#screams cries and wails

[timberedfir2048]

realized today was their birthday and locked in HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BABIES!!!! MY ACTUAL CHILDREN

[karda]

they are being so normal right now

[garuye]

It was the closest Dio ever had been to loving someone, the only thing he could do was break it

[just-another-colin-kinnie]

HEDIDNT DESERVE THAT.

[thecrispier0nion]

hey do you ever think about how martin was already in love with jon in s1 while jon was treating him like shit and then martin ended up locked in his apartment. alone. because of the corruption. aka the fear of toxic relationships, among other things. do you guys ever think about that

[holographic-mars]

crawls into ur inbox sniffling, crying

OURGHHH I AM IN SO MUCH PAIN. I AM IN SO MUCH PAIN BLIGHT. BLIGHT . OH GOD

Sobbing over the fact that Laserbeak knows something is wrong with Ravage and clearly wants her fixed too.

Their family. Their family blight. Their family is incomplete without ravage . SHE JEEDS TO BE THERE. NEVER SEPARATE THEM NEVER EVER EVERR

[sapphossidechick]

i am going to rip my intestines out and replace them with this book. someone sedate me i cant do this theyre so. god

[transsexualhamlet]

can't stop thinking about the fact that peter lukas was the one to take michael and gertrude to sanikov land. can you imagine how depressing and lonely and confusing that journey must have been to michael. how much peter would have loved michael. how he would probably joke to gertrude that if he weren't taking michael to his doom he'd be tempted to take the kid as his own. the nights he must have spent wondering if there was anyone else on the boat at all and if Gertrude had left him far behind

[crippled-peeper]

[raptorrobot]

hey has anyone else noticed that the minotaur REACHES UP TOWARDS THE SKY DURING ITS DEATH ANIMATION because i'm really not okay about it

(disabled blood & gore to make it easier to see)

[kissboybyler]

sometimes i’m sad and then i remember that this photo of maya’s hand exists-

this should actually be illegal what-

[large-baguette-112]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY

tumblr fried the quality i think but oh well <3 the them <3

AND WHAT IF I STARTED CRYING HELLO??????

THIS IS GORGEOUS OMG OMG OMG THANK YOUUUUYY RAAAAAAHFHSJDGDJGDGDJGDNDHDJD

[dawn-till-dusk0]

[skyward-floored]

So my conscious won and I returned the library book I was in the middle of so the multiple other people who have it on hold can read it

even though I only had 100 pages left

and one of the main characters was just betrayed

and they were in the middle of a battle

but whatever

Anyway if ANYONE HAS A WAY TO READ THE LAST 100 PAGES OF THE WAY OF KINGS BY BRANDON SONDERSON THEN PLEASE LET ME KNOW

[encantresse]

"Dorothea...?"

Disbelief mutes Caspar's voice down to an uncharacteristically soft volume. His heart hammers in his chest. He blinks. She's still there, war-torn but beautiful as ever.

"Dorothea!"

Her name scrapes from his throat loudly now, hoarse from all of the times he'd shouted it in the chaos of the fall. (Dorothea. Ferdinand. Edelgard. Bernadetta. Linhardt. All of them were etched into his vocal cords until they burned.)

He crashes into her in a whirl, arms wrapped tight around her. His breath hitches. He's not sure if it's laughter or sobbing that he's stifling into her shirt.

her first instinct is to fight back. there's an attempt to shove the person off, panic taking root as she recalls how those enemy mobs had charged them, and the men conjured by pasithee's magic, and how they'd grabbed at her, attempting to force her down—

—when that voice finally registers.

and then, blinking back the fear that clouded her, dorothea notices a familiar shade of cyan that could only belong to the boy she hoped she wouldn't have to mourn. the face she saw in those dreams, on the occasional nights when she didn't wake up in fits, wracked by guilt at how they'd managed to separate from him. wondering if he was alive or dead, if he was scared, if he could ever forgive them for moving on...

"...caspar?" she whispers hoarsely, a questioning note in her words before it occurs to her that this hold has only ever belonged to one person. the one whose smile always lit a room and whose laughter echoed down halls, making it impossible to ever feel lonely or unwelcome. the one who'd become like family in such a short span of time, a fellow black eagle and brother all in one.

"CASPAR-!"

it comes out as a wail at first, before devolving into a stream of laughter-turned-sobs as she wraps her arms around his torso and squeezes him, burying her face in his hair and not caring if she draws back puffy-eyed.

( there comes his name again, on her lips like a hymn. caspar, caspar, caspar! )

when she does manage to pull away, dorothea presses a kiss to his forehead and hastily wipes away the stream of free-flowing tears. "you're alive-! we were so worried. oh, caspar, we wanted to go back, but we couldn't. so much happened, and—"

another body-wracking sob, and he's pulled in once more.

"—you were all alone. we left you all alone. caspar, i'm so sorry."

[eiraeths]

it’s almost three am. ive finally hit 1k written and its not today anymore but i’m counting it anyway. i’m going to finish this stupid fucking chapter even if i throw my laptop out the window in the process