#to all my sad bitches

[silence-between-seconds]

To all the people who went through a break up or are grieving one during/just before/ just after NYE: I understand you. You're not alone. It's okay to feel pain right now, you don't have to force yourself to forget just because it's a new year. There is so much love, and now you don't know where to put it, it doesn't have a place anymore. So it turns into grief. It's only natural if you feel this way. Give time to yourself this year. Try, for yourself, just try. One step at a time.

[ruthytwoshakes]

haha turned them into popsicel

what flavor do u think they are… find out next time I respawn. Okay.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

you���re watching the maury show on your computer when katsuki marches into your room without a word and flops down next to you on your bed.

“ hello to you, too.” you snort. his words are muffled by your sheets but you’re about 90% sure he told you to shut up, you ignore it.

he lays face down on your bed for a while not saying anything and you know he’s had a long day and wants to be close to you without actually talking. you don’t mind, you’ll give him his space until he reaches out himself.

and he does after a little bit, turning his head around to face you as he looks from you to your computer screen, eyes focusing on the woman screaming that the man she cheated on her husband with was 100% not the father of her baby, mixed with the cheers of the audience.

he looks at you and raises a brow “ what’s happenin ?”

“ lady cheated on her husband with his brother.” you respond.

“ his brother ?” he repeats. his eyebrows furrow and you know he’s hooked. if there’s one thing katsuki loves but will never admit he does, it’s trash tv.

you nod, grinning somewhat evilly “his brother. now they’re trying to find out which one’s the father.”

he hums, scooting himself closer to you so he can see the screen too. he flips himself around so his neck isn’t craned at that awkward angle anymore and settles himself down right next to you. hook, line and sinker.

he wraps his arm around your shoulder and shoves his head in your neck, breathing you in. you both don’t say anything. “do you want me to play it from the beginning for you ?” he shakes his head in your neck. you reach your hand up to scratch at his scalp and you smile when he sighs. he holds you a little tighter, pressing feather light kisses into your neck.

katsuki’s never been good at expressing himself with any other emotion that isn’t anger. it makes him feel stupid and weak and soft. he’s had a long fucking day and he doesn’t wanna talk about it, simply wanting to indulge in you but he can’t tell you that, can’t find the words to, so he tries to find other ways to tell you and he hopes you understand and you do.

katsuki’s thankful for you because sometimes he wants to talk, wants to open up about what’s bothering him but sometimes he doesn’t. he doesn’t and you don’t pry when you know he doesn’t and he’s so thankful for you. he presses kisses on your skin and soft bites at your flesh to convey just how thankful he is, how grateful he is for having you. he hopes every warm press of his lips against your skin can convey how much he loves you loving him. and it does, because you turn your head and kiss the side of his head so sweetly and he knows you’re it for him.

he’ll tell you all of this one day, he promises. he’ll tell you all the thoughts swimming around in his head one day, but he hopes this’ll do for now. and unknowingly to him, it absolutely does.

he pulls his head out of your neck and kisses you hard on the cheek one, two, three times and you giggle. you feel him smile into your cheek when he kisses you a fourth time.

“fuck’re they screamin’ about ?” he says and you turn to look back at the screen. the woman is yelling at her husband’s brother vehemently denying the possibility of him being her baby’s father. you feel a little bad for laughing. “ she says he’s not the dad” you answer.

he clicks his tongue “ why the fuck is she on the show then.” he says, turning his attention back to your computer but his grip on you stays secure. you press yourself a little closer to him.

you’re still smiling lightly when you look back at your screen, simply shrugging. “ she said something about her having more sex with her husband than with him.” you answer and he snorts.

“ ten bucks neither one of them’s the father.”

[reverentwormpriest]

jet and zuko toxic yaoi is so real idk how i never saw it . when the hot buzzcut burn scar badboy with a past he doesnt talk about wont join your emo band and youre really upset but its all good cuz you saw his uncle firebending so you just decide to go fucking kill him instead

[venomgaia]

sm limbus scribbles too frm the past weeks between workin on things!

[dreaminofu]

Happy anniversary <3

Credits: x/x/x/x/x/x/x/x/x/x/x

[pastawayallday]

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 82

Lex Luthor is admittedly, a very petty man. A very petty man who absolutely despises a certain kryptonian. So what if he made a clone- the alien got mind controlled practically every other week, could anyone blame him for being concerned?!

