#they make me emotional

[tapewires]

Best friends

[artsymeeshee]

Random idea that I have very little backstory for. It was along the lines of Stan and Dipper having a pretty bad argument and having Dipper being in danger and Stan going out of his way to save Dipper. And despite Dipper still being a little upset with Stan, he still cares. A lot.

[realclemhours]

Random post but these two really love each other and I am very normal about it

[xgayvier]

with how often sam catches bucky there is going to be a time where he stops associating falling with his fall from the train and instead associates it with safety and comfort because now he knows sam is always going to be there to catch him

[red-hibiscus]

Those really were the words Fadel needed to hear. He needed to know that Style was not afraid of him despite knowing the truth. He needed to know that Style was in fact very proud of who Fadel is and wouldn't leave him.

The way he at last completely lets down his guard completely and lets himself me held and comforted by Style... It looks like he has a million thoughts running though his mind, but for the time being all he wants is to be held by Style.

[idontreallyexistyet]

Re watched Gravity Falls and all I can think of is how terrifying it must have been for Mabel.

Because yuo are twelve, and you love your twin brother because he is your other half. He gives up so much for you and you go with him to solve mysteries because it makes him happy. Sure you have spats but he is your brother and you love him.

Now you have a crush, and you're going all out because you *think* you love this guy. You dont, its summer and you're twelve but that doesn't matter. Because you're twelve and a summer romance with a cute guy is everyone's dream. And sure you would *like* to help your brother with this mystery laptop that connects to the mystery of the summer, but that will always be there!! This guy you like probably wont be. So you decide to make yourself happy.

Your brother, your other half, has been acting weird. But you brush it off as sleep deprivation. The show must go on. And then you're in your dressing room, and the puppet you made in your brother's likeness is saying he made a mistake and he needs help. And sure you're a petty twelve year old girl but your brother comes first, so you go to find the journal. And you do! You find it! But he finds you, the monster in your brother's body... with his voice and face. But his eyes are wrong and his smile is too wide and (HOW DID YOU NOT NOTICE). and he threatens to kill you, pretends to drop you in this pretty little prop you made for a crush (it seems so stupid now doesnt it?) and in the end you get your brother back.

But you still have nightmares. You were too late. You didn't belive your brother in the puppet. He dropped you. And eventually they die down, because all things do, but it doesn't go away. And then you find the letter, promising you death. Promising your brother death. Promising you never get justice. And the nightmares come back. Your brother's dead body. Your dead body. The watertower. The note. You dont tell anyone, but you silently promise yourself to be more helpful and be there.

Accept your new grunkle even if he hurt your current one, believe your current one! go and get the unicorn hair to protect everyone. And then you hear your brother saying he doesnt want to go back with you, he wants to stay here and be a nerd and mak you face high school alone! And suddenly you wish you could go back to stupid adventures and summer romoances.

so you grab your bag and run. and then the man appears, eyes hidden and smiling wide, someone you know (you trust him? not much but you are twelve and are about to loose your other half) and he offers you what you want. Your brother, more summer, no end of the world of demons. Just adventure and your grunkles, and your brother. So you give him what he wants and shake his hand.

And then you see it. The wrong eyes. The too wide smile. You didnt notice. Your family is in danger of this demon again. Its your fault again. (Not really. because you were tricked like your brother and your grunkle. But you are twelve and loosing your other half and loosing the world. And you shook his hand)

[venice-1987]

The Ghast Hunter

I met the Ghast hunter beside a village that had been built in the tundra. A tall mountain cut through the horizon, forcing the eye upwards and into the clouds, and at its base was his humble hut, and ancient ruined portal -now repaired- located a stone’s throw away. He invited me inside for a drink, and I got a glimpse of his home. A loft bed, and the necessities, and an open chest filled to the brim with Ghast tears, displayed like a trophy right as you entered the front door. 

“I need an escort through the Nether,” I said. At the time, I had big dreams about reaching the End, but enough good sense to ask for help getting there. At the time, I would have called it cowardice, if I had the stones to confront the strange feeling in my chest. He agreed, as long as he got a share of the spoils if we came across any treasure. 

“I don’t need much. Just enough to trade with the locals for food,” he said. “And every ghast tear is mine. That is non-negotiable”

I thought it strange, but chaulked it more up to egotistical possessiveness. He needed to grow his trophy chest int he center of his home, wanted credit for each ghast killed. 

