#they are so cheesy and sappy

[rhincowave]

byler slow dancing to the chorus of lover by taylor swift. if you even care

[khickuwa]

to more tomorrows.

[blatantlyhidden]

forever grateful for the community we've built and the friends i've made here <3

[ilovecoelacanths]

This is a story about a book that changed my life.

It's also about how amazing libraries and authors and people who care about sharing cool things with curious kids are. Also, fish (especially fish). It's kind of different than what I usually post but it's been bouncing around in my head basically since I started this blog so here you go, I hope you like it. This is the reason I love coelacanths so much, and why I think everyone should know about how amazing they are.

When I was little, I loved going to the library. My little brother and I would pick out way too many books and the librarians always had to come over to override the 30 book limit at the checkout stand (they pretty much knew us on sight and were ready to override it as soon as we started heading over to check out). After we finished getting our library books, our mom also let us look through the free pile that was in the foyer on the way out. It was mostly old library books that the librarians just needed to clean out, but there were a lot of books that people brought when they cleaned out their personal collections too (especially teachers, and there were a bunch of books with old school library stamps inside). The free pile didn't usually have a lot of things that interested me, but one day when I was poking through it I found a book called Fossil Fish Found Alive: Discovering the Coelacanth, by Sally M. Walker.

I loved it. I had never even heard of coelacanths before, but this book fascinated me. It told the story of an incredible animal, long thought to be extinct, that had somehow survived for millions of years! It was nothing like any fish I had ever learned about before. I already had a casual interest in marine biology that I can thank PBS Kids and Wild Kratts for (particularly their episode on sperm whales and giant squid, I loved that episode), but this book took it to a new level. I wanted to be a marine biologist so I could learn more about coelacanths.

Like a lot of things when you're 7, that was a phase. Unlike a lot of phases, this one I came back to. After taking a break from my dreams of being a marine biologist to experience the hell that is middle school, one day I pulled a book off my shelf. I hadn't read it in a while. When I picked it up again, I remembered how incredible this animal was, and how much it had inspired me when I was younger, and those thoughts of becoming a marine biologist started to return. I'm in college now studying marine science, and I brought the book with me to school, where it sits next to two other science books that have inspired me (My Friends the Wild Chimpanzees by Jane Goodall and The Sea Around Us by Rachel Carson).

Earlier this year, I was thinking about how much this one book had changed my life and I wondered if I could find Ms. Walker and thank her. I knew she had many other science books for younger audiences, and even another book about coelacanths, so I was sure she had a website of some kind, and I was right. So I found her contact page and wrote her an email explaining the impact her book had had on my life, and thanking her for it. And to my surprise, she responded! She was very kind and we sent a few emails back and forth. She gave me some excellent advice and even told me about some of the people she contacted while researching her book, including Marjorie Courtenay-Latimer herself, the person who rediscovered the coelacanth when it was thought to be extinct! I'll never forget how she took the time to respond to me and how encouraging she was.

But Ms. Walker isn't the only one I have to thank for pointing me toward the path I'm on right now. If I hadn't already loved reading, if I hadn't seen any show or video to make me interested in marine biology, if the library didn't have a pile of books for anyone to take home, if I had lost that book during one of our many moves as a kid, I don't know what I'd be doing right now. There were a lot of things that happened to make it so that I found this book, but I'm glad for every single one of them. They led to me learning about an incredible animal and changed the course of my life. And now, I love coelacanths.

[calliecat93]

I have this super silly Spones fic idea that I may or may not do one day.

Spock is in love with McCoy but doesn't know how to tell him. He looks into human customs and sees how giving flowers is often a sign on affection, and given past evidence on certain planets he knows that McCoy likes such wildlife. But as he's not sure if he's ready to do anything face-to-face he just starts leaving a flower in McCoy's office every Earth month. He sees that McCoy seems confused and asking around to find out who keeps leaving plants in his office as his staff aren't speaking up. Nevertheless, he sees McCoy talking to Sulu about properly caring for them and keeping them either on his desk or back to his quarters.

