#I AM FLINGING MYSELF INTO THE SUN

[shubaka]

Caesura - Chapter 1

Fandom: Kinnporsche the series Pairing: Eventual KimChay Warnings/tags: Canon-typical violence, supernatural elements, character death (uhh it’s Kim, he’s technically dead)

Summary: On Chay’s birthday he’s gifted with a used guitar “blessed with a curse.” Unfortunately for Chay, his chronic bad luck has him feeling less than blessed, but with time and music and the help of brothers, Chay might be able to unravel the curse that has made a home in his bones.

Oh, no. My hand slipped and I have another WIP. I was hoping this was going to be a oneshot, but I am a fool, so this is no longer a oneshot.

[ladyofthelake]

Arthurs gonna cry, a lot, when he realises how long Merlin has waited for him

[onlyalittlebookworm]

oh my god electric touch is so good????

[definitionofacritter]

Liam (about Orym during this week's 4 Sided Dive) said:

"he's just a sorta average guy trying to do right"

"he can't do anything except for run and jump"

"he really felt like a failure"

Matt, in response:

gave Orym a memory of Will's presence

gifted him a brand new magical weapon that he gets to name himself

did both of these things through the Wildmother herself

Matthew Mercer heard that Orym was feeling downtrodden and lesser and went this is not allowed, and I for one thank him for it even though it is destroying me on the inside—

[astrum99]

Do you think bugs fall in love?

Their small bodies host even tinier brains. Built to crawl through soil and rocks bigger than itself. Running on a simple software bouncing between eat, sleep, fight, flight, and copulate.

V1 is smarter than a bug. It must be. It’s a war machine, so it must be. Its programming is complex enough to fry several motherboards; the internals are heated from constant, unrelenting processing needs. If it updates its optical data intake to any greater degree than these rough, messy polygons, it’d surely perish from the overwhelming information.

V1 is built to kill first, survive second. To be fair, survival would ensure more killing, so it’d be more effective. Moving through the battlefield, culling lives, drawing blood. Perfectly aligned with its programmed objectives, then.

Gabriel is smarter than a bug. He must be. He’s an angel, so he must be. He’s one of the best soldiers in the heavenly realm. Armour and swords glistened with pride and justice. He sees all. He judges all. His loyalty and perfect track record have earned him a high rank within the order. Leaving behind the creaturely "it". His light burns hot and bright within his constitution.

Gabriel is built as a messenger of the Father, then a judge of Hell. To be fair, the role of a judge was assigned to him by the council, so he supposes that his placement can be summed up as the bearer of the divine authority to bring right to all other creatures. Perfectly aligned, then.

Bugs… Well, they’re the same. I suppose. Small beings. Running pre-programmed orders derived from centuries of evolution: eat, sleep, fight, flight, and copulate. No role. No responsibilities.

Bugs are built naturally and fully, unlike humankind; but formed and ready to go within seconds from their births, like machines and angels.

So. Do they live?

When the machine and the angel escape their chains, do they see themselves in bugs?

Bugs are born to live, temporarily, fleetingly, yet live nonetheless. Do they, then, deserve to live, freeing and meaninglessly. No role. No responsibilities.

So. Do bugs love?

Do they learn that they can go beyond their basic structures? Do they see their own reflection in each other’s compound eyes? Do they recognize each other’s bodies, scents, heat? Do they feel the desire for closeness?

To flutter wings like a dance of waltz. To brush antennae like butterfly kisses. To greet and caress and lie next to each other near their death.

To move through the sky in battle, in passion. To clash swords and fists and bullets. To greet and caress and lie next to each other near their death.

The same cells in the same blood coursing beneath the same suit of exoskeletons.

Machine, angel, bug. Boiled down to the barest essence of existence; crisp simplicity.

To live, to love.

[esmes]

put me inside flesh that is dying a ghost that wanders without rest buried by desires and weakness i understand please, don't take your love away from me aka incontrovertible proof that they are HAVING SEX, courtesy of @theriddletrades

[kindahoping4forever]

Luke @ When We Were Young Fest - 22 October 2023

📸: Yising Kao

[russell-crowe]

[src]

[strayklds]

[actual-changeling]

another taste of the fic i'm working on to keep ppl interested

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Six millennia of hidden hopes and unspoken confessions are choking him, and for Aziraphale, he will allow them to squeeze whatever life is left out of him. Shaking and gasping, tasting ash and apologies, and below it all the terrifying knowledge that no matter how precisely or violently he shapes himself, neither of them are themselves anymore—and whoever he is now still needs him, loves him.

Take me like this, he wants to say, unable to refocus his eyes on their shared physical reality. Please, take me like this.

All that comes out, pushing past choked air and thorns in his throat, is a hoarse please, and before he can step aside, Aziraphale reaches out, past his walls, past soot, blood, and regret, and takes his hand.

[bylertruther]

i take it back i can't ever be normal about jonathan that boy literally planned his baby brother's funeral. he literally had to pick out a casket and try to get his mother to eat and sleep because she was going crazy and shutting down on him again in the middle of the biggest tragedy of their lives when one of the first things she said when they realized will wasn't home was that it was his fault. it was his fault and now will's dead and his mom may as well be too bc she's never going to be the same after this. jonathan was literally sixteen and at the coroner's office having to confirm that yes that is his baby brother's dead body and when he saw it he immediately went to throw up. and then when he did get him back and left with nancy literally just for like a day or whatever and came back to will being possessed, almost all gone, potentially on death's door due to the gate, and actively trying to kill them all. and when he gets home he's just brushing will's hair back from his forehead and softly saying i'm sorry i wasn't here i should've been here in the most tenderest, loving way ever. bc that's his baby brother and his best friend and he loves him so much and there isn't anything he wouldn't do for him. and when they're exorcising him, he's crying and begging his mom to stop and hiding in nancy's shoulder because he can't bear to see will writhing and screaming in pain like that. Literally How Is Anyone Supposed To Be Normal About Such A Character. HOW IS ANYONE SUPPOSED TO BE NORMAL ABOUT JONATHAN BYERS?!

[ladyofthelake]

Im super fucked up about that Gwaine post I just reblogged because

Merlin would have had zero tears left to shed, he was utterly spent and broken yet would be told he had lost Gwaine too and he died without ever fully knowing him? I mean at least Arthur and Lancelot knew his secret at the end and that is <3 but fuck me how the fuck why the fuck on the same day WHAT THE FUCK would he bury him in the lake too OH GOD did Percival carry him to the lake so they could say goodbye??? THE LIST OF PEOPLE GROWS LONGER THAT MERLIN LETS GO ON THE LAKE

and wow one day it would be Gaius...and Hunith...and Gwen...until Camelot crumbles and Merlin wanders and waits...alone...1500 years later I

[bvckleykinard]

"Almost 14 minutes."

"I'm here, baby. And I hope you know that."

"Okay, okay. i'm here. what can i do?" "What you always do."

"I don't want to break down the door, I want him to open it."

[definitionofacritter]

So TLOVM 2x03, huh?

[greaterspawnislands]

so we're all sure that wasn't a dream though. right.

[dopepoisonivyoncrack]

HIM SONGS FOR ASTARION / VAMPIRE AESTHETIC SUPREMACY