#what if i... broke down...

[zuzu-draws]

[ To Save your enemy (Your Family) ]

[elodieunderglass]

I’m still processing how it happened and wondering what it all means, but today a big pink hamfaced English guy tried to fight Dr Glass in a parking lot (!) and a completely unrelated, amazingly tall woman appeared (!!) and charged the other guy in defense of Dr Glass (!!!) shouting at him so effectively that he got in his car and drove off.

Dr Glass doesn’t look like anything in particular or even do that much, he is so ORDINARY. He just emits some kind of magnetic field that causes Events, and yet the magnetic field also creates feedback that insulates him from the Events. Doesn’t even have to do his own fight scenes!! just magnetically attracts a TALL BRAVE WOMAN to destroy the entire fighting premise. No one can prepare for this. I feel like I’m the only person who notices it

[deathandnonexistentialdread]

Yami crying for his Partner is the most tragic thing I have ever watched

[iknowicanbutwhy]

Lucy crumbs pretty please??

Lucy crombs!!! Thank you for asking!! both Lucy and Siffrin kind of wish they could just walk everywhere

(Inspired by this)

[shittybundaskenyer]

winged insect—funeral pyre

[padfootastic]

i just remembered that canonically, sirius got to godrics hollow after hagrid.

which means that after he had his godson taken away from him (bc lbr that’s exactly what hagrid and dumbledore’s orders basically did) then he went into the house and saw james and lily’s dead bodies alone. no buffer in the form of harry crying out for his parents or even the godfatherly instinct of making sure his kid is alright.

he was there, with his brother and friend’s cooking body, all alone. stewing in grief and pain and rage and guilt. ALONE.

do we even know how long he was there? for all we know, he could’ve been catatonic right there besides james all day.

[idontmindifuforgetme]

used to daydream about fairytale reconciliations after pretty much every platonic or romantic fallout i ever had, but sometimes it’s healthier to just accept that someone will never own up bc they don’t think you’re worth the trouble. anyone who truly cares would move mountains just to make sure that they communicate w you if they truly want to rectify the situation. but sometimes it’s their ego getting in the way, sometimes they have a narrative of you in their head they’re determined not to break, and sometimes they just don’t care enough about you to even consider it. they don’t have respect for the friendship or relationship in its posthumous state bc it was nothing to them, or at the very least it doesn’t eclipse their pride or their desire to appear correct in a situation or just outright the need to be done w the situation rather than be a good person. still guilty of this but i’ve been getting better at just nipping the delusion in the bud and just being okay w accepting that someone truly does not care. until they prove they do that is the assumption i go w every time. and it is saving me a lot of heartache

[melveres]

letters from his Spellbinder

[untoldstar]

rich yandere x reader part 3

part 1 part 2

I missed my bby warner so yay part three after a decade everyone applaud🙏

male yandere, female reader

Warner impatiently drums his fingers on the steering wheel, his eyes locked on the restaurant's window. Specifically, on your figure sitting on a table in front of the window, allowing him a front-seat view of your supposed 'date' with this random man. After he shows you all he could offer you on a silver platter, somehow, you still run to another mediocre man who takes you to an alright restaurant at best for a first date.

He's a little disappointed in you if he's being honest. And he's more disappointed with how you're acting like you're actually enjoying this.

You sip your wine with a smile, cheeks flushed bright in the warm lighting, eyes glazed over and gazing into that man's eyes like he's the only one you see. Leaning over the table closer to him, letting him touch your hand.

Just what do you think you're doing?

The drumming fills the silence of his car, and he's surprised the windows aren't fogging up with the way he's huffing and puffing. He's waiting for this little playdate to be over so he can have a little chat with you, and if you aren't being a difficult brat like you always are, he could take care of you properly. You shift in your seat slightly to rummage through your purse, and his eyes zero in on the movement., You only twisted your body slightly to the side, but the slight movement made the fabric of your dress shift, revealing a dark navy strap tugging at your skin.

He stills. Were you wearing his present for another man? Were you planning to show it to him? To use it?!

His body is moving before he even realizes it, swinging his car door open and slamming it behind him like a madman. A couple walking down the sidewalk whip their head to the sound, concern painting their face, but he ignores them and keeps walking towards the double glass doors. He charges towards your table, and your date notices him first, his smile fading as his eyebrows pull in a tense line, you turn to look over your shoulder and your eyes are blown wide, you almost jump out of your seat and bolt but he makes it to your table in long strides before you get the chance to, eyes locked on yours the entire time.