Eventually, Spock bumps it up to about once a week as well as whenever McCoy is sick or injured, adding more flowers on such cases. He even switches it up to other fauna such as Vulcan plants and when McCoy goes to him to ask about properly caring for those (Sulu pretends that he doesn't know), enjoys talking to him about it. Then one day, McCoy asks if he can drop by to talk to him about something important. He arrives...

...and McCoy hands him a rare, pretty Vulcan flower that he was somehow able to find.

McCoy has figured out that it was Spock sometime ago. He's had feelings for Spock as well, but was afraid to say it cause of past experience. But after Spock went farther than anyone had to show their affection? Especially with how hard that is for Spock? It only made him fall even harder. He succeeds in making Spock speechless for about a minute before he accepts the offered flower and love confession, and thus they ever so gently kiss one another. McCoy ends up spending the night.

I really like cute sap like this, okay?~

[befuddled-calico-whump]

putting one more Cinderglass drabble request in your askbox (i am so sorry for the spam but i’ve been thinking about them nonstop aghfsk). again, feel free to ignore this!

i‘d love to see Sarah help Lex work through a panic attack or a traumatic flashback! maybe either so that he doesn’t have to drown himself in alcohol about it or she’s helping and calming him down while he’s drunk

Wildefire Masterlist

cw: alcoholism, emeto, hallucinations, withdrawals

He'd been sober for thirty seven hours.

Not long at all, really, but it was something, and he was trying, and it was fine.

Well, it was fine for thirty seven hours.

Outright quitting was the only thing Lex dared to do. Trying to just cut back wouldn't work, because what was cutting back? He didn't keep track of how much he drank anymore, he just drank until he felt like it was enough. Even just trying to regulate himself to one a day seemed risky business. Would he be able to stop, once he started?

He didn't want to find out.

Lex didn't tell Sarah, didn't want her saying it was a bad idea or insisting on staying with him. It was a rough ride ahead, and he didn't want to somehow hurt her in the throes of his panic or sickness. He... He didn't want her to see him like that.

So he locked himself in his room, told her not to bother him this week, that he'd be busy. The safehouse was old and decrepit but huge, and his room had a small bathroom attached, something he was doubly grateful for now.

He stocked his room with water bottles. It was impossible not to think of Sarah whenever he looked at their plastic cases now, Sarah staying up until early daylight, because she was worried. That was good. He could use his guilt there as a reminder; a reason to hold out.

He sipped at them and stared at the wall, every light in the room on, the old radio Sarah had gotten for him positioned at the foot of his bed. She'd given him a battered CD case with it, packed full of a few dozen discs. A Guns n Roses album was currently in, playing just loud enough to pull his thoughts.

She's got a smile that it seems to me, reminds me of childhood memories

By now, Lex was pretty good at doing nothing, letting himself sink into the thankfulness that nothing was being done to him. Even a year after the Tower and weeks free of Uriah, the talent hadn't faded. Day one turned into night, and he didn't dare fall asleep. Just swapped one CD for another and let his mind cling to the lyrics.

Too late, my time has come

Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time

It was around hour twenty two that the headache started, and it only got worse from there. Not long after that, Lex was clinging to the toilet bowl, heaving up the half-dozen water bottles he'd drank throughout the day, his head swimming, the pit in his stomach insisting couldn't he just do this later? Would it hurt to have one drink, to get rid of this shitty feeling?

No. All or nothing.

He moved the radio to the bed, putting his ear to the speaker, trying to drown out everything else. The album came to an end, and he replaced it with another, as quick as he could without scratching the disc with his stupid metal fingers.

Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile

The girl with the kaleidoscope eyes

Fuck. He just needed to hold out, just for a few days, and this would be over. A little self control, and maybe he could call himself worthy of the people here. Not a loose end. Not an ex-enemy or a liability. Something better.

Lex wrapped the sheets around himself, held the pillow over his head to try and ease the pounding in his skull with the pressure. It didn't help. He almost fell asleep, but the nausea pulled at his stomach and his skin was crawling and too hot, and then he was throwing off the blankets; stripping down to his boxers in an effort to ease the heat.

Exhausted but unable to find sleep, he sat with his back against the cool wall and sipped water, trying to find the lyrics again and hold them.

I don't really want to stop the show

But I thought you might like to know

That the singer's gonna sing a song

And he wants you all to sing along

It didn't help, it wasn't enough. His own body was fighting him, roiling nausea and sickness insisting all he needed was one drink and it could all go away, it could all be okay (fray, gray, stay).

