#I KNEW I KNEW IT FROM SOMEWHERE

[mediumgayitalian]

i keep seeing sad posts talking about "may castellan making sandwiches every day waiting in hopes that her son will return" and.

guys.

there is no hope for may castellan. she is not waiting at the door with lunch and a tentative smile, waiting for him to come home even though he didn't yesterday, or yesterday, or yesterday, or yesterday. "in hopes" implies that there will come a day when that hope fades. in hopes implies she knows the odds are bad. in hopes implies reality will eventually catch up to her.

there is no hope for may castellan.

she is not waiting in hopes for her son to return. she is preparing, day after day after day (after day after day after day after day after) for the inevitability that luke will return to her. she does not know he is dead. she does not understand he is gone. she does not realize that time has passed; to her luke is nine, still. to her she is still placidly awaiting to return of a fourth grader. luke is not nineteen and betraying his camp. he is not twenty and housing a titan. he is not twenty one and watching his friends get slaughtered in an arena, twenty-two and forcing his sister to hold up the sky, twenty three and realizing, soul shuddering in his chest, that he has made a mistake he can never take back, that he can never undo what he has done.

luke castellan to his mother is a child who has not yet lost all his baby teeth. the cookies she makes for him are soft, because she remembers that. he still leaves the crust behind on his sandwiches. he has scrapes on his elbows and dirt on his nose. he flinches before he hugs her. he spends a lot of time outside, but he comes home before dark.

may castellan's tragedy is not that she is penelope waiting for odysseus to one day return and we know that he will not. may castellan's tragedy is that she does not understand her hero has left at all. may castellan's tragedy is that she will never understand, and she will continue to age, and continue to deteriorate, and one day she will die and she will spend eternity walking the dying poplar fields, whittled down to the memory of something missing from her.

there is no hope for may castellan.

[pianokantzart]

When Charlotte Kristof (one of the main character animators from The Super Mario Bros. Movie) confirms that "Mario is someone who is very brave and optimistic, so he won't show everyone his feelings," then goes on to say that Luigi is one of the few people he is confident enough to open up to because of how strong their bond is.

[seiwas]

sellllllll it's meeeeee. hehehehehehehehehhehe

so for ur writing exercises.... deku + light? please? pretty please?

:3c

heheh heheh hehe niku. this will be the death of me. me writing izuku for the first time 🥲 i will only do this for you </3

contains: established relationship, spoilers for the end of the manga, aged up deku but sometime in between the final outcome (he doesn't get the h*** s*** from bakugo yet), mentions of sex and scars

deku + light

izuku only sleeps with the lights off.

it isn't uncommon; many people you know can't sleep with even just a sliver of light turned on somewhere in the room. but the difference with izuku, you learn, is not that he's unable to stand the light―it's that he refuses to.

you quickly pick up on it the first few times he sleeps over.

he fidgets in bed, pretty badly, actually. the nightlight you sleep with glows a warm yellow, illuminating the side of your face and coating him in its afterglow. you chalk it up to nerves, how he pulls at his sleeves and adjusts his position constantly; he is, after all, one of the most anxious people you know.

and this relationship―it's new. heck, even you feel a little jittery with his arm wrapped around you.

the rhythmic tapping on your hip only increases pace. you don't think he realizes it, so your hand gently reaches for his, intertwining your fingers as you turn around in his arms.

he's close, nearly touching you nose-to-nose; the proximity leaves you fuzzy, a little ticklish, so you giggle, a soft "oops," as the freckles dusting his face almost glisten under the warm light.

"hi," you whisper, meeting his eyes; they stare back at you wide in surprise, "can't sleep?"

he looks almost guilty at your question, as if you’ve caught him with the one thing he's been trying to keep from you.

"just—" his voice comes out louder than intended, prompting him to chuckle nervously as he readjusts his volume, "just winding down, sorry."

you inch closer, nuzzling his nose lightly, "it's okay."