Your date notices your reaction and straightens up "Can we help you-" Warner looks at him with absolute disgust and disdain, like he's nothing more than a pest that dared to crawl near him "I'm not in a great fucking mood tonight, I'd mind my business if I were you." His gaze slides back to yours, softening only a little but still having that hard edge where his anger burns slowly. "Come on love, let’s go." He sighs extending his hand out for you to take it, and you feel like your entire body is on fire. "Excuse me? I'm not going anywhere with you, and if you thought for even a second that I'd do otherwise, then something is seriously wrong with you." He huffs and rolls his eyes. "Save me the dramatics, love. Come with me so I can dine you properly and discuss this little stunt you pulled." Your jaw drops, "Stunt?!" You don't mean to but you shout making a few heads turn in your direction. You feel embarrassment creep up to color your cheeks as you hear murmers around you but you don't back down "You follow me and crash my date, which I have been enjoying up until now, and I'm the one who pulled a stunt?" You're both glaring at each other, fire burning behind your eyes, bodies tense. You dates eyes dart between both of you, almost hesitating to intervene. He pushes his seat back, the wood screeches against the floor, and you both snap your head towards him. "Listen, man, you need to leave. She doesn't want you here, and we'd like to finish our date. We don't need to make a scene." Warner doesn't say anything, only stands still and stares unblinkingly at your date. You hold your breath, You wouldn’t be completely surprised if he pounced on your date right now.

But he never does. He only walks away from your table and through a door in the back disappearing deep in the restaurant. You share a worried glance with your date and shrug, both of you not saying a word. A few minutes later, Warner is walking out with a paper in his hand and determination in his eyes. Your eyes widen and your mouth gapes "He fucking didn't.." You whisper, and your date looks confused.

The entire table shakes when Warner slams the paper down, silverware clinking and wine spilling on the white cloth. He crosses his arms and taps his foot impatiently. You take a closer look to read and have your suspicions confirmed.

The fucker actually did it.

"I assume you have the basic capability to read, meaning you realize I own this place now. Get the fuck out of my restaurant." Your date scoffs "Whatever man, you're insane. Come on, let's get out of here." He picks up his coat and reaches out to hold your hand when Warner blocks it "You won't be taking her anywhere or putting your hands anywhere near her." His tone isn't the usual polite classy one you're used to. He sounds viscious, like he's being held back by a thread. You spring up from your seat catching both their attention “This is ridiculous. Look, I need to take care of this, you should leave." Your date almost looks betrayed and he looks at you like you're the craziest person he's ever met "Are you serious? He's crazy-" You reach a palm up to pat his chest comfortingly "I promise I'll be okay. I'll call you later." Warner scoffs, muttering under his breath "Like hell you will." You hold back from shooting him a glare instead focusing on your date who seems to be having an internal conflict. Eyes darting between you and Warner before he slowly nod "Okay I uh- Just text me or call me or soemthing. Let me know you're okay.” You nod and give him a gentle smile and he finally leaves but not without looking over his shoulder about five times. As soon as the doors shut behind him you hastily grab your coat and purse and walk around Warners body to the door, not once looking at him and not bothering to put on your coat either, the only thing on your mind was getting as far away as possible from him. A decision you soon regreted as the cold air hit your exposed skin. You were only a few steps out of the restaurant before you heard the door open behind you followed by shoes tapping on the concrete floor. He gently tugs at your arm "Wear your coat, it's cold." you shake your arm out of his grasp and coontinue walking "Not cold." He hufs behind you.

You don’t have to look at him to know he’s rolling his eyes "I don't mind working for it love but I really don't think either of us is in the mood tonight." You hear his footsteps behind you but you continue ignoring him. That is untill yout feet are lifting off the air and you're being thrown over his shoulder like a sack of patatoes "What are you doing?!" Your hands ball up into fists and pound on his back “Put me down. Now!” You tel when you feel a sharp sting on your ass “Stop fussing darling.” You reach his car and finally he lets you down. If he notices how red your face has gotten he doesn’t show it. He opens the passengers door and looks at you with a bored expression “Get in.” You’re tempted to spare a glance behind your shoulder to see if you could make a run for it but settle with quietly getting in the passenger’s seat. After tonight you’re sure he has no issue picking you up and placing you in the car himself if it came to that.

