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[wildspringday]

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young artist posting your work online, heed my warning. im holding your face so gently in my hands, you have to stop caring about numbers right now and start caring about making the weirdest and most self-indulgent art you possibly can

[norttinson]

watching fight club (1999) as a way of self harm

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I can't believe it's even legal to draw a guy like this WHO is gonna charge míriam with manslaughter when I have a heart attack???

[xxchumanixx]

Paralyzed

Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings: mentions of character death, angst, hurt

Where is the real me? I'm lost and it kills me inside. I'm paralyzed.

Authors note: This one is angst and pure sadness. Dean's death was devastating for me, as Supernatural accompanied me whilst growing up. I loved him in many ways and he taught me a lot about life. We all lost a great person (character) that day.

Based on the song "Paralyzed" by NF. Listen to it here

Word count: 634

Goosebumps covered your skin, the cold air hugging you like a bad omen.

Still you ignored it, thankful for feeling at least something. Since the day he had died you felt paralyzed.

When did I become so numb?

When did I lose myself?

To you, the answer was clear.

The hunt that led to you giving up your “career” as a hunter. The hunt that took everything from you. The love of your life, your will to live.

All the words that leave my tongue feel like they came from someone else.

Grocery shopping, something you used to love, became a mere necessity.

The little moments were you and Dean felt normal, like you belonged there. You used to look forward to it.

Now, your days and nights were like a program – played by someone else.

Where are my feelings?

I no longer feel things.

I know I should.

I’m paralyzed.

Sam’s attempts at getting you back on track backfired on him – still he didn’t give up.

No matter how many times you leashed out at him, trying to get rid of him he stayed adamant on not losing you, too.

He already had lost his brother, the one that meant the most to him in this gruesome world. He didn’t want to lose the person that was like a sister to him as well.

The cold air blew in your face, causing your hair to get messed up even further than it already was. But you didn’t care. You stopped doing so a long time ago.

Where is the real me?

I’m lost and it kills me inside.

When did I become so cold?

It was a long way for you and Dean.

From the moment you had met the famous Winchester brothers you knew there was more to the older brother.

It took a lot of effort and time to crack his steel like shell and get a glimpse inside. You weren’t disappointed in what you’d found.

He was soft, caring and the sweetest person in the world to you. And the one you loved the most.

You knew it would be risky, your love for one another gluing a target onto your back. But you gladly took the risk if it meant even the shortest of times of happiness with him.

And short it was.

I’m paralyzed, I’m scared to live, but I’m scared to die.

And if life is pain, then I buried mine.

A long time ago but it’s still alive.

And it’s taking over me, where am I?

When he took his last breath, telling you how much he loved you and that he wanted for you to be happy, everything inside of you shattered.

A pain so unbearable rippled through you, that it tore you apart. Still, you couldn’t do anything besides watching the love of your life die right in front of your eyes, doing something he had done his entire life.

Had you known how it would end, you would have convinced him of the apple pie life a lot earlier. Even if it would have meant staying in the bunker instead of getting a white picky fence.

I wanna feel something, I’m numb inside.

But I don’t feel nothing, I wonder why.

“Hey, Baby.” His baritone voice greeted you, causing a lump to form in your throat; tears burning in your eyes and blurring your vision. “Why are you here already?”

You turned around to him, neglecting the beautiful view down the bridge you landed at.

“I couldn’t handle it any longer.” You replied, the tears now flowing freely. “I felt so numb, lost.”

He sighed heavily, before embracing you in a hug. Suddenly his warm body replaced the cold air you had felt moments before.

“I was paralyzed without you. Now, I’m okay. I’m in your arms again.”

[kugiitafushi]

i KEEP thinking abt alicent and her kids and the DEPTH of love that’s there, despite the strain that’s obviously there too. the love that makes her fear desperately for their lives (even if it’s born from her paranoia) but also the quieter love! the love that makes her sit with her weirdgirl (read: autistic 🫶) daughter and listen to her talk abt bugs even though she does not care about bugs at all 😭 her love that makes her reach out, touch helaena—confirming the connection in a way that shouldn’t have to be confirmed! and that doesn’t really work bc helaena doesn’t like to be touched! but that alicent tries anyway bc she doesn’t know another way. her love that makes her worry for aemond even through her frustration, that makes her hold him tightly in her arms bc she knows how hard it is for him. her love that makes her lay her hand on aegon’s chest and brush the hair out of his face after yelling at him. the harsh touches and the soft, all of it’s love! no matter how insane and fucked up alicent is about it 😭

and i keep thinking about how, to me, it feels like she prefers these versions of her children—nearly grown, strange as they may be but people in their own right—to them as babes. or… not prefers, but she finds them easier to be around because when they were babies, she couldn’t bear to hold them for too long, she couldn’t really soothe them when they cried. she couldn’t connect with them properly because she didn’t like the reminder of what she was now (viserys’ queen, the lady alicent hightower no more). but now they’re not reminders, they’re her children, truly, and she LOVES her children with everything she has!

like all throughout the episode, there are attempts at connection! though they seem stilted. and there are attempts at affirmation, though they seem like empty words. and there are attempts at counsel, though they seem cruel. but there are attempts! many, many attempts! alicent is severe—godfearing as much as dragonfearing—and she is undeniably her father’s daughter but she loves her children all the same!

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via jeanclaude_browncloud

[spooksier]

passages that make you whisper "oh my god"

[wildspringday]

via richardscarrylove

[spooksier]

me when the emotionally repressed character is revealed to have had something happen in their childhood that was completely out of their control but changed them in a way they can never come back from

[spooksier]

ive made peace with most of my mental illness shit but i need whoever invented rejection sensitive dysphoria to be in hell no matter what

[spooksier]

i like queerplatonic zelink not because i think them being strictly romantic is wrong but because i feel like its wildly in character for their levels of dramatics to have a relationship dynamic nobody but them understands

[spooksier]

btw its absolute fucking crime that loz always takes place in a time period where it is literally impossible for link to ever play fortnite

[spooksier]

can everybody be quiet im working on my tma au where everything’s the same except theyre american now