjdkf I think I could develop on their inner feelings more than in the comic form

Before posting the first part I didn't realize people had such strong opinions on how this would play out lmaooo

imo, of course Zoro wants to fight Sanji, not with actual intent to harm (they threaten each other on the daily, come on), but because that's how they are together, how they communicate. He respects Luffy's decisions and their goal here, which is to learn what's really going on with Sanji, but he's gonna be pissy about it all he wants. They both have so many intense and conflicted feelings about this and neither has any idea how to resolve them. So they fight.

ofc yall are free to headcanon this interaction any other way you want <333

[solzscribblez]

haikyuu love island

a set of mini-series about the haikyuu boys on love island...

the islanders:

ushijima wakatoshi (26), professional volleyball player

iwaizumi hajime (27), athletic trainer - coming soon!

bokuto koutarou - coming soon!

sakusa kiyoomi - coming soon!

miya osamu - coming soon!

miya atsumu - coming soon!

suna rintarou - coming soon!

matsukawa issei - coming soon!

kozume kenma - coming soon!

akaashi keiji - coming soon!

oikawa tooru - coming soon!

more coming soon!

shoutout to @reignsaway for listening to me build this in your dms for the past week!!

lmk if there's any characters you want to see here! i plan on adding more as i come up with stories for them.

dividers from @/strangergraphics

[ghostatrandom]

“Oh what if the code tricks Jaiden pretending to be Bobby” OKEY AND WHAT ABOUT JAIDEN’S EMPATHY FOR THE REJECTED? HER ABILITY TO FIND THE GOOD IN THE SO CALLED EVIL HUH??!!

I cannot be stopped somehow I’m gonna found family my way to death

[smambaa]

i was eating this shit UPPP, maybe im js a sucker for angst but i was kicking my feet and wiggling my toes cheesing at how passionately hurt they both clearly are. #TeamSordell til my very last breath 🫡💯

[loudlittleecho]

Danny Phantom Prompt: Too Late to Save Them

Ok! There are similar concepts floating either around here or AO3 (or both), but I haven’t been able to find this particular angst path. (Though I’m sure it’s around)

So!

Canon Divergence After TUE (The Ultimate Enemy)

Danny fought his evil self, but was too late to save his family. Clockwork didn’t reverse time to save them— they were always meant to die. It was their “time.”

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“NO!” 

Danny was flown backward from the explosion, his body hurtling along with the rubble. 

The rubble. 

When the dust settled he heard sirens in the distance. Saw. . . a torn red beret beside his foot.

Tucker. 

Sam. 

His. . . 

Family. 

Distraught, confused, exhausted, Danny notices a woman crouched down beside him. She’s speaking to him, but he can’t hear her; there’s a dull buzz all around him, and the world seems more. . . narrow. It’s hard for him to focus on what he’s seeing. 

And then she. . . freezes. 

The world freezes in time. 

The ghost, Clockwork, is floating behind her. He has his hand out, waiting for something. His expression unreadable, but Danny understands. 

His fingers lightly grasp the thermos holding his future self. As though in a trance, he lifts it up to Clockwork. Gives him the thermos. 

Clockwork accepts it, continues looking at him impassively. 

Resumes time. 

. . . 

The days go by. He is released from the hospital in the care of a caseworker. She is talking to him gently, but he doesn’t hear what she’s saying. 

He's had many people talk to him, so many people gazing at him with pity. He can't be bothered to care.

He is led to a car, someone buckles him in. The car begins driving, and soon is parked in front of Fenton Works.

His home. 

The caseworker is saying something. . . Something about his aunt Alicia. He ignores her, walking into the house. 

Into the lab. 

He hears her scurrying after him.

Ignoring her cries of alarm, he goes into the portal. 

… 

He floats in the ghost zone. A few ghosts attempt to banter with him, push him around; but noticing his non reaction, leave him be. 

He can’t go home. Can’t go to Vlad. He has to keep his humanity to prevent becoming a monster. 

But how can he keep what he can’t feel?

He’s lost them all.

But he can keep his promise. 

“Don't worry. I won't turn into that. Ever. I promise.”

He floats further and further into the ghost zone. 

[dwightschrute11]

sebastian and mc after the scriptorium + Ignorant ordeal

[zero-is-nebulous]

Something...something...tragic one sided sonknux angst...something...

[1000sunnygo]

I was trying to make a point but words were difficult so I decided to doodle instead

[reijuism]

i love pain

[grimcatician]

I keep thinking about Riku picking the paopu fruit in KH1 and giving it to Sora and that having been his not-so-subtle way of trying to share it with him…..

This was Rikus 13th reason I think

[apocalyptichearts]

some miscellaneous resident evil text posts <3

credits — unknown || phillippa gregory, the other boleyn girl || alice notley, in the pines || alexi kaye campbell, the pride || richard siken, crush || mary oliver, invitation || alice munro, lives of girls and women || richard siken, you are jeff || gillian flynn, sharp objects || sarah ruhl, eurydice

[jiafeick-merriproduct]

ME WHEN POST-ISLAND FORGIVENESS <3 (+ bonus jalph kiss)

[solzscribblez]

season 1, episode 3: avocado toast

OR ushijima attempts to make you avocado toast

wc: 923

ushijima love island masterlist

haikyuu love island masterlist

a/n: this is lowkey just like a quiet little fluff moment i wrote while procrastinating my homework. oops! theres literally no plot here

The early morning light seeped gently through the gauzy curtains of the villa, casting a soft, golden glow that danced across the room. The tranquil sound of waves gently lapping at the shore, coupled with the occasional rustle of palm leaves in the gentle breeze, created a serene and calming atmosphere. 