The car ride is quiet. Only the hum of the cars engine and the clicking of the blinker filling the silence. You shift uncomfortably in your seat and clear your throat “How did you know I was on a date tonight?” He sighs and smiles softly “I always know what you’re doing. I thought you knew that already.” You roll your eyes “So you followed me like a psychopath and ruined my date?” He shakes his head bitterly “That was a joke not a date. He doesn’t deserve you.” You turn to him fury in your eyes “And you do?!” The car stops abruptly and you brace a hand on the dashboard “Yes I do. More than anyone and I truly don’t understand why you can’t see it. I’ve shown what I can offer you and you’ve barely considered it. What’s worse after everything you go to a random man who can’t give you half the things I can” He growls “Do you truly despise me that much?” His eyes hold desperation and frustrations. Your glare softens “Are you really never going to stop chasing me?” His gaze hardens “Never. You can hate me all you want, you can throw out everything I give you and I’ll never stop.” You sigh your body going limp. You look out the window to see you’ve been outside your apartment this whole time.

You bite your lip and curse under your breath “Okay.” You’re probably going to regret this “One date.” He smiles and reaches a hand up to caress your cheek tenderly “Thank you love.” He leans in and his breath fans against your ear “I promise you’ll wish you would have done this sooner.” You shudder and push him away. “Don’t get ahead of yourself I’m just getting you off my back.” You grab your purse and reach to open the car door “Burn it.” You blink “Burn what?” He looks at you with an unamused stare “What you’re wearing under that dress. I’ll buy you a different one.” You scoff “Pervert.”

You make sure to slam the door behind and not look back once knowing he’s staring at you.

The next morning just as promised a package arrived at your door. Dark red, lacy and filling your head with thoughts you don’t want.

“I should make it clear you don’t wear this for anyone else love.

See you soon.”

You don’t crumple his note and chuck in the trash like you normally do.

Guess you’re going on a date.

[swanbelly]

i'm taking him home to my willow tree i will bury him among the roots so he can be with me

@whatlurksbean

[transformersbrainrot]

Yall ever think about how Megatron must've compared himself to Orion before the war...

Think about it: You're a miner who got arrested and forced to kill for entertainment, and you have all this righteous anger and resentment towards the world that you yell about into the void, and somehow... somehow, your words resonate with this person who is friends with, practically family, to so many of the Senate and the elite he should be everything you despise but somehow when you meet all he can talk about is how much your words mean to him and how what you're saying is important and valuable. He's everything you never were allowed to be. He has the perfect life, and he looks up to you? Do you think it inspired him to try more? I wonder how much sooner Megatron might've snapped if Orion had never been in the picture? Orion thought so highly of him, and I can't imagine Megatron could think of himself the same way. Even with Orion's encouragement, do you think he thought of himself as bad because Orion was so good and they were so different? I don't think he ever figured out what Orion saw in him, and it breaks my heart.

[wat-zu]

Dysfunctional family au— showdown aftermath, one week later

[temeyes]

in my mind, they never broke up --- [yu and kento] | [shoko]

[sleepyskeleton-0]

Midday shenanigans (gone wrong):

[915 words]

It was a bright, sunny day at Lon Lon ranch, the birds were chirping, the breeze was blowing through the trees, and the horses grazed serenely in the fields.

Time and Malon shared a brief kiss before they ended their leisurely walk around the farm.

They’d both needed some time alone to catch up, and seemed satisfied with their day. They needed to head back for lunch now.

The old man stepped up onto the doorstep to open the door for his wife when he heard a small splash. Confused, he looked down to see water had pooled under his boot from… behind the door…

The couple looked at each other, then back at the water, then at each other again.

Time wrenched the front door open as quickly as he could, then just stood there, gaping at the mess in front of him.

“TURN IT OFF TURN IT O-”

Wild choked and hacked as water sprayed aggressively on his face. He desperately clung to a clearly broken pipe, trying to quell the rush of water that was rapidly flooding the house. It sprayed over him continuously, spreading all over the counters, on the floor, on the others.

“Damn it, Miss Malon’s gonna kill me,” he whined.

The woman in question stood in the doorway, in complete and utter shock, unable to move from her spot as water flowed past her and out into the yard.

