#pls forgive

[troyssix]

no thoughts, just

the heartbroken, regretful, embarrassed "sorry" that newt says to thomas (well, everyone) after he goes "DON'T LIE TO ME." the ounce of letting it show that hey, he has the flare, it's making him terrible, and he hates it. the barely-there, please-help-me "sorry", after which he turns away in self-loathing and shame.

[satellitespinner]

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i don’t believe i should have to turn off anon asks because people are sending me rape threats and calling me out my name like im not a human with emotions. There are people who wanna use that tool to be kind, and spread positivity without being put in the spotlight. and thats FAIR.

if you think that things like that dont effect peoples emotions youre sadly mistaken, and might need to take a walk outside. im aware ive made mistakes in the past but thats long over now and it has been acknowledged many times.

you can block me, unfollow me, and even ignore me, but stop with the unnecessary insults. its getting rather ridiculous.

and for the record, if youre gonna make empty threats, do it w ur chest 😂

thanks gn.

[everyandanything]

iekjw,ed;fclk headcanon for the Born a Grease storyline after Darry got jumped, Soda started locking the front door. Darry's high school friends knew where they lived and it was too dangerous. All the gang understood and just learned to knock (or sleep in the lot). Darry never found out. - 🍦

Wait omg yes you’re so real for this. Apologies in advanced but I’m going to be yapping about this for a minute because I love this thought

Soda had never felt unsafe in his own home before Darry got jumped, but in the weeks that followed, he found himself lying awake half the night worrying about what lurked in the shadows. 

It’d never been a problem before because there had always been someone around to protect him; when he was a kid he had his parents, and after they died, well, he still had Darry. But seeing his brother get jumped reminded Soda that no matter how many times they said it, his brother wasn’t Superman, not really. And as much as he hated to admit it, it had shaken his faith to see his once invincible brother so thoroughly beaten down, even if it wasn’t a fair fight.

The only thing that seemed to soothe his worries was locking the doors. He was embarrassed to do it at first. They’d never had a problem before keeping them unlocked, and the rational part of him knew they probably wouldn’t have one now. But that didn’t matter. All Soda could imagine as he lay awake at night was Darry’s friends coming back for another round. They knew where Darry lived, right? What if they decided they weren’t finished? What if they decided they wanted to take away the last line of defense Soda had left in this world? They’d nearly killed him before, what was stopping them from doing it now? 

So after he was sure everyone was asleep, he’d sneak down the hall and turn the deadbolt, the soft click in the night soothing his worries, then he’d get up early in the morning to unlock them again before Darry left. It wasn’t perfect, and Soda couldn’t keep it secret forever, but for the first time in weeks, he could at least get a few hours of sleep. 

Soda didn't even think to mention it to the guys, and if he was honest, he didn’t want to, but then Two-Bit came over one night after he’d had a bit too much to drink and started pounding on the door, unable in his drunken haze to understand why the Curtis’s front door no longer worked. He made enough racket to wake the whole damn neighborhood, and Soda realized his mistake.

By some miracle, Darry didn’t wake up, but Soda nearly ripped Two-Bit’s head off when he dragged him inside.

The next morning when Soda came tiptoeing down the hall to unlock the door, he was met with Two-Bit sitting up on the couch, sober, if perhaps a little hungover, giving Soda a worried look.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Soda laughed, but it didn’t sound quite right. “Ain’t nothing, man, the neighborhood’s just been rowdy lately, you know?”

Two-Bit’s expression softened, and he said quietly, “Soda, what’s going on?”

Soda didn’t know what it was about that moment, maybe it was the gentle look in his friend’s eye, maybe the words were just simpler to say in the mist of the early morning, or maybe Soda was just so damn tired of keeping it all in, but he found all his fears and worries of the past month spilling out of him; worrying about Darry, worrying his friends would come and finish the job, worrying that if they did, there was nothing Soda could do to stop it.