It was no trouble to me. There was more glory in killing the other beasts in the Nether, and more treasure would go into my pockets. I agreed, and he got up from his chair. I startled at the idea of leaving right at that moment, but in my over-eager youth, I followed.

We did not manage to find a fortress in the remainder of the day. Although time seems to work differently in the hell dimension, our fatigue did not and our weariness told us when it was wise to return to the overworld. But the Ghast hunter lived up to his name, slaughtering the tearful ghost-like creatures with ease and without discrimination. 

“I feel sorry for them,” I mentioned on our journey back. We were on an ashy cliffside, bones scattered in the nooks of the cavern. “They look so sad.” I had never seen a ghast at that point, only read about them. Their shrieks pierced my eardrums, and their wailing cut deep into my own heart. 

“There is not much left to feel sorry for. They’re creatures twisted by this hell,” the hunter said. “They know nothing but anger. There is no other way to save them than by putting them out of their misery.” 

He said so bitterly, and I took his disgust to be directed at the creatures themselves. It would make sense. These creatures attacked without provocation, defending only fire and the sulfurous fumes burned out from the lava below. What else could they be, save for beings of evil. 

But the hunter stopped by a pile of bones I had thought to be unspectacular, only useful as a landmark to find our way back. But the hunter knelt down by one rib, and chiseled away a rock at its base, and resumed towards our portal without any explanation. Perhaps he thought it another bit of treasure to plunder. 

It wasn’t until we were safe in the overworld, the moon peaking out from behind the mountainside, that I saw the stone had a face. Perhaps I had a visible horror in my expression, or confusion, because the hunter pressed his lips into a thin line, and told me to follow him. Along the way, he cradled the stone as if it were an infant. 

He led me to the base of the mountain, where a tunnel had been carved through the rocks. I had not noticed it before, as it laid directly behind the hunter’s home. We travelled through, and despite my own adventures at that point, the darkness still frightened me. No monsters accosted us, and we finally reached the other side, where a small, brightly lit room welcomed us. To either side, a fountain with more of those strange stones perched underneath the water on pedestals. The hunter placed the one in his hands on an empty space, unbothered by how his now wet hands would chill easier in the cold. 

“This one’s about ready,” he said, pointing towards the stone to the right of the one he had just placed. Somehow, it looked softer, larger, like a sponge that had soaked in some water. More questions filled my mind. I had thought these things to be perhaps ritual statues, collected and placed under water as a strange form of worship. I had read about more unusual things in this world. 

But the stone started to wiggle forward, as if being pushed by the water. The stream parted as it emerged, its face in a wide, content smile. And I realized, it was a ghast!

“I thought you hunted these. You said that they’re not worth saving,” I exclaimed. 

“I didn’t say they weren’t worth saving. I said they could not be saved. And I wasn’t lying to you. The ones we fight in there, the ones whose anger is all they’ve known, they cannot be saved. But they deserve to be saved, in the only way they can be. In rest, they can find peace,” the hunter explained. The little ghast chirped, finding its way into the hunter’s outstretched arms. He smiled gently, the edges of his eyes crinkling with crow’s feet. “But these guys are new enough that they are still learning. If you catch them in the middle of their lesson in suffering, you could teach them comfort and love instead. Before its too late.” He spoke then to the ghast. “Lets get you to the others” 

He stepped through the doors opposite where we entered, leading to the valley on the other side of the mountain. I stepped through as well, gasping at the view. A forest of cherry blossoms littered the lowest points of the Earth, and wildflowers grew between the trunks and pathways. A few bees bumbled between them, drunk on pollen and tired in the late night. And high up, near the peaks and clouds, were dozens of ghasts, all smiling, floating lazily amongst each other. Like the tiny ghast, they looked content and peaceful. 

“Perhaps ghast hunter is a bit of a misnomer,” the hunter laughed. “I do hunt ghasts, but I provide them sanctuary too.” 

“But, what about the tears?” I asked. “Don’t you collect them as trophies.” 

“Oh, no. The ghastlings can be born from the tears,” the hunter said. “I also like to pay respects, for the ghasts that suffered, and are still suffering. They might not know that they were ever loved in life, but they are now.”

