#EVERYONE GO READ IT

[ghuleh-draws]

spicy terzo please and thank you mwah mwah

mwah mwah ♡

(a scene from infernal)

[pien-art]

totally enamoured by @eve-is-obsessed ‘s fic “Need Me Then” <- go check it out !!! I can’t wait to read more of this au !!!

[chillentertainer]

read a fic on ao3 by Piersanti called 21 Syllables in which long story short (and spoiler alert) lawrence and benitez fall in love. then benitez becomes the pope and leaves lawrence behind. lawrence proceeds to crash out so hard that he catches pneumonia and is now quite literally on his deathbed.

piersanti you get it. you understand lawrence’s sheer dumbassery and martyr complex and deep self-loathing and half-baked suicidal ideation.

the man doesn’t eat, sleep, or even drink water, and then is surprised when he Almost Dies. like yes that is what all lawrences should be like. this is the only characterization of lawrence that i will accept from now on

[yjcorefourenjoyer]

While he's looking for Bruce, who's lost in the time stream, Tim gets cursed. If nobody tells him honestly that they love him in the next twelve months, he's going to die.

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[1t-wasnt-m3]

I DON’T KNOW IF THE AUTHOR HAS TUMBLR BUT UGH SHOUT OUT TO THIS FIC https://archiveofourown.org/works/50296618/chapters/127059256

IT’S SO GOOD I AM GNAWING AT MY CAGE GO READ THIS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

[elkaseltzer]

literally all i could think of when alastor spent five days thinking about how he blew his chance with the cute guy he met in Fall For Me by @flywolf33

[vypridae]

I’m the anon from earlier, just in case u cant find the comic, here is a link for all parts!! https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/89399633

Have fun 😊

FOR ANYONE WHO WANTS TO READ IT (will be reading it 1387187459 times over again)

[actuallyitskal]

why the fuck no one told me soph was writing pirate au? what the actual fuck. it's so good. the romeo and juliet'ification of rosekiller has my head SPINNING. really, the sass of james potter and the way sirius black is The Runaway Prince got me lightheaded

[stressed-sock]

He pulls his trusty instant camera from his chest pocket and checks it over for any scratches on the lens or lingering dust before sighing and emotionally preparing himself for the most annoying part of his job. Not because he hates it, he’s actually quite the fan of photography, but because if he misses an important angle now he might not have important information later, which is perfect fuel for being mad at himself. He works on autopilot, hard won muscle memory from almost a decade of work, and tries his very best to ignore Cub’s stare burning into his back. Hypno tunes back into what xB is doing just in time to hear metal slam against wood as he attempts to open an apparently locked drawer.

art for chapter 5 of a debt in blood by @woseary!

[for the @mcytblraufest event :D]

[gaywarcriminals]

It’s officially the season to reread Life Is Not A Hallmark Movie

[momos-servants]

EVERYONE STFU A SAILOR IN SEARCH OF DROWNING POSTED

I AM SO FUCKING NORMAL ABOUT THIS FIC

Thank u anonymous writer for giving me something to look forward to really much love ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[sweetlywriting]

i made my first oneshot of malleus, pls tell how it went😭

I LOVED IT OMG 😭 THE “So, why were you holding your own sword against your neck?“ LINE + the whole idea of duty applying to both malleus and reader and it being the reason they met but also the reason things ended the way they did 🥲 lmk when your requests are open bc this was rlly good bro I’d love to see more!

[boundsoffateandfamily]

Supernatural // excerpt from “A moment” by Gregory Orr

[cannibalhellhound]

Me rn:

NOW ON AO3

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Eddie and Buck come through the door of Buck's loft together in a fit of giggles, still high over Chimney's expression being spat on by an alpaca, when they see Tommy sitting alone on the floor, pressed to a corner where he is staring out the window.

"Tommy?" Buck says, delighted and about to head over, when Eddie slaps a hand to Buck's chest. "What?"

Eddie's eyes narrow. There's nothing overtly odd, but there was something strange yet familiar about Tommy's expression and position.

