#there's a lot of pain involved!!

[glambots]

please talk about your fae AU /gen

All I can say is that if I ever get off my Burnout Butt and actually start writing the damn fic, it's a Very Slowburn, Very Angst-Filled "Marriage-of-Convenience-Slowly-Becoming-a-Real-Marriage" between an incredibly depressed, self-conscious human and an emotionally constipated Fae (who is also very depressed and burnt-out).

[youchangedmedestiel]

Friend: What are you doing right now?

Me: I have a lot of projects.

Friend: Oh so cool, what are those? New job, new business, new home, new relationship?

Me: Ok, I have a lot of SPN/Destiel projects.

[beyondthisdarkhouse]

So I have made a tactical error

I recently bought a grey SUV (it's amazing, I'm terrified) and now every time I go to the parking lot it's like trying to pick which potato-shaped being in the nursery is your newborn child

Is my car in this photo? Maybe! Hell if I know!

[sneez]

victor kain chronic pain nation rise up (credit to @transdankovsky for this idea :-D)

/ id: two digital drawings. the first image shows victor kain and daniil dankovsky sitting together; daniil is taking victor’s pulse. inside a speech bubble above victor’s head is a screenshot of a question from the duolingo russian course, in which the sentence ‘я – хороший пациент, у меня всегда всë болит’ is translated as ‘i am a good patient, i always have pain everywhere’. the second image shows daniil looking politely horrified. end id. /

[commanderfreddy]

people are discoursing about the laios and shiro fight bc that was always going to happen but i do hope that wave crests quickly and we can all come to see it as what it is: literally one of the best written fights between two people who are both entirely justified in their actions and acting without any malice or cruelty of all time

[andromeda3116]

people actually went on about how game of thrones made it socially acceptable to be a fantasy nerd, as though the lord of the rings movies hadn't been released less than a decade earlier and left far greater cultural ripples and i am just

got may have made the adults feel better about liking fantasy, but lotr got into the kids' heads when they (we) were just young and impressionable enough to be absolutely transported and emotionally rewritten by don't you leave him, samwise gamgee and my brother, my captain, my king and and rohan will answer

lotr was rewriting entire generations' brain chemistry long before asoiaf and so obviously it's not fair to compare any post-lotr fantasy novel to it, and each book series was trying to do different things within their own spheres and so that also is not a fair comparison, but in terms of the cultural impact of the adaptations that came out within a decade of each other, saying that it was game of thrones that made fantasy mainstream is baffling

game of thrones could only run because the lord of the rings movies laid the path, and i will die on this hill

[ofyorkshire]

I am extremely soft about how BJ hunches forward to shield Clare and shushes her. It's not a thing that's brought up in the films, but she's in her early 20s here and BJ had just turned 16 a month ago, yet he consistently and unquestioningly takes the caretaker role. He protects her and keeps her calm enough to escape the Karachi Social Club shooting, he does his best to keep her morale up while they're hiding out, tends to her through her quickly crumbling mental health, and actively tries to find ways to get them out of their bleak situation. All before he's even 18 years old. And he keeps fighting to 25, when things finally end and he can finally rest.

Particularly, though, I can't look at that third screencap and not see shades of who BJ was implied to be when he was still under Rev. Laws' roof. Again, the films don't touch on it, but the novels suggest that while BJ did not have close or even very good relationships with the other abused neighborhood boys, he still was willing to take punishment for their disobedience. So I don't think that it's a huge leap to say that he probably looked after and comforted them as well, and... doesn't that body language kind of look like someone consoling a frightened child? Maybe. I could be looking too deeply at small gestures--there are only so many ways to shush someone, after all--but the thought still twists at my heart.

BJ cares so much for so many people. It's a shame that his compassion was what usually ended up getting him hurt.

