How I look every year on Ciel’s birthday knowing that I’ll get to see bajillion beautiful fanarts throughout the whole day
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OH SHIT HAPPY LATE TRANS VISIBILITY DAY TO ALL THE OTHER TRANS PEOPLE (OR VAMPIRES OR WEREWOLVES OR GHOSTS (?)) OUT THERE :D
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woke up after a really bad night and go to tumblr only to discover that everyone is awesome here: amazing new Yannis material is posted, recent Coldplay content is already here, ee fandom is alive, friends write wonderful tags and mentions...
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thirteen update ☀️🥀🪰🏚️
chapter 6: march
summary:
(“Be here. For Adrien.”
“Emilie, I can’t…”
“For me, then. Love him for my sake.”)
A sob cracked open Adrien’s chest. He ripped away from the wall, clapping a hand over his mouth to try and stifle himself. His lungs wheezed, a crumpled can, and the world slipped off its axis.
She was dying. She was dying. She was dying, for real, and soon, and this was what they hadn’t wanted to tell him.
excerpt:
Time barrelled on after that, like a ground speeding toward him in freefall.
Lessons slipped through his head and smiles stretched over his mouth and Adrien’s life became, more than ever before, defined by the moment he would next see Maman. It was like his brain couldn’t catch hold of anything else, couldn’t grasp it. Even when he was out doing other things, in other places, he wasn’t really. He was always back with her.
The shift happened sometime in the beginning of March.
A change in the air, the bones. The house held its breath. Walls stood cleaner and quieter and bigger than before. Or maybe Adrien just got smaller. Maybe it was like a vacuum, like he’d learned about in physics. All the air sucked out of his lungs, crumpled up like a can.
The silence was the worst. When Adrien was gone, he could lose himself a little. Turn his brain off at photoshoots and fall into the monotony of fabric on his body, skin on his face, hands all over, fixing him and fixing him and fixing him. Dissolve into the rhythm of fencing, blocking and thrusting and parrying and sweating and not thinking not thinking not thinking. But being inside the house was different. He couldn’t do anything but think, couldn’t be anyone but himself. Even his shows started to fall flat; Adrien found himself restarting the same Ouran episode ten times because he hadn’t absorbed a thing. The house was so quiet, his brain so loud. The world was transparent and he wasn’t quite sure he was real.
And then he would see Maman.
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the thing about labru vs kabumisu is that both of them have the same core appeal to me, specifically from kabru's side of things: kabru being someone who is constantly agonizing about social rules and putting on the right mask, and meeting this Weird Fucking Guy who does not (cannot) care about all those things, and so kabru slowly allows himself to be more genuine. they're both such good relationships (whether you view them romantically or platonically), why must there be so much hostility between enjoyers of these ships?
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Viva's backstory effed me up cuz according to Clay she wasn't the one who was trapped by Bergens, she went back to save the ones that were, which is how she lost everyone she loved.
And that's why she was separated from her family, because she acted like a true leader. She was trying to save as many lives as possible and she made it but it came with a price. Like her dad always said "no troll left behind". This just makes me so sad. And she took care of the trolls and found a new home for them where they'll be safe while she didn't know if her family was still alive and she was too terrified to even try to go back and try to find them.
And seriously this makes me wanna cry but can we also appreciate how badass this girl is? She FOUGHT Bergens. She didn't just run away from them, she kicked their butts. These creatures are giants compared to her. OH MY GOD.
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