"Buck, go make coffee."

"Eddie it's 9pm," Buck protests.

"Make. Coffee. And don't come over until I call you," Eddie doesn't mean to put on his Dad voice, but it works on Buck, and as Buck heads to the kitchen, Eddie goes to Tommy.

Thousand yard stare. Left hand clenched over the right wrist. Jaw set.

There is a knife in his right hand.

"Kinard, you okay there?" Eddie asks softly.

Tommy's gaze flickers and he looks at Eddie, a small frown creasing his brow. "I don't know."

"You know where you are?"

"Evan's place." He frowns more deeply. "I heard screams. Explosions."

Eddie sits down. He can hear the coffee machine going and Buck is probably hovering, waiting for Eddie's signal.

"When did you hear the sounds?"

"I don't know. I was... I was in my car, heading home. And then next thing I know I was... I heard screaming, and I drove here, and all I could think of was Evan. I had to get to Evan." Tommy blinks rapidly and his breathing picks up. "Where is-"

"Buck, come here," Eddie calls out.

Buck practically dashes over and kneels down next to his boyfriend. "Tommy."

"Evan," Tommy breathes out, and as if a string is cut, his rigid posture goes slack. "You're safe. You're safe."

Eddie exhales too. "Tommy, drop the knife."

"Knife?" Tommy looks at his hands and instantly relaxes his grip. The knife falls the short distance with a thud. Eddie reaches over and picks it up. A folding utility knife. Something Tommy would have in his car. "I didn't... Did I hurt anyone?"

"No," Eddie says with a tiny smile, patting his friend on the knee.

Beside him, Buck is swallowing down his thousand and one questions. He touches Tommy's arm tentatively, and is reassured when Tommy pulls him into a one-armed hug.

It could have gone badly, if Buck had run up to Tommy suddenly and unwarily. A knife wound to the gut would be a bad, bad thing, and Tommy would never forgive himself.

Some dark days, Eddie was thankful he had somehow had the presence of mind to lock the door before he fired the shots. If anything had happened to Christopher... He shakes himself out of the sheer horror of the thought.

"I thought... I heard screams," Tommy's telling Buck, "and I knew, I knew we were under attack, we had to find cover, but I needed to find you. I needed to make sure you were safe."

Buck kisses him on the forehead, then on the mouth, twice. "I am safe. We all are."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Either of you."

Eddie stands. "I think we all need some coffee."

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Eddie and Tommy are sitting at the table, picking at what's left of the nacho chips, while Buck has been persuaded to go take a shower.

"You seeing someone about that?" Eddie asks.

"Used to." Tommy smiles grimly. "It was... It was really bad at first, when I just came back, but it's been... Shit, it's been a year and half? two years? since the last one."

"Auditory hallucinations."

"Explosions and screaming. There were... It was an accident, they told us afterwards. Bad intel. Civilians weren't supposed to be hurt." Tommy snorts. "Bullshit liars, all of them."

"That why you left?"

"Once the tour was done, I was too. I like flying. I don't like killing." Tommy's face is ashen. He looks a decade older with exhaustion. "I like what I've built since."

"I can tell." Eddie sighs and grabs Tommy's wrist, squeezes it once to get his attention. "And before you beat yourself up about the knife, I'm gonna tell you that you had a firm grip on your knife hand." He leans in, catches Tommy's guilt-ridden gaze. "You would not have hurt him. Part of you was keeping yourself in check." He squeezes again when Tommy tries to avert his eyes. "Tommy. You wouldn't have hurt him."

"I might in the future."

"We'll tell him how to manage this, okay? Because... Because he's had to deal with me too. He gets it. He really does."

Closing his eyes, Tommy inhales, holds his breath, and exhales. "Okay."

From the bathroom, Buck calls out, "So you guys done with the heart to heart yet or do I have to stay in here any longer?"

Eddie laughs, and is relieved to see Tommy's face crinkle up in that same warm, familiar grin. We're all gonna be fine.

[beepboopappreciation]

Is this anything

[stil-lindigo]

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.