The radio hummed as the CD came to an end, a few seconds passing before the album began again.

What would you think if I sang out of tune?

Would you stand up and walk out on me?

At long last, his own exhaustion was catching up to him, and he dragged himself back onto the bed, the heavy feeling in his chest spreading to his eyes and mind, as the music faded to a buzz and sleep overcame him.

He woke in the Tower.

It was impossible, he knew it was, but the fear seized him all the same, the crushing weight of walls he couldn't escape, the knowledge that this time, there would be no one to free him; this time he was here for good.

And the floor was wrong and Lex knew there was never music, but he fucking knew where he was.

He sat up, wincing at the sharp pain that rang through his skull at the movement, forcing down rising nausea. No one here cared if he was sick, if he was hurt, they'd hurt him more anyway, they'd do what it took to keep him down, keep him in line. He wrapped his arms

(Arms? It's wrong, stop, you aren't---)

around himself, squeezing his torso with a pressure that wasn't comforting. He felt shaky, blurred, weak. Had they drugged him?

(just one drink and this all goes away)

He tried to reach for the techniques he'd used to get through the days, tried to remember the things he'd done to stay sane, to stay alive, but any useful memory fell through his hands like sand, leaving nothing but the shadows, the nightmares (snares, glares, spares).

He knew what happened here, in his cell (hell). He knew what was waiting to spring on him at any moment, what would surely come for him if he let his guard down (drown), if he fell asleep, if he---

"Morning, scum."

Lex froze as the door swung open. Morning? But it was so dark, but it was always dark, the light never hits you here, and when it does there are worse things waiting---

"I knew you'd come crawling back. This is where you belong, it's home."

He could hear the voice clear as day, but couldn't see its owner. It didn't sound like Wade. It almost sounded like...

"Alexei. Did you really think you could hide from me?"

Uriah Fox stood over the bed, a smug smile plastered on his face.

"No," Lex choked out. "Y-you can't--"

"You always knew it would end this way."

(Fray, pray, stray)

He climbed onto the bed, straddling Lex, easily pinning him despite being so much smaller, despite Lex being so much stronger, and he couldn't move, he couldn't breathe---

"Lex."

The pressure in his chest faded, and he gasped for air, squinting into the dim light, unable to make out anything. A hand fell onto his shoulder, giving it a light shake, and he flinched back.

"Sorry."

Sarah? He forced himself to breathe deeply, ease his eyes open. Her silhouette was blurry above him, and it was only then that he realized he was crying.

He brushed the tears away hastily with the back of his hand. "You... You should go," he managed to say.

She sighed. "I'm sorry if I scared you, I just... I heard you... screaming. Not loud or anything, but..." She tapped her earlobe. "Can't get much past these."

He swallowed, trying to push himself into a seated position, but his shoulders shook, his stomach twisting, and he fell back onto the pillow.

"Lex..." She bit her lip. "You could've told me. You know you don't have to do this alone."

He almost laughed out loud at that. What other way was there? It was his body, his choices, his mistakes. He'd drowned himself for too long, hoping it could save him, knowing it never would. He was reaping his rewards. No one else should have to deal with the mess that was him.

"I'm not your problem," he murmured, letting his eyes close again. What could she do, besides be there to fill the silence when music wasn't enough? Besides grounding him and telling him it wasn't real, he wasn't there?

"You're not a problem, Lex," she said, her voice serious. Tired. How late was it? Even trying to be fucking better, he was still screwing up her life.

"I just want you to take care of yourself, okay?" She kicked at an empty water bottle. "Is this the best way? I'm glad you're trying, I am, but don't you think it'll be easier on you if you come downstairs and hang out?"

He didn't want any of them to see him like this. "What good would that do?"

"Distract you, for one. For another, it'll be easier to remember meals. When's the last time you've eaten something?"

He sank further onto the bed, his gut twisting again at the thought of food. "I don't know."

"And have you been drinking anything besides water?"

"No, that's--that's the whole point, I'm not---"

"That's not what I meant. Electrolytes? A protein shake, maybe?"

"No," he answered after a moment.

