#Hope someone is crying with me

[shu-box-puns]

Ok but how about this:

Tsu'tey is telling Spider a story or smt and at some point he mentiones Sylwanin and, since the little bean has probably never heard of her up to this point, Spider, with all the innocence and wonder in his lil eyes, asks who is Sylwanin. And Tsu'tey, no matter how much pain and joy the memories of her at the same time give him, decides to tell him.

AWEEEE, just Tsu'tey getting a little teary eyed as he goes down memory lane and tells Spider all about the mischief he and Sylwanin used to get up to when they were kids. He tells him about their competitive relationship. How they used to compete against each other constantly, and how it drove the adults mad. How Sylwanin bested him in pa'li riding, so Tsu'tey got back at her by becoming one of the best archers the clan has ever seen. How both of them struggled terribly at learning English, and teamed up against Neytiri when Grace accidentally praised her for her swift learning.

At first, he doesn't tell Spider about the school. His boy is too young to know about such tragedy, and Spider knows not to ask. Tsu'tey speaks of Sylwanin in the past tense, so he knows more or less what happened.

Instead, meal times tucked around the fire, turn into story time, where Tsu'tey shares stories from his past. Spider is positively thrumming with interest, eager to learn about his Dad's youth, whilst Tsu'tey feels something in him healing as he talks about his first love and isn't immediately met with apologies and tight smiles. Spider geniunely wants to know who Sylwanin was and Tsu'tey is more than happy to paint the picture for him.

He tells his boy how much of her he sees in him. Her curiosity and burning determination. Her lovable personality, how drawn to her he was.

He smiles bitterly at the memory of her first clean kill. How she had pranced back into HomeTree, to Tsu'tey who had been saddled with helping his father for the day, boasting about how she was going to complete her iknimaya first. Out of spite, Tsu'tey had gone out the day after and completed his first kill by noon. That startled a laugh from Spider, whilst Tsu'tey beamed with pride. The hunter shared amused tales of the climb into the Hallelujah Mountains, how Tsu'tey had been the one chosen to tame his ikran first. How he had struggled, his ikran giving as good as he gave, whilst Sylwanin whooped and cackled from the sidelines.

He talks about stolen nights away from the clan, riding their ikran around the forest and talking about everything and nothing. He spins wild tales about trips down to the river, playing among the rocks as children whilst unearthing all manor of weird and wonderful animals from the riverbed. He talks about Sylwanin's interest in healing and how she took to her Tsahik training like an ilu to water. How she wrestled Tsu'tey into sitting still after he returned with his hunting party late in the evening, so she could check him over for injuries, ignoring his pouts and complaints. With all his love and adoration for her, Tsu'tey shares how full of life his childhood friend had been, how much he missed her now.

And then he pulls himself out of those bittersweet memories, to find Spider watching him softly, his expression open and understanding. They mirror their grief back at one another, quiet and companionable. Steady and healing.

Sylwanin would have loved Spider, Tsu'tey knew, suddenly mourning a reality that couldn't be.

[hinamie]

"I'll show you every day that choosing to live was worth it"

some of my favourite scenes from @hijinks-n-lowjinks' fic things i would miss from the other side . this fic tore my heart out fr but like in a good way and i wanted to pay it homage the only way i know how <3

[noodles-and-tea]

You’ve just got this real magic, capturing the sunshine summer of childhood in the tiny Pines twins. Like I am fully convinced I could show the overcast sky one of your pictures of Stanley and the sky would be like. Pack it up clouds, time to get back to the sun.

Ohh thank you :(((((

[tzarrz]

i listen to fog lake too much

[ba0shanblack]

Joong said Hwa is: “Quieter than anyone else, but when he spreads his wings he is more gorgeous than anyone, like a peacock”

Hwa said “maybe these are the words I needed to hear the most” and that it hit more coming from Hongjoong ❤️‍🩹❤️

[wandixx]

I've seen a lot of different takes on Fear Toxin/other fear causing stuff (Yellow Lanterns Ring or something)(later just called Fear Toxin cause I'm lazy) but here is another one.

Danny seems like he isn't affected by Fear Toxin because his biggest fear is that his accident changed him so much he is no longer human, he can no longer truly experience human things.

So when he gets lungful of fear Toxin, he feels normal. He was antsy before, because c'mon, it's a rogue attack but it's not worse. Or so he thought. Because the anxiety lingers. Not enough to register as abnormal just this slight hypervigilance that makes you see things about yourself and your surroundings that you'd never realize otherwise. He'd realize he doesn't blink as often. He'd realize that if he doesn't consciously focus, he sometimes seems to not touch the ground. Forgets to breathe. He can't feel his own pulse at time. He'd realize people will miss him when he's walking down the street as if he was invisible (people just don't care about everyone they pass by). When he'd look straight into his reflection, he'd look slightly to the left. Not enough to actually name anything that was wrong but just stretched enough to fall on the wrong side of the uncanny valley. If he just caught his reflection in the peripheral vision, it'd be vaguely shadowy creature with glowing green eyes and white smoke instead of hair. Overall he'd be just wrong enough to be distinctly not human.

