#CRIES FOR A MILLION YEARS

[definitelynotshouting]

hi of course there's no obligation to post / respond to this but i just wanted to let you know much i adore your hc au :D its really wonderful!!! the suspense (particularly in chapter 2 w/ mumbo at the end) had me physically react/gasp lol, you have such a skill in world building and the inclusion of small details :D just the little actions that make the whole fic feel more Alive ... i really appreciate the story you're telling and all the thought that goes into it!!! your writing truly is brilliant and yeah! just wanted to let you know. thanks for writing, it's really cool <3

Anon this is literally so sweet im crying thank you so so much!! Im so 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ abt this, these are such lovely compliments and im over the moon that you feel this way about my writing!!! My rough draft writing no less!!! This is so flattering im losing my mind

Absolutely cherishing you anon, im so glad you're enjoying the story im telling, and im really happy that you enjoy the little details i put into my writing to try and make it a bit more real!!! This made my day thank you so much 🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️

[devildevotee]

i'm always stuck in a loop of "you want to write a book" and "what the FUCK do you write about"

[herbofgraceandpeace]

Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this

[pocketgalaxies]

I'm alive because they made me alive. It's the connections that I made with all of them, and it's a feeling of joy. I'm happy to do this. (insp. via @igotublue)

[allbuthuman]

fatimah asghar / yasuhiro nightow / unknown / jandy nelson / the crane wives / marjane satrapi

[buccellato]

I personally think it would be very amusing if Tesla gets revived alongside Knives in Stargaze and spends her entire time being rude to him and nitpicking his actions based off of some petty grievances. Like imagine he's trying to do one of his little murder speeches and she steps out of the shadows where she was standing (menacingly) going "Hey remember that time you got a whole cake for your Birthday? I never got a birthday cake. And you guys got a whole one to yourselves" or just going "Oh that's a cool thought, did your best friend Child Killer Conrad give it to you?"

Just real hater energy from her

[keemitthefeog]

nona and hot sauce make me emo

[sherlock-is-ace]

a very famous and important argentinian journalist died yesterday and every channel and program on tv is doing some sort of tribute to him which is lovely

but the song everyone's using, is lilly allen's "fuck you" which makes it seem like everyone hated him lol but it's is relevant to him as a person and his career so it does make sense, it's just very funny to hear if you don't know the context lol

[drorey]

girl if they dont hug after 115 episodes and ten years istg I am going to start killing. they mean the world to me. cries.

[the--firevenus]

Actually make myself cry to sleep just imagining aang hold baby bumi for the first time ever and he cries cuz it's his son, his boy, his baby boy in his hand, a family he start with katara is real and they are with him and and —

[vero-valzer]

Warden Ingo from Pokémon Legends: Arceus at Sakura-Con 2024

@vero-valzer as Warden Ingo

@rekkazor.cos (Instagram) as Volo

@palmtop_kitty (Instagram) as Pearl Clan Leader Irida

[bruciemilf]

Any recs for good dad Battinson? Dying for some fics about this wet cat of a man taking care of his babies.

EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET READY TO SMILE LAUGH GIGGLE AND CRY

[itscherryterry-again]

hi i love your art!!! so much!!!! your expressions are so wonderful and you stylize stuff so well.... sobsobsob.... your "draw svsss from memory" lives rent free in my head. legit inspirational in how i imagine a lot of the cast of sv. your zhuzhi lang is especially stricking.... all of them are honestly.... also your recent moshang!!! augh!!!!!!!! iconic!!!!!! the expressiveness of everything really does it for me! the pose! mobeis legs spread looking down at his mug!! qinghua flailing about, focused on the task of recounting and flourishing whatever tale he was telling!! so cool... so dynamic... not to mention your clean linework and colors... just actually breathtaking.... (also chesthair. yes. and sqh slight stubble. also yes. very good)

also the drawing with shen jiu wearing a shirt that says "victim of female hysteria" is a thing i quote all the time. changed my vocabluary.

thank you for sharing your works! it really makes my day every time you post something new!!!

H ..HELLO? user shanumaru i follow u RELIGOUSLY, your moshang clothing designs made me gagg so bad, i love how dynamic and full of expression your line work is! its so blocky and shaped, actually scrumptious. You choose very bold colors i vividly remember even after scrolling.... I reblogged your smoking sqh comic on every plataform i found it on. ....

