#I am seriously sobbing

[musette22]

https://x.com/hourlyseb/status/1876180074715886006?t=rCsLx0YEXSNjrb-3cCTo_g&s=19 his friends flew from NYC to la to be with him 😭😭😭😭😭😭

CRYINGGGGGGGGGGG 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 ABSOLUTELY SOBBING OH MY GOD 😭😭😭😭 This is the most precious thing I have EVER seen, they're all so ecstatic for him and so proud and happy and they love him so much because he is SO LOVABLE AND WONDERFUL AND SUCH A GOOD HUMAN AND HE DESERVES THE BEST FRIENDS AND HE'S GOT THEM AND THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Also that one person asking "which one was it for??" because our boy was nominated for not one, but TWO GOLDEN GLOBES aaaaaahhhh

[gingermintpepper]

Obsessed with the way Evadne's relationship with Apollo is described. Obsessed with the way Apollo was especially gentle with her because she was sheltered, hidden away and hadn't had any sort of experience with love prior to Apollo (and due to it being described as her 'first learning Aphrodite's joy' through Apollo', it was probably her first time even being attracted to someone). Obsessed with the way when she runs away, she stops in a violet patch to give birth. Y'know, violets, very famously the flower so strongly associated with Aphrodite that they were used in love potions? Those violets. Obsessed with the way that when Apollo realised his lover was going to have to deliver their child alone, he sent BOTH the goddess of childbirth and ALL THREE OF THE FATES to help and support her. Obsessed with the way that Apollo sends snakes to feed his baby honey straight from their fangs because Evadne abandons their son out of straight primal fear when her stepfather finds her and how the description of that honey is 'sweet venom' [ἰός] of the bees and is DEFINITELY a poetic pair/pun with [ἴον] aka violets and that every single thing about this relationship, conception and birth is a complete and utter fairytale down to Evadne's insanely overprotective stepfather having an immediate change of heart when he learned Evadne's child was an actual, legitimate Son of Apollo and the babe, after being cared for by his dad's honey-fanged snake buddies, was found perfectly healthy five days later swaddled in a blanket of violets (y'know the flowers so strongly associated with Aphrodite that they were used for lo-) and they called him Iamus aka Boy of the Violets which is AAAAAARRRR I AM GNAWING AT MY ENCLOSURE

Iamus was made of love. Everything about him was surrounded by deep and profound love and like, let's not even talk about his whole Thing of when he came of age and was like "I need to find out what my purpose is" and he literally had a Disney Protagonist moment where he ran out into the wilds and was like "Father!! Grandfather!! Tell me what I'm supposed to doooo!!" and then APOLLO FUCKING ANSWERED AND LED HIM TO ONE HIS TEMPLES ENTIRELY BY TALKING WITH IAMUS AND LETTING HIM FOLLOW HIS VOICE FOR THE WHOLE JOURNEY LIKE -

What do y'all know about the kind of SSS tier romantic escapades Apollo had fr?

[kalashnikovlobotomy]

meaningless episode in which nothing is wrong so nothing is right

[hellishfig]

just finished www #23: on your way, and i have many thoughts. all of them make me want to cry.

ame knowing as soon as she got back to the cottage that her actions had burned a bridge, not just with the citadel but with one of her best friends, and yet still needing to complete her tasks as the witch of the world's heart. the spirits she awakens so as not to leave the cottage untended or unprotected, and the way she asks and does not take. the note she leaves, should her friends make it there.

eursulon in the fire, followed by the man in black, who is a brother in the way all spirits are brethren, but not the sibling eursulon seeks. leaving through the burrow, fighting monstrosities, and seeing the citadel raze cities to ruin beside a jungle of rot. finding the tree. his tree. the tree that is emblazoned on his shield, his coat of arms, what he fights to protect. and inside... his sister. a family she made for herself.

and suvi. hurt but still afraid that ame will die if she stays. determined to not let that happen. conversations with steel where she says that another wizard said that the wizard sly lied, or did not tell the full truth. commiseration, but suvi holds back the full truth, and suspects steel of doing the same. an airship to fly north. to protect ame, yes. but the mage armor mean that no creature or spirit or witch will ever be able to touch her again. broken trust, if not broken love.

and through it all, the thread that the citadel represents a threat to the world's heart itself, and to all spirits beyond. the council of elders wishes to neutralize that threat. grandmother wren did not.

questions moving forward: what is the true purpose of the war on gaothmai being waged by the empire? why does kalaya's family look like suvi? is suvi going to have a villain arc? i have my theories, but i'll get into those in other posts.

thank you to the worlds beyond number cast and crew for giving us this incredible story. i'm so excited to see where you take us next.

[makethiscanon]

MHA Final timeskip spoilers but NO GUYS I AM SOBBING LOOK AT OJIRO'S ADULT APPEARANCE HE IS AS BEAUTIFUL AS I ALWAYS HOPED HE WOULD BE I THINK I'M GOING TO THROW UP YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THIS HAS DONE TO ME--

HE HAS THE SLICKED BACK SPIKEY HAIR I ALWAYS PICTURED HE WOULD HAVE AND ALSO THE ROUNDED NECK COLLAR FUR AND THE BLACK SKIN TIGHT TURTLENECK FROM MY PRO HERO DESIGN FOR HIM.