The hunter took a long breath, and continued. “I hope to reintroduce the ghast to their natural environment over time,” he said. “Dwindle the population in the Nether. Return everything to how it should be.”

“Its a noble goal,” I finally said. I understood, now. 

“And near impossible,” he said. “But I need to try.” 

[irmise]

I've been invested in this relationship since season 3 when Michonne arrived at the prison with baby formula. I couldn't get it out of my head that Michonne arriving with Judith's milk just as Rick was finally becoming aware of his daughter, it couldn't be a coincidence. An angel fallen from the sky.

Since that day I've been invested because I was sure that they would end up together despite the "it will never happen" I constantly heard around me. And I've dissected all their exchanges, their looks, their similarities, their differences, their fights, their chemistry over all these years. I thought I knew them by heart.

And yet, this episode showed me a whole new side of them individually and as a couple. I didn't think there were still parts of their personalities that we hadn't seen, I didn't think their love could hurt and heal them so much at the same time..

Through years, pain, destruction, despair, death, they always manage to find each other.

The word soulmate was created for them.

Now, they deserve their happy ending, they deserve to finally be able to rest surrounded by their children. The fight need to be over for them...

You know what, back to the prison, I didn't know that I had chosen to believe in the most beautiful love story. 🥹

[thewistlingbadger]

This is going to be said poorly but I must say it. Some people will never understand the significance of jinx, silco, and their relationship because they've never lived through any similar experiences. They don't know what it feels like to be completely isolated, rejected, and unloved. That's why they don't understand that the devotion silco has for jinx is something to be envious of. His complete and total loyalty and undying love that he only gives to her. He loved her more than anything and did everything to show it without care or injury.

Do you know how amazing it would be to have a singular person in the whole world who completely understood you? That's something so rare it's basically impossible and she found that in Silco, a man who loved her with all he could. A man that took care of her, nurtured her, and protected her. That's what Silco was to Jinx. That kind of connection and understanding is something to envy, even on Silco's side. After years of suffering alone he finally found someone who knew what his pain was like and he was able to help her through that pain.

To see someone with trauma and mental illness not only be a protagonist but also have heroic moments of triumph was so great. Jinx is fantastic representation.

[sadie-shrimp]

Kings of New Jersey

[losthoodie]

pierre and esteban went from getting podiums together when they were like six and karting to getting podiums together in their 20s in formula one

[jammatown919]

I know it won't immediately be peaches and rainbows the second they all reunite, but I am SO excited to finally see the Camp Fam as a whole, united front again. It's been so long since their family has been all together in one place, and once they are, I'm so excited to watch them work things out and get back to being a family.

Sammy loves Yaz so, so, so much, and I know she'll forgive her with some time and effort on Yaz's part. They care about each other too much not to fight for what they have, and it will be the sweetest thing to watch them fully let each other in again.

And despite everything, Sammy and Kenji still love and care about Brooklynn. Deep down, they do. Her rejection wouldn't hurt so much if they didn't. They're pissed, they don't want to get themselves hurt fixing her mistakes when she won't give them the time of day, and they're not wrong to feel like that, but I know they still love her. She's still one of them. It'll probably take longer than Sammy and Yaz working things out, but they'll get there. She'll have to really work to regain their trust, and I don't know if Kenji is interested in picking up exactly where they left off after all this time, but they'll accept her back eventually.

The bonds between the Nublar Six are genuinely so important to me. They're not the innocent kids they used to be, but despite everything, it's still them. Even as hurt as they are and as strained as some of those relationships are right now, as long as someone is willing to try, they'll all come back to each other.

Camp Fam for life.

[osbcrne]

I’m bringing back this account! Uhh.. hi! Fusehound!

[lilpuffyart]

Just remembered I never shared these

Dave from 2001 aso x Ted from ihnmaims (Tave) crack ship that I love (tysm socks for sharing ur brainrots with me 🙏)

[liltaireissocute]

DEVOTION

[PERC'ILDAN] + alternative version with normal colours under the cut

[alicentzwaitinglady]

i've been thinking about my gwaenyra fic, more specifically their children. just rhaenyra having the royal nursery redecorated because it's been unused for such a long time. having a tapestry commissioned that depicts syrax on top of the high tower and hanging it above/behind the cradle. their children would have gwayne read them bedtime stories about ancient hightower kings/knight and fearsome dragons. all of them flying on syrax to oldtown and having fun.