[pain-is-too-tired]

Mentioned the whole Will,Drew and Jake feeling angry at Silena and Clarisse in tags of the Clarisse post reblog-

But gonna specifically focus on Jake here, because the fandom already explores Will and Drew's feelings on the matter so I wanna kinda expand on my boy.

But, something I feel like definitely would've been interesting in the books, it's exploring both Jake and Drew's feelings post titan war and Leo and Piper's view in the matter.

People already brought up with Drew's feelings on Silena being seen as wrong in the sense of the books portrayal. Why Jake's feelings on the whole thing in general is,honestly, him in a state of depression.

Like I've seen it brought up the idea of him having been fine if he hadn't made it back from trying to riegn in Festus. And I can see that, because he's completely given up by the time Leo gets there. And why I personally would have preferred that Leo and Piper not been Head Counselors or been raised to co-counselors, I can definitely see why he might've wanted to step back. Though him getting back up on his feet(figuratively and literally) as a Head Counselor when Leo comes back would've been neat.

And addressing the issues left after the Titan War being a part of that.

Because Jake lost his brother and was suddenly thrusted into leadership, only to find out that his brother's girlfriend had been the spy that indirectly led to his death. Like, I assume he probably interacted with her a bit more in some compacity with her and Beck dating, or he at least more regularly saw just how happy Beckendorf was with her. So finding that out had to hurt.

And there's some ground to explore it even in tlo. Jake is the one the bring up the spy again to everyone after the first night in BoM. Percy interacts with Jake and Silena a lot in the ch/scenes. Silena deciding to try to get Clarisse again, and Jake being the one to update Percy on the situation and seems to heavily analyze the battles of the previous night.

I think, why he never truly voice his full thoughts on it, that he was hyper aware of the spy being around. That he didn't want to go blaming others out of nowhere but also wanted to make sure what happened with Beckendorf, and later Michael, didn't happen again.

I think also,something that might've also made him more bitter, is the fact that he didn't really get anyone checking in on him in regards to Beckendorf's death. Why everyone seemed to be careful when mentioning Beckendorf around Silena.

Which, that could just be from what we see. Maybe others were making sure he was okay outside of what Percy points out, but there's nothing solid in that regard to go off of.

And grant it, part of that was Silena was a lot more openly grieving then Jake. But I could argue Jake probably felt like he couldn't openly grieve the same way. He had to care for his other grieving siblings after all. I could imagine that could grow bigger resentment with Silena being called a hero after everything.

Like, he had to take up a sudden leadership role mid war. He likely had the stress of living up to Beckendorf. He had to look after the rest of his siblings.

The only mentions of others recognizing Jake had lost a brother was in his introduction(vaguely mentioning even him being able to be amused by Clarisse and Michael's back and forth) and Jake himself in his rally cry to his siblings when they're given their assignment the first night.

Meanwhile when it's brought up Annabeth mentioning Beckendorf making the shield hesitantly, the focus is in her trying not to upset Silena. Nothing about the Hephaestus kids as well(though I'm sure they likely knew he helped make it, seeing your brothers work after just loosing him properly hurt)

I think something about Silena having(understandably) openly grieved Beckendorf, and Jake thinking back on that with bitterness because, she knew.

Which,yeah Silena was being blackmailed and all, but that doesn't make the harm her being a spy caused. And for Jake, who might've even felt they were on the same wavelength in having loved and now grieving Beckendorf, it would 100% make sense if he felt betrayed in a way. That anger just turning to apathy as he falls deeper into a depression as they struggle with the curse in his cabin.

And the different feelings about someone they never met Leo and Piper are suddenly met with. Where Piper is met with everyone but Drew defending their lost sister, which we see her somewhat internalizes as well especially with her own situation.

Vs Leo who's met with the grief and feeling of betrayal towards what led to their brother's death. There being way less doubts in Beckendorf's sacrifice being heroic, but also the sadness that it could've gone a different way.

