#so many emotions in this one shot

[peachymaryobrien]

Enough time passed! We need to bring this insanity back because how is this even real? Her hand gently rubbing his cheek... okay, gonna go jump off the window real quick

[piratespencil]

Oh that one shot was so good!! As much as I would have loved to see Veth be there for Caleb's closure with Trent, I think the fact that Luc was there was good for Caleb. Having that I need to keep this kid safe priority helped to distract him from Trent's manipulation, I think.

And Luc said it himself - Caleb is the good teacher that Trent never was. Luc is a living example to Caleb that he is not the man that Trent wanted him to be, that he is better than that. Caleb's teenage years were unsafe because of Trent; Luc's will be safe because of Caleb.

[dandelion-roots]

[ID: a digital drawing of Riz Gukgak from D20 fantasy high from the waist up. He looks like he's holding onto sanity by a thread and is covered in blood as he attempts to sew a finger back onto Biz's hand and says, ha ha, oopsie! End ID]

Damn man being 14 sure is tough... It's all just pimples this, brutally shooting off a classmate's fingers before figuring out he wasn't the mastermind and then immediately regretting it that...

[sukibenders]

jjk (specifically gojo x reader) writers immediately when 236 dropped:

[tragedykery]

‘I would like something in exchange,’ Tunuva said. ‘I would like you to tell me a story.’

‘What story?’

‘The one that matters most.’

the fact that it is siyu to tell the story in this book… while she’s the symbol of the “rot” and unbelief that has taken root in the priory at this time, while it is, in saghul’s words, “a fable to her.” just a story. in believing this, siyu is one of the major examples of the very thing the book warns against: the belief that stories are “just” stories—and, with that, the conflation of “being a story” with unimportance. while nothing could be more untrue! there are few things in this world (or in that of the priory) that are more impactful, more important than stories. stories are what people base their beliefs and behaviour on, their countries and religions and identities. sharing them is a beautiful way to connect with people, with a culture—but they’re also used to justify subjugation, oppression, and colonisation. violence and hatred. and THAT is the main point the series is trying to make.

[spock-smokes-weed]

I wanted to write just pure smut. but the more I think about "zoro and sanji try for another baby" the more I want to make it mushy and a little angsty

Zoro is my favorite because he's a character who revolves around strength and using that strength to carry the crew, so opening himself up to something as sentimental and soft as getting pregnant again, he becomes raw with a lot of emotions rushing to the surface.

[queen0fm0nsterz]

Reading my fave thin man and lady fic. Kicking my feet a lot because tbh. Sometimes a sad man really is just a weird woman's science project in a way that is so homoerotic

[pagesofkenna]

sorry to keep talking about homestuck music but like

do y'all know about that 'Longest Joke in the World' thing? it's like a 50k word story about a guy who gets lost in a desert and it goes on and on, it's so long but it's interesting, and when you get to the end it ends on a punchline that's legitimately funny but part of what makes it so funny is the fact that you had to get through this entire lengthy story to get there. like, you can find a short summary and it won't make it sound funny; forcing yourself through the long narrative gives you certain context to make the thing funny?

anyway, Homestuck is like the emotional reverse of that. all of Homestuck is a lengthy narrative giving you the context to make you ugly cry like a baby at Do You Remem8er Me. Remem8er is the emotional climax of the story and everything else is just wind down. it will be decades later and I will never be over Remem8er

[munsluyt]

i was thinking of the music billy would play if you were his girl, sleeping over on late nights, getting drunk, prancing around just in his worn out white tee, feverish kisses, billy watching you sleep, his heart healing as he falls in love- dear god excuse me while i douse myself in gasoline

this kicked me right in the fucking stomach

[leafy-m]

My stupid story is 20k now how I do make it stop 😵

[coralhoneyrose]

Done with the second draft of my piece for the fic exchange I’m participating in! Drastically overshot my target word count but no one is really surprised there.

It’s been strange working on something other than fake dating—haven’t written anything else since Chrobin week last year. But I should be able to make my second round of revisions to the exchange fic in the next few days and then I can dive into the new chapter! Hopefully the time away will have been good for me and I can go in feeling inspired and refreshed ✨

[fictionadventurer]

If I'm going to keep mentioning Lucretia Garfield's heartbreaking letter after James cheated on her during their engagement, maybe I should just share it.

