#BRB CRYING FOREVER

[mikimeiko]

Bodies | 06. The World is Yours

[howlonomy]

About monster clover au can he fly with his wing?

WHHHHAATTG THIS IS SO CUTE??!?!? LITTLE CLOVER AAUUGHHGG if you believe hard enough,,, maybe you can <333

[nightingaletrash]

Veilguard Spoilers - Post-Ritual, first Lighthouse scene

I'm having feelings about Rook and Varric's convo at the Lighthouse. Alessia is so prepared to be scolded for her reckless impulsiveness once again, for acting without thinking, for not coming up with a better plan, only for Varric to reassure her that she was doing the best she could with what she knew. She's so ready for a scolding only for Varric to be kind ;-;

he tells her that she's got this, she can handle it, and he lists all of her strengths rather than berating her weaknesses, and she's absolutely thrown by it

and then he goes on to list her impulsive act - of killing Antaam soldiers to rescue their captives - as one of the reasons he chose her. The thing that the Crows punished her for was a factor in why Varric wanted her for the mission, a reason he finds her to be admirable.

I'm just... so soft about their friendship already. He's absolutely a soft influence in her life, the kind she's probably not had since childhood, and I need to see more of their friendship as the game goes on ;-;

[pillowfort-social]

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[hearteyesmcgarrett]

the chants + sid and tanger waiting on the ice to congratulate flower have me WEEPING

[antialiasis]

aaaaaAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAA ;-;

[lindsayribar]

It is so immeasurably sad to me that when Zheng Yi takes the Revenge crew prisoner, she leaves Ed's body alone on the ship. Like my heart literally cannot deal with that. He says in his purgatory dream that there's nobody waiting for him if he chooses to live, at a time when the ship is literally empty, except for him.

[rachadoodz]

I just finished

I dont even have words

I just feel so many things

[bobcatmoran]

Fuck. This is the second time in as many days that I've ugly cried over a Kingohger episode. I understood just enough of the kings' message. And what it means.

[locura-azul]

https://www.instagram.com/mrs.frollein

[pearl-blue-musings]

Did I cry over a boy who broke my heart cause I saw his Instagram story of his new girlfriend????? yes yes I did. and did this boy tell me to my face he was interested and then try to tell me he never was???? also yes

[razorsadness]

Doors open on the left at Belmont.

II. Lex and I elected to go on the ‘Discovering Queer Chicago’ outing because it would get us into Lakeview, and therefore close to Belmont. Lex wasn’t even queer, though most of her friends were, and both of us had already discovered queer Chicago, many times. We went on the little tour through Boystown, but when the group headed to a different part of the city, we stayed in Lakeview. We headed west on Belmont, occasionally stopped in thrift shops, but mostly just walked, and talked in that way you do when you’re young and getting to know someone. By the time we’d reached Clark Street we already knew the names of each other’s hometowns, top ten favorite bands, and last five exes. It was mid-September, the trash cans swarmed with yellowjackets, and though the light was autumn gold and the nights were growing chill, the days were still summer-hot. “I could use an iced coffee and some food,” Lex said, and I agreed. “We should go to the Kokomo Caffe,” I said. “It’s just up the street a bit.” “Oh shit, you know the Kokomo? My friend Schuyler told me about that place. She hangs out there a lot.” “Oh fuck, I know Schuyler! Well, sorta.” So we went to the Kokomo.

I noticed the barista right away—a gorgeous skinhead boy with the scally cap, the Fred Perry polo, the tight, cuffed jeans, the boots, the whole bit. I’d had a latent thing for trad/anti-racist skins for a while. I had several skinhead friends, and there was something about their look that I loved, that made me wonder if I wanted to date them or be them. I’d been cutting my own hair into a Chelsea fringe, in between other haircuts, for a few years. My interest in skinheads had reached a fever pitch a couple months before, when I read Don de Grazia’s novel, American Skin. Though the book took place in the late ‘80s, the characters felt like people I knew. And the places were places I knew— Northwestern University and the neighborhood of Lakeview both figured prominently in the book. And here I was, a Northwestern student, in a cafe on Belmont, making eyes at a skinhead. I tried to think up something to say to him, beyond ordering another iced coffee. And then Schuyler walked in. “Stupid skin!” she shouted to the barista. “Dirty punk!” he shouted back. They both smiled, and she went up to order a coffee. As he poured it, they chatted, and I eavesdropped. I heard him say something about which classes he was taking at Columbia College that semester, and then I knew what I’d say to him. When Lex waved Schuyler over so they could catch up, I saw my opportunity. I walked over to the counter. “Hey. I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop,” I lied, “but I heard that you go to CCC. Have you read American Skin? The author teaches there.” “Yeah,” he said, “that’s a great book. I haven’t met him, though. He teaches fiction writing and I’m in the film department.” “Oh, hey, I’m in the film department at Northwestern.” “Cool,” he said. “I’m Seamus.” He stuck out his hand and I offered mine for him to shake, and the brief brush of his palm against mine sent emergency flares zinging through my body.

I didn’t know yet that the Kokomo would become the nexus of my life, in a way that would both save and ruin it. I didn’t know yet that Seamus would become one of the best friends, and greatest heartbreaks, of my life. But I knew I’d be coming back to the Kokomo, to see him, very soon.

—Jessie Lynn McMains, from “Belmont Vignettes” (Reckless Chants #27, 2023)

[ghost-proof]

[my-burnt-city]

The waitress puts on her coat and picks up the suitcase that the boy left behind. She doesn't want to leave her home, but he has promised her a future outside these city walls, and after so many years under siege, she has to admit to herself that it's worth a try.

She turns the sign on the door to "closed" and turns around to take one last look at her bistro. Kneeling on the ground, she closes her eyes and offers one last whispered prayer.

Not to the gods, in spite of the shrine she faithfully keeps on the wall. Not to her queen, who has stood so tall while suffering so deeply. Not even to the city, the only home she's ever known.

She kisses her fingertips, tenderly presses them to the tiled floor of the bistro, and then she stands up and she is gone.

[gojonanami]

dearest sab,

you keep coming up with such brilliant ideas!!

i don't know how you do it!

it's so cool!!

i literally love all of your ideas xx

you guys are too nice to me 💕😭😭😭😭 I cannot believe you love the word vomit that comes out of this brain truly

it means so much — thank you my love 😭💕🥹

[meganerin]

Do you ever feel your brain being rewired in real time after witnessing something and you just know you’ll never be the same —