Wind was frantically shoving things this way and that to avoid excess damage, unsuccessfully, as he ended up breaking a few things in the process. Four and Legend focused on mopping up the water that had almost reached the sitting area, and Warriors and Sky were trying to cut off the water from under the sink.

“HURRY UP!”

“WHAT?!”

The water was so loud that none of them had heard the couple walk in.

“WHY IS THE WATER STILL ON?!” Legend yelled, grimacing at his soaked through socks.

“THE PRESSURE IS TOO HIGH, WE CAN’T GET THE BOLT OFF!” Sky replied from the floor. Unfortunately, he and the captain were both drenched head to toe, trying to shut the thing off.

“WHAT BOLT? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING?!” Four shot back.

Wild had his face turned so he wouldn’t get sprayed in the eyes even more. He tried to block the stream hitting his face with his hand and failed terribly.

“GUYS! I CAN’T-” the sound of yelling was cut off by more coughing.

Time continued to stare in disbelief.

“I- I THINK I GOT IT!”

Warriors grunted and pushed a stubborn handle down and immediately the water stopped.

Wild gasped, he was sure he had an entire ocean sloshing around in his lungs by then.

He looked like a wet cat with his hair and clothes clinging to his shivering body.

Tentatively, he let go of the broken tap. It dripped, though nothing more leaked out of the breakage. He sighed.

It was finally quiet.

“What the fuck is going on here?!” Time broke the silence, raising his voice and crossing his arms over his chest tightly. Everyone whipped their heads around to see him and his wife by the entrance.

Time cursing was not a good sign…

“T-time! Back from your walk! How was it? Was it good? Was-”

“Wind! Shut up!” Four whisper-yelled through grit teeth.

Time wanted his answer.

Among all the heroes of courage, no soul was brave enough to face the wrath of the Hero of Time.

Said hero scanned the faces of his comrades, unwilling to wait any longer.

The captain must have sensed this, because he slowly stood and took a deep breath.

“We were helping Wild set up a nice meal to surprise you both, but one of us accidentally bumped into the tap and it burst.”

It was an obvious cover up, given the extent of the flooding. Time was just about to call Warriors out when he heard a snort next to him.

Malon tried her hardest not to laugh, had her hand over her mouth in a poor attempt at stopping herself. When that did nothing to muffle her snickers, she gave up and outright cackled at them.

The boys shifted about, confused. Sky managed a twitch of his lips, praying his smile stayed off his face.

Time raised his eyebrows at his wife in disbelief.

Chatter and two pairs of boots falling into step sounded just behind him.

“Hey! We’re ba- WHAT THE FUCK?”

Hyrule’s jaw dropped, he looked over everyone, at the man-made lake in the middle of the house, then at Malon, still laughing at the expense of the boys caught red handed in front of her.

Twilight beside him opened his mouth to say something, saw the look in Times eyes and thought better of it.

“I guess we won’t be able to fry these anytime soon,” the traveler mumbled, setting the basket of fresh eggs on the entryway table.

Giggling still, Malon put a hand on her husband’s shoulder, “looks like we’re eating out tonight!”

Everyone let out a collective sigh. Time would never argue with his wife.

“Fine,” he grunted, ticked off but smirking at his wife’s reaction. He’d have to get a specialist to enchant the pipes again and fix the stove, which would be a pain in the ass, but it was all worth it to see Malon’s bright grin.

It really had been ages since he’d seen her smile like that.

[melverie]

Sometimes I'm doing well, and then other times Lucifer's level 30 intimacy phone call in Nightbringer suddenly comes back to mind, and I am once again reminded how Lucifer is so utterly desperate to connect with Satan in any way. It doesn't even have to be meaningful; just having his brother despise him a tiny bit less than before would already be more than enough

And when they finally do make the tiniest, most insignficant amount of progress imaginable, Lucifer is so overjoyed about it that he ends up celebrating with a horn of Demonus......or two, maybe three... Might as well finish the bottle. Let's open another one! And another, and another, and another! We've got to celebrate tonight, after all! Hm? No, he isn't drunk MC, what a stupid question to even ask. Here, he'll drink some more just to prove it! Then after that--!

And all that because he and Satan managed to hold a conversation for a minute longer than usual

[backpackingspace]

Consider young odysseus and Penelope courting by going on adventures together (committing crimes)