"did i wake you?" he asks, cheeks flushing pink as his eyebrows furrow in immediate concern. his expression is something caught between stifling a grin and feeling sorry.

you shake your head against the pillow you share, strands of your hair tangling with his. "just winding down," you tease, watching as his gaze turns softer, eyelids drooping heavier.

sometimes, you think, izuku holds the world in his eyes―a deep, dark green, the color of life. most times, they look at you with wonderment, bright and alive; photos from inko tell you they're the eyes of his inner child.

on nights like this one, however, they hide a depth in them weighted by what you can only assume is time, and all that has happened to him in such a short span of it.

you try your best to understand what lies beneath them, knowing full well he'll never tell you outright what truly bothers him.

"is it the light?" you bring up, some time after laying in silence.

"hm?" he clarifies.

"do you have a hard time sleeping with the nightlight?"

his eyes widen briefly once more, as if shocked that you've caught him again. these split second reactions are ones you've learned to be attentive to when it comes to izuku.

"no," he tries to lie, but you know better as you turn to your nightstand and reach for its switch, "you don't–"

"it was hurting my eyes," you quickly make up an excuse, tucking yourself closer under his chin as you cut off his attempt to deny it again.

finding out that the light was the problem was the easy part—

you'd begun to notice much earlier on that izuku was barely rested on the nights he'd spend at your place. it was only when your old nightlight broke that you began to notice him waking up much later than you did, groggily rousing from a deep sleep.

—what was hard, was figuring out why.

at first, you suspected it was his scars.

"s-sorry, it's not—" he'd warned you, right as your hands gripped the hem of his shirt the first time you were about to have sex, "—it's not nice."

you didn't care though; you still don't care, and you've made that abundantly clear to him since. you love izuku and all his parts―all the nicks and jaggedy pieces of skin that make up who he is.

when you eventually ask him about it, with a request that he be honest with you for once, he tells you that it is and it isn't―the reason why he exclusively sleeps with the lights off, that is.

it's an odd, comforting relationship he has with his body—that he is simultaneously grateful and sorry for how its become a canvas, both painted and marred to symbolize japan���s historic last stand.

you find out the real reason when you catch him staring at his hands.

he does it often, when he thinks you aren't looking—his fists bunched up in the same way he used to watch the power of one for all course through his fingertips; the same way he used to prepare them in battle.

there’s a faraway look in his eyes that lingers, you notice—a little wistful if anything.

“do you miss it?” you finally ask. he gives you the same shocked look he does every time, as if he’s been caught with a secret he’s been trying to hide.

he’s learned a fair bit about you now, too, though—lying to you is futile when you’ve perfected reading his truth. he stares at his fists again as you take a seat beside him, moving to give you space. you rest your head on his shoulder gently, waiting.

“sometimes,” he admits, but you know it’s an understatement.

“i think about the vestiges a lot. i miss them the most, i think,” he continues, clenching his fists tightly, “i always try to reach out to them, but i guess it doesn’t work that way.”

“i… i try to replicate the right conditions every night, but…” then he lets go, stretching his fingers out wide. the scars on the surface ripple through his skin, telling its own story.

you hum, acknowledging what he means. silence sits with the two of you as you take his hand in yours, slowly unfurling his fingers until his palm reveals itself to you. it’s rough to the touch, seasoned with hard work and all that he’s been through.

“is that why you prefer the dark?” you ask softly, after some time.

it's not often that you stay up later than izuku does. when you do though, you catch him shifting in bed, moving from side-to-side. you pretend you aren't awake, but you hear him mumble their names, dwindling in volume as he dozes off to sleep.

he stares at his palm for a moment before he admits quietly, "yeah." his brows furrow as if contemplating whether to say more, but he shakes his head, dark green strands swaying to the beat of his embarrassed chuckle, "nevermind, it's silly."

"it's not."

you intertwine your fingers, sandwiching his hand between yours. a slight sheen glosses over his eyes as he tilts his head up to look at you. he draws in a breath, before it spills over.

"it's..." he finds the words, and you squeeze his hand in comfort, "it's easier to believe it was all real when the lights are out, and that maybe it can happen again."