Somewhere along the way Two-Bit got up and pulled Soda over to the couch, and when finally he ran out of words, Soda apologized.

Two-Bit gave him a bewildered look. “What the hell are you sorry for?”

“I know this is where you guys crash, maybe we can figure some sort of system out or something. Like you could come knock on my window instead! Well actually, that won’t work either, I don’t want to wake Pony up. We could—”

But Two-Bit shook his head before Soda could spiral further, “Don’t worry about us man, we’ll figure something out.”

“But–” 

“I’m serious Soda, it ain’t nothing.”

A few days rolled by and Two-Bit came back with Soda’s house key plus two copies he’d had made (never mind that Soda didn’t even know they had a house key). When Soda gave him a confused look, Two-Bit shrugged and said, “For me and Steve. We can still get in, you can keep the door locked. It’s a win win.”

Soda stared at the keys in his hand, touched by the gesture, but unsure how to say it. “What about the rest of the hood? Hell, Curly Shepard slept on the couch for a month straight a while back. Where will they go?”

Two-Bit waved him off, “They know the deal, don’t worry about it.”

“I don’t want it to be a problem for anyone,” Soda said.

Two-Bit gave him a look so serious Soda didn’t know what to do with it, not from his friend who was usually quick to a smile and had enough jokes to fill a phone book. “I’m telling you, Soda, it ain’t a problem. You gotta look after your brother. Everyone else can figure it out.”

Soda paused, another thought worrying him. “If Darry ever finds out–”

Two-Bit rolled his eyes and gave him a light punch in the shoulder. “He won’t. Will ya get it through that thick head of yours? Me and Steve got it covered.”

Soda looked at the front door, then at the keys still in Two-Bit’s hand. After a moment he nodded. For the first time in weeks, he felt something settle. Maybe they could make it through this with his friends’ help, he thought. Maybe, eventually, they’d be okay again.

[knoxcarrigan]

WHERE: the flurry festival, december 17 WHO: open!

Knox was decidedly not in the Flurry Festival spirit. In fact, as he looked around at the people openly laughing, in various stages of celebration, it frustrated him.

People died. People they knew.

Callousness hardened him against them, found him meandering in circles further and further away from the Nativity scene he'd been volunteered to set up before the first performance later tonight. Last year, he would have been the first one there, obediently staging, filling the manger with hay, and tying down the giant cross that loomed over them all like a bad omen.

But of course he'd been spotted, roped in by Mrs. Danbury's lipstick-smeared toothy smile, and led back to the very place he couldn't seem to get away from.

So now he stood, hands on his hips, looking down at the cross laid out before him. For a moment, he imagined what it might feel like to destroy it, to watch it crack under his knuckles. It was such a violent, unexpected thought that he had to physically take a step back. And then another.

And then he was backing up right into another body. Immediately he turned, cheeks ruddy with embarrassment, to apologize. "Pardon," he said, dipping his head. When he looked up again, he'd slipped back into his well-worn mask, a boyish, if not sheepish, grin curling at the corners of his mouth. "Hey, actually, y'think you could help me with somethin' real quick?"

[v2aattemptsart]

Drew this to cope while watching the election despite the fact I have classes early tomorrow and it's currently 4:30 am

Basically how this scene went:

Scene is from chp. 36 of @tunafishprincess 's amazing fic Blue Moon Rising

It's one of my all time favorite ToA fics so you should definitely give it a read if it's something you're interested in lol

(Singular frames below cut)

[edgeray]

hi guys im not dead, its just taking me forever. im not even going to make a deadline bc i prolly won't reach it anyways but trust im working 😭 might not do this again, or at the very least start way earlier bc wtf. why is it so intimidating to write this quality now. i can write 1-3k words in one day but im writing like 500 words per day because im being nitpicky with the words???? why do i have to describe things 🥹 why is my writing style like this.... anyways not giving up on this because I'm too far deep but know im very sorry for taking so long 😭i swear the smut will be hot af and if not, sue me.