Are you joking ommmgggg im so flattered !! 😭😭

[ratman3and4yaoi]

me searching for sdra2 fans in 2024 that arent only on reddit and have discords im not too shy to ask for (impossible) *gone wrong*

[yellowfingcr]

It starts with an amulet, a thing of gold inlaid with rubies that seemingly slips from his calloused hand into the bloodied waves; a spoil of a battle he had never wanted to take part in, now a gift more gilded than the souls slain by the whaler. A slip of the hand, Brom tells the crew, and they bemoan and jeer at his supposed misfortunes even as he wonders how she might appear when adorned all in gold. Thus more join the first as they hunt and harpoon, and each time they're beset by buccaneers those slain by his worn hands fall into the thrashing sea with tokens of his affection. Offerings to the sea for better fortunes, Brom tells the crew, and they shake their heads at his superstitions even as they wonder why he bothers to kiss the bejeweled bracelet and emerald-blessed diadem just to cast them away. They'll never understand, Brom knows, never could, and when at last they make for port he leaves them to their rousing and revelry in favor of a rowboat and a ring-- one he presses into her palm corpse-cold, warming both with a press of his lips. "This one is yours, and yours alone, just as I am," he admits, forehead pressed to her own and nose just brushing hers. He wonders if he's imagining the chill of her breath mingling with his own with their being so close, amidst the careful rocking of the boat and the gentle lap of the midnight waves. "I suppose the sea will loathe me, for laying claim to you just as it has already. I would not beg forgiveness if it does, though." He doesn't shiver when he draws her near, nor when his lips press firmly against her own. "Not for this. Not for you."

But Leviathan below she loves him. 

Her fellow revenants tell her: stop. This is a tale we and you have seen before, and it can only end in heartbreak or death. They say so while knowing so well that knowledge never was ward enough against action, not for them and not for her, and anyway, she doesn’t care. All she has shared and shares and will share with the mariner named Brom tastes nothing like future promises of misery and all like the most beautiful most right thing to do.

They tell her: you know no time. Remember this again. You have been emptied of it at birth, scoured and scraped so thoroughly of all the frivolities of mortality into something water-pure. As long as our Lord unseen in the lightless depths of the oceans persists you will too, and because it is a creature of infinity so are you. But he does know time. It is all he knows. Your beloved is an hourglass, flowing, emptying by the second. 

She clicks her shark-sharp teeth together. The blackness of her eyes narrows to slivers. She remembers again, of course. And all she hears is that each flowing grain is gilded, then, made thrice as precious, and she so blessed to witness them. 

Sometimes she says, enough, you are well-meaning but incite cowardice. Retreat, as a defense against pain? We, the heart-eaters, the devourers of souls? We cage futures within our mouths. (I share mine with him between our lips.)

They stay silent. It’s not empty of meaning.

But damn their caution and damn their words. To remind her is a kind formality and how this gesture irks her. Heysel sometimes doesn’t say, you should see him fight. The balance and certainty of his motion, propelled over the swaying wood of a ship, and the sunlight catching in the brook of his untied hair in salt wind. A lion, magnificent. No being more free. Sometimes she doesn’t tell them you should hear him sing; no siren compares. I could listen for aeons. And sometimes doesn’t tell them he gifts me things of gold even if it means less coin for his men, and I catch them all, I catch them always, it gladdens my slow beating heart so. I laugh soundless and blue underwater then press my lips to them.

(Sometimes she doesn’t tell them, and I have guided him to a cave near the shore, its path whispered in seashells, its entrance demanding that one crouches and dives before emerging into its secrecy. I have awaited for him there. Only wearing hunger and all he’s gifted me, glittering like scales. Thank you for the gifts, love. Come closer. Come undress me.)

The one time she’d capsized his boat with sly delight and held his drenched cloth-sticky body to herself. The many times they’ve spent talking and in silence under the stars. The shape of his smile. Rest between his arms. His kindness and his sweetness. His warmth. This ring. 

Gilded grains all filling the space of the most splendid man she’s ever met. 

Heysel kisses him again, once, twice, her cold hand against his bearded cheek. “My heart. The sea does possess me, but I am its the way a daughter is their father’s. Not by choice.” Her tone, sand-soft. “But you- you are what I choose. And I choose to be yours."

She squeezes the ring, fondly. Each grain thrice as precious.

“I have been... meaning to likewise gift you a ring. Which also means. Ask of you something, officially. If you'd like to...”

Each grain, Heysel, flows still, and you are millennia old, and this hesitation nears the ridiculous.

“...You are what I love and all I love. When I’m with you I am so unbelievably alive. Because of you. And I could go on but truly, you are beyond description. And if you wish, we can tie us through formal rite. Your rite. So. Your ring upon my hand. My ring upon yours. Vows and promises to exchange."

They ask her: are you happy, at least?

She tells them: I have hardly known such joy.

"If you'll have a revenant bride, of course."

[sciderman]

guh... gwendy...