[moonshynecybin]

yesterday i saw that clip of marco’s dad saying his favourite rider was marc because he reminded him of his son, and today your post about him and vale… :(

marc and sic's dad are actually really consistently friendly because of this its very sweet... paolo will usually defend marc and his riding style when marc gets caught up in a controversy and he likes to make comparisons between them not only in terms of riding but also personality. i cannot imagine that that was comfortable for vale at any point

(x, x, x, x)

and heres him visiting the sic memorial at sepang in 2012, 2017, and this year. the man he's hugging is paolo simoncelli

[vetteltea]

I can’t unsee it

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

consider: that classic trope of like, ed waking up after his top surgery (or any other surgery, or he's been injured, etc. - just anything that involves him waking up a bit loopy) and stede's immediately fawning all over him and taking care of him.

meanwhile ed is still high as BALLS and doesn't remember his OWN name nevermind who stede is or that they're married, and is like 'oh man you're the best nurse ever, what's your name, you're so cute, i wanna go home in your pocket!'

and stede smiles and gently informs him that he's his husband already, and after blearily staring at their wedding rings a bit, ed spends the next eternity waving their hands around at everyone on the ward like 'guys!! guys did you all know this is my HUSBAND!! and he's named STEDE!! and he's MY HUSBAND and we're HUSBANDS TOGETHER, and he's MY husband not YOURS???' while stede is laughing so much and trying so hard just to stop him making any movements that'll pop his stitches

Love this. Just had the most adorable mental image of Stede gently telling Ed that they're married and Ed looking up at him over his blankets with his eyes just MASSIVE before he bursts into tears because "this is a lot of pressure!!! You seem great what if you don't like me???" and Stede's just having to reassure him that he likes him sooooo much

[kagoutiss]

oot zelda doodle i liked :’-)))

[vickyvicarious]

This morning I am horribly weak. My face is ghastly pale, and my throat pains me. It must be something wrong with my lungs, for I don't seem ever to get air enough.

It's never stated exactly where on her throat the "pin-pricks" are, but though Mina claims they started out tiny, by the time a week had passed they'd gotten a bit bigger/more noticeable. Now, she did say she'd call a doctor about them if they didn't heal up soon, and then didn't seem worried about them when she left Whitby, so it seems likely that they healed up fairly soon after Dracula left town. Lucy knew they were there because Mina expressed worry over them, and she dismissed it.

Lucy also had a habit of looking at herself in the mirror from time to time. If the marks went away and then returned I feel like she should have noticed, instead of just attributing everything to her lungs with no mention of other possible causes for throat pain. So, it leaves me three options, all of which feel deliciously creepy:

She no longer looks in the mirror. (May not think anything of it, may just feel ill and not have the impulse - however, even more things that she doesn't understand are going on with her now. It would be a perfectly reasonable time to try and stare at herself, take in how pale she looks, how tired, try to figure out why. To practice a cheerful smile for Arthur. If she's stopped entirely, I feel Dracula is responsible.)

She sees them in the mirror but doesn't think anything of it. (Observing relevant details but unable to connect them or notice the significance. Definitely could be an effect of Dracula feeding on her. Somewhat supported by a future scene.)

She looks in the mirror but doesn't see the marks at all. (Even more explicit/deliberate hiding of evidence from her eyes. They're vampiric in nature and just as vampires can't be seen in mirrors neither can the marks they make. Very fitting with how Dracula tries to gaslight/confuse his victims about what's happening to them. Also would be a nice creepy moment in a visual adaptation.)

[vibinginthedreamlands]

How many horror podcasts do you have to listen to to automatically recognize the sound of human teeth against a stone container?

[rui-drawsbox]

⚠️ Diasomnia episode 7 spoilers⚠️

that awkward moment where you don't know how to edit but you can't take the idea out of your head (i did my best)

[bookwyrminspiration]

oh when tj klune said the antagonist was a jkr effigy he MEANT it

[panharmonium]

i am not usually interested in dramatically canon-divergent scenarios because the canon story is what compels me, but i've been obsessed with this moment ever since i re-heard it during my second viewing. from the perspective of someone who already finished the story once and now knows the truth - this was wild.

WHAT IF?