He’s more than a little annoyed that said clone was stolen from Cadmus, even though they had assured him repeatedly that they knew what they were doing. Trying to steal Gotham’s cryptid’s child was not a good idea- even he knew that! So of course they take the clone and the kryptonian discovers said clone and… rejects it. Huh. He should probably take advantage of that. 

But he is a petty man. 

If the alien is going to reject the child then he’ll just have to prove to be the better father. He’ll of course be the best father, if only to shove it in the other’s face. Really, how hard could it be?

[cat-mentality]

Sad QSMP headcannons that have like half a toenail in canon.

The French version:

Baghera cries very silently, like someone who is used to having to keep quiet.

She also has a very high pain tolerance and she didn't understand why until recently.

When Pomme disappeared Baghera was terrified that the Federation had something to do with that, terrified that her little girl would be at the hands of the people who made her and hurt her so badly.

As much as she wants to hate the Federation for having hurt her, at the same time she can't and that makes everything so much worse.

Baghera doesn't have wings. But she does have two scars on her back where no feathers have ever grown.

Antoine was not prepared to actually get attached to any of the French, or even to Pomme. He knows he is in too deep, has too much to lose if he cuts ties with the Federation, and yet it twists something inside of him when he thinks about their possible reactions, especially Etoiles. For the first time in a very long existence he understands what friendship is, knows what it feels like instead of just watching others experience it, and is very aware that he will lose it all.

That is why Antoine was so pissed off at Osito for being careless with the picture, the earlier they discover about his true past, the earlier he will lose them.

If the Federation truly had Pomme he would have burned it all down himself just to bring her back.

The first time Cucurucho saw Antoine angry was after the torture session nearly killed Pierre for good. No one knows who was more shocked by his display, Cucurucho or Antoine himself.

Pierre continues to trouble sleeping and constant nightmares when he does, he can't remember the last time he managed to truly rest without waking up in a cold sweat or screaming, he is always on the verge of passing out and even when he does crash he still has nightmares.

He refuses to acknowledge it or even talk about it, hides his exhaustion with everything he has, pushes people away just to make sure they wouldn't realize there is something wrong, too afraid they will see a weakness to be exploited.

Pierre hates being alone as much as he craves it- He likes being by himself working on his machines and keeping his secrets close to his chest, but at the same time when he is alone is when the dark thoughts take over

He will, on occasion, not exactly seek to get himself hurt but not exactly avoid it either- If he can feel pain it means that there is something human in him doesn't it?

But Pierre hates dying and he will avoid and lash out when put into such a situation. He fears what will wake up, if it will still be him.

Sometimes Kameto look at the rest of the Islanders and he wonders what his own life could have been, what sort of bonds he could have forged with people, if the Federation didn't come for him first.

Etoiles does not know what his worth is if not as a warrior.

He is not smart like the others, he doesn't build pretty buildings or incredible machines, he doesn't know how to do anything but fight. And if he can't fight, if he can't protect the people he cares about, then why is he still around?

War is everything Etoiles really knows. By the time he reached his late teens and was released from the battlefield he had seen more combat than some people in their old age, everything he knew how to do was to fight, he had nowhere to go, knew no one, had nothing.

He was never able to settle down for too long or even to truly build himself a home, Etoiles knew so very little about the world that he just decided he would explore it. Some people in the army talked about things they missed, things they thought worth fighting for, and Etoiles wanted to understand that feeling of fighting for anything but his own survival.

To this day he still feel more comfortable fighting than he ever does doing anything else.

None of them ever had families.

The concept of family was something Antoine learned by watching other species and for a very long time it was not something he truly understood or could relate. It was only after the plane crash and Pomme that it hit him that maybe he can understand this thing now.

Baghera always thought she was just an orphan with amnesia. She had very little memories of her young years and none of them involved other people, just her and a room, so for a long time she believed she was alone in the world. Even now she struggles with that emptiness, especially now that she knows that the Federation may be the closest thing to family that she will ever have.

Etoiles had parents once. He knows he did, but he cannot remember their faces or even their voices most of the time. He was still just a small child when they came for him and sent him to war.

Pierre was always alone. He had parents but they could as well be ghosts haunting their home, he hardly could see glimpses of them from time to time, all he ever truly had were his machines.