Idk, I really was excited when I first started reading tlh and saw we were getting pov characters in fuller cabins. And especially cabins who especially are rebuilding themselves again. And it's just... not really explored. Heck, pretty sure Leo is the only one of the two who actually mentions missing his siblings. And that still isn't followed through(heck. He immediately leaves them again after he just returned to camp after dieing. He just leaves and finds another place and family as if his siblings hadn't been a wreck missing him. )

But yeah. Jake dealing with his own emotions over Beckendorf's death and how it spiraled into Apathy with his depression.

And honestly just exploring his very obvious depression in general, because my mind just met Leo and was like "Yeah I'm your Head Counselor... for now."

I might go over that in a later post because oh my gods-

Also,I love the idea of him being friends with Will, and maybe even the only one of the other Head Counselors he actually interacts well with. Part the reason why Will is chosen to show Leo to his cabin because Annabeth knew Will and Jake were a bit closer and Will probably had better time helping Leo get introduced to his older brother and other siblings before leaving them to show Leo around.

Not only had he lost a older brother in a similar way as him, but also he probably had plenty of interactions with Will with all the injuries going on.

Anyway. Jake thoughts cause he deserved better.

At least we got him being canonically queer. Gods bless him for being in the closet as well during all of that. Hdydg

[saym0-0]

guyysss i have such a good angsty teen/human au brewing in my brain,, gem and grian's snails are involved. they're these guys

(african giant land snails)

au rambling under the cut vv

basically the au follows gem, from when her house blows up due to a gas leak when shes at a sleepover at her friends house (sausage pearl and grian) when shes 14 through her working through her trauma from that event and into adulthood

its more fleshed out than that i promise 🫶🫶

grian has two pet snails and immediately gives one to gem when he finds out she's staying with them for a few weeks because her house blew up

fwhip and gem are twins and fwhip got very blown up oops. hes an ambulatory wheelchair user and an amputee (his right leg below the knee). he doesn't get a prosthetic fr a long time bc they're not a super well off family in the first place so he prioritises a good wheelchair and you know. a house. over a prosthetic for a pretty long while (a few years at least)

sausage is their half brother but lives with pearl and grian (and impulse! hes their dad. and maybe skizz. i think it would be funny if they adopted three kids together as homies) because his dad died and their family wasnt in the right financial situation to support three children. at least he stayed close?

uh yeah theres still more to it but still. gem gets a skateboard at some point and she and fwhip race down hills to see whos set of wheels is the fastest

[eikichi-supremacy]

hey so do you think wtv keiko had to deal with growing up with yusuke could be considered a type of parentification

[gallifreyshawkeye]

New fic, yes it's a WIP, yes I have three WIPs I'm working on shut up!

Summary:

Aziraphale has neither seen nor heard from Crowley in the four years he's been Heaven's Supreme Archangel and he's hoped the demon has been able to find a way to just disappear. But when the Metatron unexpectedly announces they've apprehended Crowley and are temporarily holding him at a remote, Earth location, it turns out the Metatron has arranged to turn Crowley over to Hell, and things rapidly go from bad to worse. Satan is intent on reminding Crowley he belongs to him forever, and in order to survive what seems impossible, Crowley must use abilities he purposefully hasn't touched since before the Rebellion. In order to get Crowley back, Aziraphale has to come to a full reckoning very quickly about the realities of Heaven and Hell and marshal all the authority of his position. And the Metatron's overly dogmatic approach not only brings Aziraphale the most unexpected ally in his quest to rescue Crowley, but, first quietly and then not so quietly, exposes Heaven's desperate isolation and turns it upside down. The Second Coming might not be what anyone thinks it is at all.

Excerpt:

He had tried to anticipate this moment, predict how he’d feel, but deep down he had known it was futile. He had been right. The air felt sucked out of his lungs and none of his muscles would move. Too many opposites existed all at once including the current damn situation right now that had them together for the first time in four years, and Aziraphale just wanted to scream with the impossibility of everything. Aziraphale watched as Crowley first froze before his face went through a cascade of emotions. Then he said, in a style reminiscent of when he’d half-sauntered, half-stumbled out of his burning Bentley,

“Hiya, Aziraphale. Wondered if I’d see you here.”