For everyone else, he'd be just a dude. Literally couldn't find more normal dude than this dude. Will pass as absolutely normal human unless someone is specifically looking for ecto-ghost stuff. Even most magic users wouldn't clock him at the glance

Tldr: Fear Toxin makes Danny perceive himself as some sort of eldritch horror but not enough to make him believe he'd actually be affected, while from outside perspective he's Just A Dude™

[fairydrowning]

"People cry out of fatigue. But how horrible it is to hear someone say, ‘she’s just tired.’ Tired, yes, certainly, but just? There’s nothing just about it."

– Heather Christle, The Crying Book

[bixels]

the rarijack comic made me cry for a hour, great stuff

Thanks.

[ethan-acfan]

Headcanon that merlin and Arthur can only die if the other is by their side. (Merlin can only die if Arthur is next to him, and Arthur can only die if merlin is next to him). This can explain the whole immortality thing, how Arthur escaped so many near death experiences, and opens the door for a reversed role where Merlin was the one to die instead. Also, the amount of angst and heartache that this creates is insurmountable. Also, I just really like greek tragedies, and I think only being able to experience death when your other half is near is pretty fucking tragic. (Also, I just really want a fic where they both spend their fair share of time being immortal and then finally die in eachothers arms, even better if they poisoned themselves together so they will never have to leave eachother again)

[fantasymusicreblogs]

“My son I’m finally home!” - I Can’t Help But Wonder from “EPIC: The Musical: The Ithaca Saga” by Jorge Rivera-Herrans

(Work in Progress) I, along with MANY other EPIC artists, was inspired by Mico and Jorge during the livestream and this is the lineart lol. The design for Telemachus is directly from the incredible livestream art by @ns2dstudios

[shinjaeha]

thinking about how gyu ho was quite literally the light and love of young's life. how when they first meet, he's the one that presses that bottle to his mouth and asks if he's okay when young gets knocked down. how he travels all that way to young's apartment just to put his curtains up for him when he sees how the light bothers him when he sleeps. how he's the metaphorical ray of sunlight on young's face coming through the gap in those very curtains when he's counting all his moles.

how he's always smoothing out the crease between young's eyebrows when he's worried, like he's trying to smooth away his troubles. how his acceptance of kylie is so easy and simple bc he knows that it's something that young has opened up and trusted him with. something that he's never told another soul about, and it's understandably something painful for young to be so vulnerable about. how he tells young that he's still the same person with or without kylie. everything about gyu ho is a balm. the way he soothes and reassures. the way he loves.

that scene when they're kissing in the club for the last time encapsulates the very essence of their relationship imo. young doubting and constantly asking what happens if they argue again once they're back home, and gyu ho answering him so easily and honestly with "then we'll make up!" over and over again bc it really IS that simple for him. simple in a way that it's not for young who is never able to get past the doubt and insecurity of it all.

[reidgif]

can't wait to gif matthews new spencer reid episode

[artuurle]

This isnt really an ask this is just me holding out my empty plate to you

More Grujaja stuff please!!!!! very yummers!!!! :D /noforce

Great news, i have a bit of unposted doodles of Grujaja cuz like i mention in other posts every time i draw smthn sad w him I cope by drawing cute or silly images. (and one other sad one oops)

the rest of the doodles are for my silly hc (honestly borderlining au at this point w the amount of images i've made for it lol) that caused this whole mess, those under the cut for the sanity of the people. [thumbs up]

Grujaja making Hector die from stress right before he tries to ascend to godhood.

bonus Capo trying and failing to pretend like he doesn't care as well. if you even cares. /silly

[thatkdramatho]

[microtyalm13]

everything about Gavriil feels suffocating.

how his presence alone can be almost overwhelming, how his massive body cages you everytime without a chance to escape. you wouldn't dare to try anyway, knowing that you don't even have a say against a creature of his caliber. he will find you. in your dreams, in your nightmares. in your room.

how he will be intense and vague about everything just for the sake of it; to confuse you further, to see the conflict of emotions in your eyes merge with arousal. eventually your hesitance turns into acceptance, a desperate need to feel his hands all over you. and he will be oh so grateful to fulfill that desire.

how his thick tongue pushes past your lips and into your mouth, reaching almost the back of your throat, relishing in the muffled little sounds you make. your drool mixed with his saliva drips down your chin, and your hazy eyes look up at him when he finally pulls away, giving you a second to breathe.

how his hips are slamming into you relentlessly, your wetness and lack of resistance allowing him to move almost effortlessly. forced to hold onto him for dear life instead of pushing away. all of your morals and principles are being tossed out of the window every single time he comes to you. he has you where he wants you, and will not stop until he feels like you can't take it anymore.

and how in the morning he vanishes away, leaving you guessing: was it just another wet dream? but the cold stickiness between your legs tells you more than you need to know.

[princema-k]

for requests: how about clive (sorry) crying. or just being emotional in general

is this good