[wonder-worker]

I've been thinking about the tragedy of Elizabeth Woodville living to see the end of her family name.

I don't mean her family with her husband, which lived on through her daughter and grandson. I mean her own.

Her sisters died, one by one, many of them after 1485. When Elizabeth died, only Katherine was left, and she would die before the turn of the century as well.

All her brothers died, too. Lewis died in childhood. John was executed. Anthony was murdered. Lionel died suddenly in the peak of Richard's reign, unable to see his niece become queen. Edward perished at war. Richard died in grieving peace. For all the violence and judgement the family endured, it was "an accident of biology" that ended their line: none of the brothers left heirs, and the Woodville name was extinguished. We know the family was aware of this. We know they mourned it, too:

“Buy a bell to be a tenor at Grafton to the bells now there, for a remembrance of the last of my blood.”

Elizabeth lived through the deposition and death of her young sons, and lived to see the end of her own family name. It must have been such a haunting loss, on both sides.

[s0fter-sin]

i know it's just bc your character doesn't talk in the og mw trilogy but the way mactavish is completely silent in mw2's final mission with price after being so talkative the entire game is just haunting

he's lost his entire team and not even price being back can cut through his grief

the whole game, he gives orders and comments on things but after losing everyone, after trying to get any kind of reassurance from price just to get a sanctimonious monologue back at him, he doesn't say a word

just shuts down, only caring about the mission, only following orders

all of his growth throughout mw2, the five years he spent becoming a captain and building his own team and the second price calls him “soap” it’s all gone; he regresses back to the sergeant

voiceless. faceless

soap

[frikatilhi]

Yeah ok Jere knows Bojan is missing him 😭😭 because they talk on the phone A LOT 😭😭 and they keep telling that to each other 😭😭 HELP

i'm very normal about this

I mean, we KNEW they talk. But the way Bojan says "a LOT" is SO TELLING

YOU KNOW THIS. YOU KNOW THIS. 😭😭😭😭 Because they tell that to each other EVERY TIME

ALSO CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT "PASI"?????

[ephemerasnape]

The sight that greeted Victor Rookwood as he exited the Hog's Head that fateful evening would be forever ingrained in his memory.

The street was dark and eerily quiet, and the dapper wizard had just taken a few steps outside the seedy pub before he realized something was amiss, causing him to stop abruptly and survey his surroundings.

"Lumos."

Continued below...

At first, Victor was more disoriented than anything - unsure that he could trust what he was seeing with his own eyes. The dark wizard blinked a few times in confusion before, slowly, he began to make sense of the gruesome display before him.

Heaps of... dirty rags? Someone has made rather a mess, it seems. . .

No. That's blood.

Blood and worse.

Before him was a scene of utter carnage the likes of which he'd never seen. A slaughter. The lifeless bodies of several young witches were splayed out in the middle of Spire Alley, a spectacle so macabre that even the dark wizard, well-accustomed to death, felt his stomach lurch at the sight.

A ginger witch lay eviscerated. Another's golden hair fanned around her angelic face like a halo. A brunette was positioned face down in a pool of her own blood. A strange-looking witch with odd-coloured hair... Victor shuddered as he recalled that one. He remembered her as having been particularly annoying.

And yet more still.

Sisters in death. Some he recognized outright, a vague familiarity to the rest. Their faces - doubtless once beautiful, now befouled by their own blood. Twisted limbs at grotesque angles. Internal organs now decidedly external.

Gods..

And in the center a... survivor? Victor tentatively stepped forward, perhaps even to offer a helping hand, as the pale witch clad in black gazed up at him adoringly.

"Victor.. I did it for you. For us."

Rookwood watched, horrified comprehension dawning on his face as the witch released a bloodied dagger she'd been holding. He barely registered the sound of the steel clattering to the cobblestone over the pounding of his heart.

"I love you, Victor."

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Now a video.

[thatskindarough]

Irredeemable Bastards

Very excited to finally be able to post (one) of my pieces from the OFMD RBB with the lovely @thetardigrape

The chapter with art has finally been released so if you haven’t already check it out you should it is absolutely delicious sprizzy content and tardi is an amazing writer!

[mint-ty]

I saw your post for a prompt, here you go!