Aziraphale felt air return to his lungs and he crossed the relatively short distance from the door to where Crowley stood in only a few strides. He glanced around furtively before speaking low and urgently, “Of course I’m here, Crowley. What on earth is going on? How did you manage to get yourself…caught? Captured? Kidnapped?”

“I was hoping you could tell me. They’re your lot,” Crowley returned casually.

“And you’ve been tempting angels?” Aziraphale hissed.

Crowley’s eyes hardened. “No,” he said flatly.

“The Metatron said…”

“No.”

The two of them stared at each other for a long moment and it was clear Crowley sincerely meant ‘no’ in its completeness and not just as a half-truth, but nor was he going to voluntarily elaborate an explanation. 

“Two angels have completely disappeared,” Aziraphale pressed.

“Well that sounds inconvenient,” Crowley drawled, “And like,” he leaned closer to put greater lilting emphasis to his words, “An institutional problem.” The demon lounged back against the stall door, grinning.

Aziraphale fumed. He’d forgotten just how infuriating Crowley could be when he chose to.  Aziraphale took a long, centering breath and decided to change the course in his line of questioning.

“How are they keeping you here and you’re not, you know, disappearing off somewhere? Is there a miracle blocker at work?”

Crowley went very still. His mood shifted instantly and his golden eyes smoldered with pure hatred. Aziraphale almost took a step backwards at the intensity that suddenly radiated off the demon.

“Let’s just say that devastating earthquakes are due to hit multiple coastal villages and small towns with the subsequent tsunamis being responsible for further loss of life should I use any infernal power at any point.” Crowley bit out the words through a voice thick with anger, and waited for what he’d said to sink in and have its full effect on Aziraphale. He wasn’t disappointed.

“But... But that’s monstrous!” Aziraphale exclaimed finally after he’d opened and closed his mouth several times while making the little strangled huffing sounds that he did when too many thoughts and words were spinning and trying to get out but ended up as one jumbled ball of wordless sound and expression, “And I certainly didn’t authorize it! That’s… Well that’s something your lot would do!”

Crowley leaned close and spat his words out, “ My lot has never captured an angel and then held innocent villages hostage to ensure cooperation. In fact we have never once committed mass murder against humans, and the one time I was ordered to it was from God. Forget about the flood? Canaan? Egypt? All the other times? So don’t even start with ‘ my lot ’.”

An even longer silence fell between them. They both knew Crowley was right, but Aziraphale couldn’t bring himself to admit the reality of that massive truth out loud and Crowley was perfectly happy to let him stew in that discomfort. He would have preferred (in the strongest possible terms) if Aziraphale would finally lose his conditioned auto-tint and biases all together and not have to be prompted so frequently to drop them and to remember actual reality, but he’d take what he could get. He let himself be satisfied that at least he’d successfully made his point.

“What did you do that’s made them so nervous?” Aziraphale asked at last, deciding to change the subject and jerking his head over his shoulder towards Sandalphon and the two angels with him.

Crowley relaxed and broke into a huge grin. “They’d never seen my ‘attack-snake’ form before,” he said, shoving most of his hands into his pockets and rocking back and forth on his heels, so immensely pleased with himself that Aziraphale was reminded of a puppy who’d successfully performed its first trick and was waiting for a treat. 

“Crowley!” he chided, in mock horror, trying desperately (and not succeeding) to suppress his own grin at imagining Sandalphon’s reaction to Crowley appearing, however briefly, as a massively huge, mythological, pit viper-like snake that roar-hissed viciously and as loudly as a freight train. 

“Almost got smote though because of it. That one there,” Crowley gestured to the shorter of the two unknown angels with Sandalphon, “Freaked out so bad he straight-up screamed and flung a… a thing of divine smoting energy stuff my way.”