me wanting to show everyone this banger scene that i wrote vs not doing that bc spoilers are lame vs craving validation because it's been 2 weeks since i've posted

[coffeecities]

max “eldest child who tends to be a bit more careful about real life but will def be more aggressive at work/sports and generally doesn’t care about social media because he can’t be bothered to keep up with so many of them + he’d rather spend time with his cats” verstappen

and

charles “middle child who can be a little reckless in real life and just as aggressive at work/sports and is so connected to the world of social media and waves to random animals he sees on the streets all the time” leclerc

is a very good combo tbh

[luctumvigilantes]

@nekrotisch || LIKED for a STARTER Inspired by Spotify SONG: Voices of Doom - Mono Inc.

"Listen---" A hand raises, a single finger half-pointed toward the stagnant air of the tomb buried deep within the halls of the Necropolis. At such a depth, ones footsteps were swallowed by the darkness, their echo lost to the machinations of the void that ebbed itself into the very stone that constructed rooms and hallways around them. Candlelight, no matter how bright, does little to gnaw through the obscurity and 't is only Veilfire or the beauty of a wisp that allows once to traverse the uncertainty of those complicated concourses without falling to the nightmares that lurk quietly. "... Do you hear them?"

The hand he had raised ushered his wisp companion closer and his own poise scarce moved more than a single step ahead of company for he wished for neither to become harmed while on their small expedition.

"It is... unlike Myrna to leave something so important so far down here." A brief glance is given toward his company, looking past her to make certain they were not being followed by anything untoward. "The sooner we retrieve it and get out, the better. There are spirits of a type down here we, in the priesthood, have taken to calling whispers. Because of how they are unseen but will caress your very consciousness with the intent to get you to very slowly lower your guard to them. And then-? They over-take your consciousness like a parasite."

It is best, he thinks, to explain despite such information oft not being afforded to many. That some of the deeper depths housed creatures or spirits unlike anything anyone has ever seen is no particular secret, but the specifics were. Given circumstances, however, he thinks it best to be informed.

"Regardless, if you begin to hear whispering, let me know - - and above all else; ignore it. I'll keep you safe - - -you simply have to be hoenst."

[divergent-paths]

I wanna read your comic very badly, but I am begging you, please make a masterpost and pin it, there is so much scrolling

Dia: "For a while now?" Taz: "So were you gonna' tell me about 'Master Posts' or was I just supposed to figure that out by myself?" Dia: "Oh, yeah, I should've suggested a master post but it hadn't occurred to me yet lol" Taz: "...I have never felt so old and out-of-date right now. ;u;"

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I am sorry you had to beg. :') Before making this blog, it had been about 5-6 years since I was last on Tumblr and I'm still finding weird new features and functions changed from when I was last here, not to mention general site etiquette/standards on social media is hard for me to observe and figure out sometimes. The ever-reliable @diamondphantom will be helping me grab links/write it out, so a master post is on the way!

[morrisxn02]

✍︎ @nataliavega

He really wanted to leave. Loud music, louder freshmen, dim lighting that made him squint to adapt whenever he wanted to look at his phone. Jesus, he was getting old… Or maybe he just really wanted to leave. Neon glowsticks, solo cups, annoying conversations, two stereos playing different songs at the same time, Natalia Vega–? Had she been there before? His wandering eyes had to go back to her for confirmation, and then they lingered on her sight for a few seconds. Well, maybe he could stay just a little bit… As he walked across the room to her, he snatched two beers from a cooler on the way. “You know, I was starting to think you were trying to avoid me…” He said, approaching her from behind, a mischievous smile on his face, as he childishly hoped that he might catch her by surprise and spook her.