Bojere meet at a club, there’s dancing and maybe something more

💚❤️ a sad Bojere bitch in need of some uncomplicated fun times

hiii anon ☺️💕 this one was a bit of a trip down the memory lane 😊 (it was supposed to be uncomplicated 😩)

Bojan was looking around the dim dancefloor. Together with his bandmates he found a way to sneak into Eurovision Nordic Pre-party to watch Käärijä perform, but now that he had seen him, Bojan simply refused to leave before congratulating Jere in person. Jere was absolutely phenomenal and Bojan couldn't get enough of him, he needed to tell how amazing his performance was.

By now all the acts were done singing and a dj was playing some generic songs to a slowly emptying room. Kris, Jan and others were also somewhere here, maybe chatting with people, maybe had already left - Bojan didn't care, he was scounting the walls for that one already familiar bowlcut.

It was easy to spot Jere standing by a wall and Bojan immediately moved towards him with a wide friendly smile. Down here, away from the main stage, it was clearly Jere and not Käärijä. A very lost, slightly awkward guy who seemed to be hunching into himself. Bojan's heart squeezed.

There was one more reason besides genuinely liking the song why Bojan was searching for Jere as if obsessed. For a while now Bojan was toying with a thought that he might be into guys too. He just wasn't sure what to do with that thought, so he continued 'window shopping' and imagining what it could be like to actually go for it. Bojan loved flirting equally with girls and guys. And he knew he was playing dumb intentionally, pretending like he didn't realise he was flirting in case he wanted an easy exit.

So far it had worked perfectly, but Bojan was still really curious about all the what ifs. His band members and other childhood friends were like a family to him, so it didn't fit completely right in his mind. It had to be someone new that Bojan met... Someone with who Bojan would click immediately... Maybe someone like Jere...

"You were really amazing there!" Bojan shouted over the loud music when he moved closer to Jere.

Jere's face lit with recognition. "Bojan! What?!"

Bojan's breath caught. Jere, dressed in an oversized piña colada T-shirt, was looking at Bojan from below with those trusting open eyes, like a lost puppy who was sure Bojan will take care of him. Unknowingly to him Jere was pushing all the right buttons for Bojan.

Bojan leaned one hand on a wall right beside Jere's head and bent towards his ear, much closer than needed.

"I watched your performance. You were amazing on that stage." Bojan saw Jere visibly shiver down and tension felt charged with electricity between them.

Jere started giggling but his eyes were serious when he fixed them at Bojan "Kiitos! That mean a lot." He wasn't even blinking.

"Wanna dance?" Bojan wasn't sure why he suggested that. He just knew he wanted a reason to stay with Jere.

"Okei." Jere lightly picked a corned of Bojan's jacket as if not to get lost or left behind.

Ah, another button pushed. Bojan couldn't help and wrapped his arm around Jere's shoulders, lightly bumping his head into him. He wanted to squeeze Jere into a crushing hug so badly. Jere was just too cute for his own good.

Bojan led them through a crowd to an even more secluded corner. He could feel Jere was done being looked at and wanted to hide away, so Bojan will do his best to give him that. He wrapped his arms around Jere's sides, loose enough so it wouldn't seem like an intentional hold, but still keeping a constant contact. Hoping it could visibly hide Jere from the crowd while giving Bojan an reason to keep his hands on him.

They swayed like that, almost dancing but not really and Jere's fingers had found Bojan's shirt again, gripping tight into the cotton material. Bojan could tell Jere was lost in his thoughts. In another moment he sighed heavily and pressed his whole body into Bojan's hug, as if melting into him.

"Thank you." Jere whispered into Bojan's chest.

Bojan didn't know what the thank you was for, but his heart was beating like crazy. His intentions were just to flirt a bit, like they did in Madrid, to see if there was something there worth pursuing and experimenting in their short time together. But suddenly Bojan wasn't so sure anymore. He felt like he'd be risking too much. Too much of what? He didn't know himself.

With one hand Bojan ruffled Jere's hair on a head pressed tightly to his neck crook. His heart was still beating wildly, feeling that maybe he found something way more than he was looking for. Bojan sighed, he'll have to put his personal feelings aside for now. In the meantime, he'll move mountains to make sure that Jere is okay.

[necroticghost]

I'm such a failure, a complete fucking failure