She dropped her eyes, a grimace tugging at her mouth though she seemed to be trying to hold it back.

"Do you not think I can do this?"

"I think you're punishing yourself," Sarah said. "And I think you should stop."

Was he? His head spun almost too much to think about it. This wasn't self-inflicted punishment, it was cause and effect. It was something he had to get through if he ever wanted to move past the Tower.

"It'll be over soon," he muttered, and he hoped he was right.

She dipped her head, pressing her lips together tightly, and pushed off of the bed, moving to sit cross-legged on the floor.

"Sarah..."

"Look, I don't wanna push your boundaries, but I can't leave you like this. It's not safe."

"It'll get worse from here."

"Which is why I'm staying." She gave him a stern look. "If you want to be alone, I'll leave, but I'll be right outside your door."

Lex clenched his jaw. "I'll be fine."

"You're detoxing. You're already feverish. What if you start seizing up?"

"Then I've already dug my own grave."

"Lex." Her expression darkened. "You can't keep doing this."

"This is the only time--"

"Not this. Self-destructing. You..." She did grimace then, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You keep hurting yourself, and I can't keep watching."

He pressed his cheek further into the pillow, knees drawing to his chest. "Then why do you?" he said. "Why haven't you thrown me out yet?"

The words came out too angry. Accusatory. His own fault. Any filter he had was lessened by the pain in his head and the nausea and the fucking exhaustion. He didn't want her to throw him out, he... he needed her. Not in some bullshit emotional way, but as a reminder that there were still good things. Things worth fighting for, worth living for.

"I'd never throw you out," Sarah said, her expression turning to something that bordered playful. "I like you too much for that, you know. I just..." She exhaled through her nose, pushed soft dark hair over her shoulder. "I want you to try, okay? Can you agree to try to do what's best for yourself? To stop taking the harder path just because?"

Could he? Even if he wanted to? The harder path was what he was used to. Less traveled, less trapped. Suffering for a goal was a habit. Muscle memory.

Would the path to freedom be as clear if there was no pain to pave it?

Still, something in her voice pulled Lex to nod against the pillow. "I'll try."

Her smile shifted to something more genuine. "That's all I'm asking." She began to push herself up. "I'll, uh... I'll be in the hall then. You are eating breakfast in the morning, mister."

"You... You don't have to do that," he started.

"Do what? Bring you food? Or stand guard? I already said I'm not leaving you alone--"

"You don't have to stay in the hall." Lex swallowed (followed), and it took him a second to form the words. "You can stay here. If you... If you want to."

Her expression softened. "Yeah. I do."

She found a spare pillow and blanket in the room's closet and began to settle down on the floor beside him, picking out a new CD to start the music playing again.

While we're on the subject, could we change the subject now

"I'm here if you need me."

"I know." I need you.

It was a paradox. The easier path to recovery, to a clear head, to control being the more difficult one. Because it was untravelled. Because he almost felt he didn't deserve it, that he should bear the punishment for his own vices.

But even if the path was unchartered, he had a guide. For once, he didn't have to walk it alone.

oh, and we carried it all so well

•°•°•

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[dootznbootz]

I am the God of Cheese not only because I will eat all of it but also because I'm cheesy af with my shit >:D

[scalproie]

my extremely corny and indulgent but satisfying and symbolic ideal scenario for Kazuya and Jin to fully Break The Cycle™️ would be for one of them to grab and save the other from falling off a great height. perhaps even a cliff.

[addysfandomdump]

The punkflower tag is full of so many "he would not fucking say it like that"s it's unreal. Why even invest in the pairing if all you're going to do is strip them of every single character trait that makes them unique in order to fit them into your lazy monotonous centimeter deep romantic tropes.