[tweedfrog]

Ages pass...empires crumble to dust...but Polly Walker is still out here in every era with the most snatched waist it's possible to achieve

[dear-ao3]

re: selling sunset my sister is trying to get me back into watching the show and you're absolutely right romain is the only one who has his shit together. f1 is kind of like office drama - you know about it and it compels you and everyone chooses a side even if you never talk about it and you can chat with your coworkers about it over drinks bc you don't have skin in the game. and selling sunset is like watching plane crash compilations - irrelevant, you know it's probably not going to end well , and yet you can't look away bc it's not something you see every day

tldr i will be staying in my little f1 corner but it's a silly little coincidence that you watch selling sunset as well

yeah it’s objectively a terrible show. i’ve seen the whole thing before. katya and i just finished season 2 or 3 (mary just got married) and yea i forgot how tame the beginning seasons are compared to the later ones where like people are threatening to sue eachother left right and center. we need more of romain. only guy with his shit together. and and tarek in that one episode where he like went the at christine and surprised everyone that was iconic.

drive to survive tried to be like selling sunset and they failed in a funny way

[prettyboykatsuki]

if this is too personal of a question, please feel free to ignore! but I was wondering because the way you talk about him is so sweet: did you ever expect to end up with your bf? like, was your relationship something that snuck up on you, or did you just Know at some point and go for it?

WAAHHHHH. it's not no worries!!!

did i ever expect to end up w my bf... it's yes AND no i think.

im not trying to be corny but i usually compare my experience w my boyfriend to like. the japanese term koi no yokan bc i think it's most accurate to my experience. not quite love at first sight but the feeling when you meet someone you know you're going to love them.

its not any exaggeration to me at all but i knew he was going to become someone important to me the first time i met him. ive yet to meet another person in my life who makes me feel like that. i know it sounds corny and made up KDSJKA but i just. knew. right away that he was going to be someone i loved eventually.

this might make some of u laugh but me and my boyfriend we're qpp's (queerplatonic partners) before we ended up dating and we only knew each other for a few months until then and hadn't hung out in person. it must've been four months of that before dating (i was dating someone else at the time we met) forreal

i dont believe in first sight but i did know from the moment i met him he would be someone i loved eventually. so while i wasnt surprised when it happened, the actual dating came as a surprise to me which is why i say yes and no

[officialrapunzelfitzherbert]

help me get out of poverty after fleeing a red state!!!

hey yall!!!

as you may know, i recently moved up to the northeast from the south. i loved florida and i'd done everything i could to survive down there as long as possible, but due to my disability i'm unable to drive. without public transportation, the only place i could work was a minimum wage job that kept cutting our hours. i'm so thankful for the support i got in order to get me here - i truly wouldn't have made it any longer without you.

i'm here, i'm housed, i'm working one part time job and looking for a second one, but between paying my movers and still being on another lease for the next 3 months because they dropped at the last minute that we couldn't sublet, i really don't know what else to do other than ask for help.

i've done everything i can on my own! i took out a loan to move but it ended up not being enough and i might not be able to get another one before rent is due. i tried to donate plasma but i won't be eligible without a doctor's note and i still don't have insurance. i've taken as much freelance work as i can find. a scheduling mixup screwed me over on my hours this month and i've exhausted all my other options.

i've started a gofundme with a very lofty goal - please know this is long term for the worst case scenario! i don't expect all of it, but there are smaller short term goals i need to meet.

$235 by October 1st (loan payments, monthly bus pass)

$1900 by October 4th (previous goals + late September rent and October rent)

$4500 total (previous goals + Florida rent for November and December - this will only be needed if I don't get a second job Or approved for another loan by November! If I somehow end up meeting this goal and then end up getting the loan and the job then any extra funding will go towards paying off my debt.)

yall have helped me once before and i wish i didn't have to ask again. i know the need everywhere is so great right now and we're all one missed paycheck away from losing everything. but if i can make it through these next 3 months then that's the best shot i have at getting out of the financial hole that being disabled in a red state had me in for so long.

thank you for being here!! love you all!!

(and if you'd like to support me financially AND get some art out of it my etsy shop and commissions are both open)