“What?!” Aziraphale gaped.

“Oh it missed me, obviously,” said Crowley dismissively, “But it hit the petrol tank of a delivery lorry that was right behind me, and…KABHOOOHSHKVSV!” 

Crowley’s eyes were positively sparkling with delight, and Aziraphale desperately wanted to hold on to this, to somehow create a bubble to keep Crowley and this delight of his away from whatever it was that was about to intrude.

“And then,” Crowley continued, “That wheezy, whiney blowhard of an archangel blamed me for it! Me! Squeaking that it was all my fault in the first place!”

Aziraphale nearly laughed outright at the description of Sandalphon “squeaking”. “I'm assuming that's how you’re without your sunglasses?” he asked.

“Yes,” Crowley said morosely, his mood once again shifting as quickly as desert sand and shooting Sandalphon&Co a very dark look, “The lorry exploding me threw me to the ground and knocked them off. Didn’t get the chance to find them again before I was grabbed and whisked off here.”

[anthromimicry]

[astranauticus]

sea and sky

[endlessnightlock]

Smut prompt 41, please! ❤️

"(if you like it) we can go all night..."

Probably a T/borderline M for suggestiveness (and making out)

In-Panem A/U.

Katniss stumbled over the tree root that had made the mistake of bursting from the dirt in the middle of the path leading from town to the Seam. She wobbled on her feet, but strong arms caught her and held her against his chest before she fell ass-first on the ground.

"Careful," Peeta Mellark told her, and for some reason, his admonition was simply hilarious. She let herself tumble against his chest, giggling.

He sighed under his breath and muttered something about preferring she was sober for this, and that just set her to laughing all over again. The whole night was too absurd to be believed.

There was no reason for her to be so clumsy, even in the dark. She used this path almost daily. Katniss was light on her feet, graceful. But tonight, she'd attended her first town dance, Twelve's unofficial entry to adulthood and freedom from the Reaping. And now? She was drunk.

She'd never been drunk before, and she hadn't meant to be tonight. How was she to know the punch was laced with white liquor? Yeah, she’d noticed the way it burned down her stomach and had an inkling, but when it settled warm and pleasant in her belly she decided not to think about it too hard. She felt looser and lighter and, for the first time in her life, let herself chase that feeling. Unfortunately, too much left her too loose and too light to get home on her own.

Thank goodness she'd run into Peeta Mellark near the rec hall doors. Literally.

She giggled, smothering a snort in her open palm.

"How are you doing, drunkie?" Peeta asked when she didn't move, sounding amused.

"Great. Good. Wonderful." She never talked this much. Why didn't she talk this much? It was so nice talking to him. "Just a little wobbly on my feet. Thanks for holding onto me. Do you know something? You're too good. And nice. And you smell so good." She had the urge to laugh again but thought maybe she was doing too much of that. "I like talking to you."

"Good to know," he said. "I was just wondering if I needed to carry you home."

"No, no. I can walk," she said. Maybe she was lying, though, because she didn't move.

"Are you sure?" He prodded. “Because we’re not moving.”

"Yes! Maybe. I mean, I can walk." She shrugged. "But I kind of like your arms around me. I could do this all night."

She really didn't know why she did it. Maybe because he was so solid and warm, and it was the boy who'd spent seven years staring at her in school but never talked to her until offering to get her home tonight. The only one who’d helped her when she needed help. He’d never asked her for anything. And there was something so baffling but attractive about his kindness. She was realizing how much she liked this sort of warmth, the kind that made her heart feel safe, so she tipped her chin up and kissed him under his jaw.

He sucked in a sharp breath. Her lips lingered against his skin; she felt his pulse pick up. She liked that, liked knowing she could get a reaction out of him. "Katniss. Don't kiss me like that because you're drunk."