*

Cleveland, September 1, 1857

My dear James:

Yes, mine forever, though a destiny cruel and relentless separate us as far as the east is from the west. Whatever our earthly relations may be, we are one and belong to each other, and in view of this truth I no longer fear to reveal to you every thought. I know that my motives will be understood however freely I may speak. The fear which has so long sealed my lips that James might construe any expression of my real thoughts and feelings into a design on my part to gain my own selfish ends no longer haunts me. I believe that you trust me now, and I know that in my own heart has been awakened that confidence which brought such sweet peace to my spirit two years ago. James, do you know that it was the withdrawal of that confidence in me which pressed home to this grieving heart the keenest dagger! How many many times I have felt that if you would only love me just enough to come and tell me all, I could endure to know the worst; but to see you shrink away from me as though you could not endure my presence, and hide from me the truth, was almost more than I could bear. May Heaven spare me from ever living again such hours of bitter anguish. Pardon me for alluding to them. It is the last time. They have told upon my heart the lesson I trust they were sent to teach. Their mission has been fulfilled; let them pass unnoticed no longer. I would much rather rest with you beside Erie's moonlit waters and feel my heart throbbing against you own, while I talk to you tonight. But I will not wait until it may be so blessed before saying some things so long unsaid.

James, the bright ideal of life and love which are here held up before us was indeed very beautiful; but was it the true one? Can the human heart hear the tests to which it may be submitted by it? I had hoped it might. Indeed, I had almost, yes, entirely trusted that a love as pure and deep as I believed ours to have been could never never meet with anything that could possibly turn it from its course or prove ever the slightest interruption. I was telling Mother this and remarked that it might be an error. Her reply was that if there was no danger of any such thing happening if two loving hearts could find only in each other all that would satisfy, there would have been no necessity for the marriage vow.

May be it is so. If there could be no temptation, no danger of turning to another, why register in Heaven the vow of constancy? I blame you for nothing, for whatever you may have done I believe your heart's faithfulness; and allowed the generous and gushing affection of your warm impulsive nature to go out in all its fullness toward another than the one to whom you had pledged your all. All innocently as this was done, I can not blame you, and could the effect which all the past of our intimacy might have over you be blotted out, I would say to you this hour, go and marry Rebecca; and hereafter trust not your heart so far. Rebecca is a good and noble girl, in many aspects far my superior but she loves you no better than Crete. If, however, you love her better, if she can satisfy the wants of your nature better, and more than all, if you can with her become a good and noble man in spite of all the Past, Crete can give you up. And pronounce upon your Love a sister's blessing. You told me that judgment prompted you to another course, that to feel yourself an honourable, generous man you must take me alone to your heart. Let feeling dictate whatever it might. I have thought I could never allow that, that I could never be your wife unless every feeling of your heart seconded the decisions of reason. Perhaps I asked too much, but, James, to be an unloved wife, O Heavens, I could not endure it. I am not exacting. It would excite no spirit of jealousy in my heart to know that my husband admired and even loved a thousand others, and know that they possessed traits superior to mine, but I do feel it to be my right to claim this sole assurance, that I am his choice; and that however much he may find to be more admired in others he will not turn away from me to them, but rather seek to correct my faults, and make me like them. I want to find in my husband that strength of love, which can steel itself against every attraction that might come between us, which will hold me nearest his heart in spite of every impulse which an ardent nature might feel. Now, James, I freely pardon any error your ignorance of the human heart may have led you to commit, but I do hope whatever course you may take that hereafter you will be more guarded for your own happiness if nothing more. It pains me to see you so miserable as you are at times, and sometimes I feel that I could dare almost anything, even for the hope of making you happy again. But could I--could I become your wife and see that best hope fail! Oh no, no, no. If it would not fail, may God help me to know it. Then I will make the trial. James, write to me very soon. Keep nothing back that is in your heart

[Update about daily life that I'll spare you from]

Yours most lovingly,

Crete

[thehappiestgolucky]

Ik it’s very late (at least for me) but I’d like to request if some people could prompt me into some Vigilante Tiso thoughts that i can wake up to

I just,,, i miss the au a lot,,,love them dearly just brains so busy,,,

[ghostliest-ghosty-ghost-bastard]

Hey guys, lovely day it is, just watched Good Omens season 2 !

Love does not exist trust is meant to be broken joy is inevitable lead to its end and nothing in life has ever been made of actual tangible matter it is all sand and flowing away till there is nothing left you can have all you ever want les but at prices you are mortified to pay-.

Oh coffee shop lesbians and delightful ships sailing oh delightful things!

[skitskatdacat63]

Roman not being the youngest is still constantly baffling to me, he is so youngest child coded

[acesammy]

just took so much psychic damage listening to the live performance of fast car