[i-know-the-endss]

initial thoughts: holy fucking shit.

thoughts after a little deliberation: is it an exact replica of the book? no. did it still resonate with me and absolutely implant itself into my heart? abso-fucking-lutely yes.

i’ve spent the last 20 minutes crying, thinking about this movie and how much it really means to me now

and maybe it’s just because i see so much of myself in alex (bi, mexican, so willing to make a difference) and maybe because i see so much of myself in henry (a little hurt and a little unfulfilled, but trying), but this movie. fuck, this movie.

god, the love portrayed in it. from everyone. between nora and alex, alex and his parents, henry and bea. alex and henry. it is. everything.

because when it comes down to it, the heart of this movie is them. their love, their lives, and just them.

i’m so emotional over them right now and every act of love they both displayed for eachother.

i am telling you something right now, i am going to be thinking of that scene on the docks for the rest of my life, kudos to tzp and a fucking round of applause for nicholas galitzine for destroying me and putting my heart back together with just a few touches, a few looks.

the confrontation at kensington. alex’s speech. dancing in the v&a. texas. the election night. i love you. i love you more. i think that’s up for debate.

my heart is bursting and breaking and being rebuilt all because of this movie which i am going to watch immediately again because wow.

i understand so many people have many critiques (believe me, i have a few of my own), but the heart of this movie, again as i’ve said, is still there.

that is still our alex and henry, henry and alex.

the waterloo letters. paris. the piano. the crowds at kensington and all around the world.

i mean. how does that not make you just a little, tiny, infinitesimally happy?

it’s beautiful. it was all so beautiful.

they really did make history.

[pulchral]

it's midnight here, so: happy new year, y'all.

[phoenix-flamed]

Alright, I've hit the point where I'm coming down from being up, and while it's by no means a bad thing --

It is making me incredibly, incredibly sentimental.

Thank you guys for being awesome. The last time I had a muse I was this passionate about was all the way back in 2014 or so? So to not only have that feeling of excitement back, but to also be able to share it with all of you, and in general just to be able to connect with so many wonderful folks through this fandom -- it's been a blast.

Thank you.

[payte]

Winnie's heart began to race as she cuddled up to him, her only comfort feeling Itsuki's doing the same as she put a hand on his chest. Despite their nerves, however, there was no place either of them would rather be.

Winnie: ...I have something to confess to you.

Itsuki: That's two confessions in one day, you know.

Winnie: Remember the festival of light? When we made wishes together and hung them on the tree? I, um...I changed my wish last minute - to yours.

Itsuki: What? Why?

Winnie: I knew you wouldn't make fun of me but I guess...I didn't want you to judge me. I just thought it was funny - I was going to wish to meet my special someone and there he was, standing right next to me.

Itsuki: Well, I believe both of our wishes came true regardless - I know mine did.

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

Lu I would die for you you already know that

well FRICK Gracie you know I'd die for you too. but like how about we both keep on living. that's a kind of love too

[jorvach]

Ten Words, Five Lifetimes, One Love

I was inspired to do the "one word prompt-one sentence fic" thing, but I played fast and loose with the rules, so some of these are two sentences, haha. I think usually it's 50 words/sentences, but I decided to start with 10 to not overwhelm myself! I hope to add on more to this work eventually though! :D

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46605418/chapters/117365740

1. Luminous Her hair is bright and shiny, her eyes sparkle with inner light. But Ichigo thinks that most luminous of all is her smile.

2. Scorching The feeling of Ichigo's soul is rough and fierce, like it could burn anything, but it never scorches her. The feeling of Orihime's soul is passionate and warm, as the sun itself, but it never scorches him.

3. Bellowing He sees her struck down, and he bellows her name in horror, fearing the loss of his heart.

4. Gentle People say he's a rude punk, that he's violent and crude. But she knows how kind and gentle his heart is.

5. Carefree Even after all they've been through, Ichigo loves her ability to laugh and to smile and to love as if nothing was ever wrong. He thinks he could live such a carefree way, one day.

6. Cathartic When they kiss for the first time, it is as if the weight of years of longing disappears in a cathartic explosion.

7. Somberness Orihime is a happy person, but even she has her sorrows. When her smile fades, he never fails to feel somber himself.

8. Garden When they move into their first house, she decides to make a garden. One flower for every person they've ever saved. It ends up being a really big garden.

9. Crunch Her latest culinary work looks disastrous, and when she lists the ingredients, it sounds like the work of madness. Ichigo has learned the difference between madness and genius by now, and bites into it with a loud "crunch".

10. Comfort Even in the midst of all their troubles, be they supernatural or mundane, deadly serious or minor irritations, they can always find comfort in each other.

[sunnibits]

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