She didn't stand on her toes and wrap her arms around his neck, brushing her lips against his because she was drunk. She did it because she liked him a lot and finally had the courage.

"I don't want to take advantage of you," he said.

But his actions were in contrast to his words. His arms tightened around her waist, and he pulled her snugly against his body. His muscles were taut, but she sensed he liked what they were doing. Liked her attention, the way she ran her fingers through his hair, how she pressed her breasts against his chest daringly.

"So don't," she said, cocking her eyebrow in challenge.

Her nerves buzzed and tingled, the sensation rolling through her limbs and stomach and between her legs when he groaned, slanting his mouth over hers.

"Am I dreaming?" he asked as she climbed up his body and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her added weight didn't affect him in the least; he made a cradle with his arms under her hips and ass to support her against his chest. He was firm, muscled everywhere, and something hard pressed against the inside of her thigh, making her body ache.

"Told you I could get around just fine," she said, laughing under her breath before locking her arms around his neck and kissing him again. His lips were soft. Hot.

"We're going to get caught," he breathed, forehead pressed against hers, his warm breath fanning her face. "Someone could walk by any moment. We should stop."

"I don't want to," she said. "If you like it, we could go all night."

He laughed harshly. "Do you even know how that sounds? Don't tell me that. It gives me ideas."

"Maybe I'm getting ideas too."

He pulled away, studying her thoughtfully. Then, with one last soft press of his lips to hers, he sat her on the ground and stepped back a little. It left her confused and hurt. "Don't you want..."

"You have no idea. The effect you have on me. It's just," his eyes were pleading with her in a way she didn't understand. He reached for her hands, rubbing his slightly calloused thumbs against her palm. The action mollified her a little.

He blew out his breath like he was stealing himself for a negative response. "Katniss. I really like you."

"Why did you stop?" she asked, hating the whine in her voice.

"If I hadn't, we would have done something you'd regret later. Or if not you, then me. Don't get me wrong. There's so much I want to do with you. But you've been drinking, and I want to know this," he squeezed her hand, "means something. That's all."

She thought about arguing with him. But she didn't. Instead, she sighed in resignation. Because as much fun as doing something impulsive and crazy with him tonight would be, he was probably right. "You're not to go back to not talking to me, right?"

He smiled. "No. Absolutely not. I've waited a long time for all-night things with you. I want to stay up all night and watch the stars. Talk to you all night. Kiss you all night. As for the rest," he looked at her, raking his eyes up and down her body, obviously struggling against his baser instincts.

She couldn't help laughing nervously at the hungry look in his eyes, remembering how his hardness felt pressed against her, his heated kisses.

"Don't laugh at me! You started this."

"I'm not laughing," she insisted, grinning despite herself.

They walked the rest of the way to her house in contented silence, holding hands. He kissed her goodnight on the front step, promising to come to see her again as soon as he could. And that was pretty good, too.

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

should i sleep for a hundred million years or purposefully stop sleeping just to see what happens

[certifiedlesbianvampire]

hear me out: aramata SLOWBURN. i mean painfully slow. it takes them (almost) a whole decade. mainly because i think their relationship needs to develop to where they are both fully comfortable and fully accepting of their relationship, as well as attraction to each other. i think matakara knows he likes arajin already but post-canon it takes a while since they're trying to balance their relationship to be more equal. he also isn't entirely sure if arajin likes him back and wants to let their friendship heal first. arajin is deep in denial about being attracted to men in specific so i think it would take him longer. he'd accept being attracted to matakara first (because over time, i think he'd open up, accept his own insecurities and mistakes more etc) but when it comes to being attracted to men he's used to thinking of himself as straight and gets defensive when questioned so when he actually confronts it years later he'd be like "...wait a minute" the same thing i said about matakara applies here (trying to heal their relationship first before anything else) also they both take their relationships really seriously (implied in this short story) so i definitely think they would have to go through a lot, be certain about it and commit fully.