You stirred from your sleep, awoken by the cool, empty space beside you that Ushijima usually occupied. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, you sat up slowly, your senses gradually awakening to the quiet stillness of the villa. The absence of Ushijima was unusual, and a spark of curiosity nudged you out from under the covers. As you swung your legs over the side of the bed, your bare feet made soft, muted sounds against the cool tiles, each step a gentle reminder of the morning’s early hour.

The villa, typically bustling with the vibrant (and stressful) energy of the day, was now enveloped in a calm hush, save for the faint, soothing sounds of the morning as you made your way to the kitchen.

The kitchen was bathed in the soft glow of morning light. Ushijima stood at the counter, his broad shoulders slightly hunched over the task at hand. You paused at the entrance, taking a moment to observe Ushijima (and thank whatever god was out there for his lack of shirt) as he worked dutifully with a combination of determination and endearing clumsiness. His movements, though earnest, were clearly not those of a seasoned chef. The avocado toast he was preparing was a delightful mess—some slices slightly burnt, the avocado unevenly spread, and a few pieces looking more like experimental art than breakfast.

A smile tugged at your lips as you watched him, the sight of his focused expression and the slight furrow of his brow making your heart flutter. “Good morning,” you said softly, your voice still heavy with sleep but imbued with warmth and affection. Ushijima turned to face you, his eyes lighting up with a mixture of surprise and tenderness.

“Morning,” he replied, his voice carrying a hint of shyness. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I thought I would make you some toast.”

You stifled a yawn, rubbing your eyes as you moved closer to him. “You didn’t wake me,” you murmured, your sleepy smile growing as you reached out to touch his arm. “I just noticed you weren’t beside me.”

A faint flush of pink colored Ushijima’s cheeks as he shifted slightly “My apologies,” he said earnestly, “I wanted to surprise you. I’m not very good at cooking, but I thought I’d try to do something nice for you.”

You risked a look at the avocado toast, the uneven spread and slightly charred edges only adding to the charm of his effort. Gently, you reached around his torso, wrapping your arms around his midsection, basking in the warmth his skin provided in the cool morning air.

 “It’s really sweet of you,” you said softly, your eyes meeting his with genuine appreciation. “I love it.”

His eyes softened as he glanced down at the toast and then back at you. “I’m glad you think so,” he said, his voice bashful. “I don’t think it turned out that well.”

You moved closer to him, his presence providing a comforting anchor in the quiet morning. “It’s perfect,” you assured him, leaning in to place a kiss against his shoulder blade. 

You watched quietly from your position behind him as he clumsily finished preparing the toast. The soft sounds of the villa- the distant chatter of birds, the gentle hum of the morning breeze- only added to the peaceful moment. As Ushijima placed the toast on a tray, his focused expression softened into one of affection and contentment, the crease between his brow finally relaxing as he took you in.

“Would you like to take it back to bed?” Ushijima asked, his eyes meeting yours with a small smile. “I was going to bring it to you there. I know you’re probably still tired.”

You smiled sleepily, feeling a wave of warmth at his thoughtful consideration. “That sounds perfect,” you said, stifling a well-timed yawn. “I’m definitely still feeling a bit tired.”

With a gentle smile, Ushijima carefully arranged the breakfast items on the tray, ensuring everything was secure as he followed you back to the bedroom, the low morning light now streaming softly into the shared bedroom. Ushijima set the tray down over his legs as he settled back into the warmth of the bed. ensuring everything was in its place before he helped you settle back under the covers with him.

The bed was invitingly warm, a haven of softness and comfort in the early morning breeze. You pulled the covers up around you, nestling into the plush fabric with a sigh of contentment. You leaned back into Ushijima, savoring the warmth and feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he wrapped an arm gently around your waist, his presence a soothing weight beside you. You reached for a piece of avocado toast, munching quietly on your breakfast as you watched the sun creep up through the curtains. 

You ate together quietly, savoring the simple warmth between the two of you. Ushijima’s thoughtful gesture, despite his limited cooking skills, made the morning feel uniquely special. Even when the lights flicked on, signaling the start of a new day, you simply closed your eyes for a moment longer, allowing yourself to fully embrace the warmth of Ushijima’s embrace and the domesticity of the moment.

dividers from @/strangergraphics

[mrsbsmooth]

New Chapter Posted

Amelia looked up, her voice quiet. “You ever hear that saying ‘be yourself; no one else can be you as well as you can!’?”

He nodded.

“It’s bullshit,” she whispered. “That person doesn’t have an identical twin.”

Amelia pulled her knees in close to her body. She wrapped her arms around them as if she was freezing. He’d never seen her look so exposed. She stared at the wall a few feet in front of her.

“Do you have any idea what it’s like to be second-best at being yourself?”

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[sweetmaggie]

Re-reading "Anne of the Island" and uh oh scene of the first proposal 😳😳😳

[afejcy]

Would it be outrageous to assume that qbbh isn't healing properly anymore? What with his skin having seemingly open wounds that haven't changed in a while now.