#HE DIDN’T DESERVE IT

[night-drawz]

Matador

[wildsaltair]

just call me pain and sorrow because I belong to Maximus no matter what he does

[booksimppp]

IM READING ONE OF THE FANFICS OF THE CAPRI TRILOGY FROM LAURENT’S POV AND IM AT THE END OF PRINCE’S GAMBIT AND THEY JUST SAW NICAISE’S HEAD

I CANT STOP CRYING PLEASE SEND HELP

[random-writer-23]

Whenever you find me deep in thought I’m not thinking actual thoughts I’m thinking about this kid's villain arc.

[redhoodsleftkneecap]

I truly believe Seth would’ve been loved if he’d of been given the character development of Andrew.

He was so young when he did he never even got a chance to change and improve and when you finally start trying, you’re killed as a warning.

Seth truly deserved so much better, yes he was an asshole but often people forget Andrew literally drugged Neil.

i was reading some of the aftg bonus content + old asks nora answered (here) and a lot of it is sad, but the one thing that truly got me was this:

i’m in tears over seth gordon because like. imagine for a moment that you are a fifth-year senior, last one standing of your original teammates, the rest of whom killed themselves or dropped out. you raised your younger siblings from elementary school onward, struggling with behavioral and substance issues for years. you try so hard to get clean but it never quite works unless your on-again-off-again girlfriend decides she wants to be with you, and she fills the void that drugs leave. it’s a good period with her, so you don’t take any drugs with you when you go out. you’re so close to graduation, so close to championships, but you overdose, drown in your own puke on the bathroom floor. it’s ruled a suicide, but you were killed by your new teammate’s enemy to prove a point. you sang. you were a tenor.

[kingchaoss]

TW: Knife

Have

Have gif I made

He’s not okay

Lucian owned by Me

[the-big-cheese]

BRING MY BOY BACK HE DID NOTHING WRONG!!!!!

[chloesimaginationthings]

The moment FNAF movie Vanessa knew she fucked up

[ehaydon]

Me just getting up: ‘oh ho ho, i’ll check the izzy tag for a quick second, just to get a taste of the new episode before watching’

me:

[sarcastic-clapping]

claudia BEYOND justifiably hating lestat and louis and dying hating them because they didn’t see her as a person with her own agency and treated her like a child at best and a toy at worst and both are ultimately to blame for her suffering BUT louis and lestat both genuinely loving her (in their own fucked up and deeply inadequate ways) and seeing her as their daughter and being irreparably traumatized by her death and their culpability in her suffering and the knowledge that she died hating them and it’s their fault and they can never make it right ever

[kelin-is-writing]

How… Do I recover from this…?

[kitkat-the-muffin]

I love how Wallace ended up being Todd’s gay awakening and then they DIDN’T end up together in the end

Instead Wallace led him on by failing to communicate that their fling was temporary and now Todd has an unhealthy obsession with Wallace and it’s so so so funny (and so tragic)

Next thing you know Wallace’s new boyfriend is gonna have to fight Todd’s new league of Wallace’s evil exes

[to-be-a-dreamer]

I know everyone was calling him The Flash, but can we all agree that the way Tango was teasing and taunting everyone while they were trying to kill him was actually peak Quicksilver vibes

[colberine]

crying some real queer tears over how anxious and scared izzy was to have makeup on and sing in front of everyone but they didn’t blink an eye and just started dancing and singing with him

[royaltea000]

watching yet another person fall from an unimaginably tall height

[inthehouseoffinwe]

Finarfin Fades.

No one expects it, no one’s faded in Valinor since Miriel. The War of Wrath is won and he comes back, waving off the courtiers, well wishers, and congratulators with his usual grace, and walks into the palace of Tirion. To rooms abandoned since their owners left so long ago. Winding deeper and deeper his feet take him to what was once Finwë’s favourite garden.

He’s so tired.

He’s fulfilled his promise to Fëanaro and Nolofinwë, to avenge them. To make the agony of their final moments - agony Finarfin felt, falling to the floor screaming as fire and darkness consumed his spirit - count for something. Now Morgoth is finally gone, but he’s not the only one.

His brothers, larger than life, larger than death, are gone. With them his sons. Niece. Nephews. Grandchildren. His daughter is never to return. He Saw little Nelyo’s death in his dreams and is sure hopes for the child’s own sake that Makalaurë will be close behind.

Little remains. Even less on these golden shores.

So Finarfin sits on a bench long overgrown with vines and weeds, and watches the sun filter through the thicket, wishing the ghosts he sees in his father’s garden would flesh out.

He sits. He waits.

And by the time anyone finds him, it’s too late.

…at least he’s smiling again.