[ech0h]

UNWANTED / past, around seven years ago with @adoeration “i just don’t get what you see in the guy.” this isn’t something new. ilwoo has reiterated this point more than a handful of times by now. it nearly sounds like one of those chants he can’t stop, the words unfolding out from his tongue like a paper-chain trick from a hack magician without meaning to. except this one’s done with purpose. he really doesn't get it. him. them, as a concept. gaeul and her husband-to-be. she’s in some state of getting ready, juxtaposed by ilwoo decidedly not. his jeans have a hole through the knee, and he thrifted his t-shirt a good couple years ago. it nearly feels like paper at this point, a sheet of it that was run through the washer. “there’s still time, you know, to not…” he trails off, emphasizes his point instead by waving a hand in the air ambiguously. a choose your own adventure presented to gaeul, only without any of the options. the only stipulation being: not this one. it’s not that he’s terrible, really. it all just feels too soon. off. like jamming together puzzle pieces that don't fit just because they’re all sort of the same color. “what do you even see in him?” this isn’t the first time ilwoo’s asked this question, either. it’s just, he’s never gotten a response he finds satisfactory. there’s a whole slew of words you can use to describe someone as bland, and gaeul’s never used any of them. so he keeps setting up the question, like eventually she’ll find the right word, the word that matches the picture ilwoo’s constructed of him in his head. he leans back in the chair he’s on, far enough that his head thumps against the wall. he aims his eyes up at the ceiling instead of gaeul’s face. he’s sure she’s not happy with him. lately and she’s not really been much aside from annoyed. it’s his own fault, but his opinion keeps leaking out of him like a crack in the bottom of a broken vase. unwanted.

[saltpepperbeard]

send this to all your favourite moots and pass the pumpkin round! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING 🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃

YEAH WELL, UNO REVERSE, KAITLIN BABE 🖤🎃🖤🎃

[weightedblankettt]

LOOKING FOR TUMBLR MUTUAL FOLLOWERS MANE!!! My name is Blanket and I am a MINOR first and foremost… Umm, I’m a writer/gacha user/video editor kind of and i really like fanganronpas, milgram, project sekai kind of, and death games in general! follow me if you like i also have some roleplay blogs so. cool! you’ll never find them. probably. hopefully.

this is my ship list and these are my favorite characters

follow maybe

[turbulcncx]

anyone want a lil thing while i try and get back into this?

[honey-leemon]

Sorry to anyone I haven't replied to in my DMs! It's either because

A) I think you're very cool and I am very nervous

or B) I have forgotten for so long that I'm worried it'll be weird if I message you now

You guys are awesome and I want to get to know people in the community, I'm just a fucking wreck with the short-term memory of a hamster

[lonely4lostlove]

In the realm of remorse, where regrets do reside,

I come before you, with humility by my side.

With words as my solace, I seek your grace,

In this heartfelt poem, forgiveness I embrace.

For in my thoughts, I know I've caused you pain,

And the guilt I carry, it drives me insane.

I hold no defense, no excuses to portray,

Just a sincere plea for forgiveness, I pray.

I acknowledge the mistakes that I have made,

The choices that brought our love to this cascade.

I look back on my actions with deep regret,

Realizing now the hurt I can never forget.

But in my heart, understand, it was never my intent,

To cause you heartache or make you lament.

I was blind to the consequences of my ways,

Now I long to make amends, through these words I convey.

Please forgive me, my love, for the tears I've caused,

For the sleepless nights and the dreams that paused.

I never meant to hurt you, I hope you believe,

In the depths of my sorrow, I genuinely grieve.

I humbly ask for a chance to make things right,

To heal the wounds and restore our love's light.

I promise to learn from the mistakes of the past,

To nourish our love and make it forever last.

For forgiveness is a balm that brings relief,

A chance to heal, to find sweet solace and belief.

With every fiber of my being, I beg you to see,

The remorse in my eyes and the love that still be.

So, my dear, please find it in your heart,

To grant me forgiveness, to make a fresh start.

Together, we can rebuild what we once had,

A love that triumphs despite the times gone bad.

With utmost sincerity and apology,

I offer my heart, my soul, and my humility.

Please forgive me, and let us find a way,

To move forward, hand in hand, each and every day.