I love him. That is my adult tailbaby husband in all his glory thank you literally I could not have asked for anything better I am literally a broken mess you don't understand you don't--

[crystallizsch]

Drops this here without any context

🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍 STOP THE WAY I Jjust—

(unhinged behavior btc)

HDHBDVENHESBEEVVEBEVEVEVECEC???¿¿??3)(3)&&6;$HFDJBR REJKTLTJBRNT;!3!?4!

i I JUST WOKE UP gGOOD (???) MORNING??? helLP Me Im iMm????? SCREAMING. IF I LOOKED AT THIS LAST NIGHT I WOULDNT HAVE BEEN ABLE TO SLEEP AT ALL IM KTJKYKJYFHRV I CANT EVEN PROPERLY DO A RESPONSE IM JUST 💀💀💀💦💦💦 ;;;;;;;;

YUUSHA. GIRL. HELLO WHY . SHE SHE SHE- AND JADE AND JAMIL ON OPPOSITE SIDES THEY. SHES IN BETWEEN TWO SCHEMING IDIOTS THEY’RE SANDWICHING HER. FREE HER. IM . IM JUST. IM GONNA PASS AWAY IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT

TATO. GET BACK HERE

[wikitpowers]

finished outer banks tonight and no no no that did not happen, it didn’t it didn’t it didn’t it didn’t 💔

[isaut]

𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆— f!reader x captain rex. 1.2k. ao3

rex is back on the fleet ship. he's completely on task, like he always is... previous. masterlist.

The fleet ship hums around Rex. He sits in one of the deck chairs, eyes trained on the datapad in front of him. It's the report from the last mission, he really needs to be focusing on this, this needs to be done tonight… Instead, his mind cannot stay focused. He needs to take a cold shower, with the images that keep flashing through his mind. 

Espresso. Sweet cookies. Sweetness. Warmth. The images aren’t even stale, he can still feel your hand wrapped around him, separated by the thin of a condom. 

“Hey.” 

Rex still hasn’t forgotten the tightness, the squeeze right before the climax. The wetness all over him. Gods, the wetness all over him. The mournful way he’d cleaned himself up in the bathroom.

“Hey.” 

The second interruption is accompanied by a pair of hands landing on his shoulders. Rex startles, which is very unlike him. He looks over his shoulder and is met with General Skywalker’s familiar face. 

Immediately, he snaps to attention. Stands up, still holding the datapad. “General, I didn’t notice you.” 

“I figured.” Anakin waves his hand and Rex relaxes his stance. “I have two things. One, do you have the reports done? Plo is asking for them.” 

“Almost done, sir.” Shit. 

“And two, you’re thinking really loud.” Anakin bites down on the inside of his cheek to hide the smile forming on his face. “Like really loud.” 

Embarrassment courses through Rex’s body. Suddenly, his suit is a thousand degrees. Jedi and their sensitivity. This time he doesn’t have the cover of his brothers and the exhaustion of battle to keep from the prodding. 

“Glad you had fun on Naboo,” Anakin says, his grin escaping from his teeth. “Again.”

Rex clears his throat. “I should really get back to the report.” 

“Sure,” Anakin says. He turns to leave, then stands in front of the doorway. “Hey, better me than Plo, right?” 

“Yessir,” Rex replies, feeling even warmer. 

Anakin places his hand over his heart. “They’re something else. Your secret’s safe with me.” 

Anakin’s words rattle in his brain: women from Naboo are something else. Rex swallows. And “Thank you, sir.” 

Anakin gives him a lazy salute. The doors slide open, and leaves Rex alone in the room. With a long exhale, Rex looks out to the endless darkness of the galaxy. He rubs his hand over his hair, collapsing back into his seat. 

With his exhaustion, Rex treats himself to a warm shower. The fourth shower stall on the second hall of the captain’s area in the barracks is the best one. It has the best shower pressure, has the purple shampoo, and the cucumber body wash. Rex likes his showers in the middle of the night to ensure that there’s no one else using it. Out of over fifty showers, he doesn’t think it gets used often. 

The sound of the water coming from the faucet, combined with the sound of shower shoes on tile, is the only noise in the area. The pitter patter is almost meditative. Rex’s mind wanders, floating about as he stares at the white tiles. You have nice tiles, a creative mosaic in your bathroom. Everything on Naboo seems artisanal, down to the way you live. The way you talk. The way you touch. 

Rex’s hand hovers over the shower knob. He should go to bed. There’s an uncomfortable hardness brewing between his legs. He should blast himself with cold water and go to bed. Cold water is good for his hair. 

But the water is warm. It’s adding a red hue to his skin. He’s comfortable. It’s cold on the ship. It’ll be cold in his room. It’s– 

Rex’s hand slides down his pelvis, until the conjuncture of his thumb and first finger meets the base of his cock. He hesitates for a moment, looking down his chest. Water slips past him, over his head and down the sides of his face. 

He thinks about your shower. He thinks about you in your shower. He pumps himself to the thought of all your exposed skin, warmed by the steady stream of warm water. He imagines that you take hot showers, scalding hot showers, just like him. He imagines that you’d be impressed that he indulges in hot showers. 

A sigh leaves his lips as his fist travels towards his head then back down. He inhales, deep, as he presses his free hand against the wall and leans forward. Another shaky breath as he passes his thumb over the head of his cock, spreading a speck of precome over the growing head. 

Rex swallows. His hand is no way comparable to yours, it’s too broad, too rough. There’s no softness. There’s a gentleness that he simply cannot match. 

He replays a common memory for him now. You, straddling him. Hand between your thighs, reaching for his cock. The feeling of his fingers bumping up against yours. The warmth as you sunk down on him. The look on your face, the pinched brows, the open mouth, the little moan from the back of your throat. 

Rex almost mimics it, but it comes out as a heavy sigh. 

Then there’s all your skin flashing through his mind. The vanilla, the rose, the shea butter. The taste of coffee on your tongue. Your tongue. Soft and moving against his– Rex twists his wrist. Another shaky breath escapes his lips. 

Truly, Rex doesn’t know how he lasted so long. His short timeframe had been a blessing, had been able to hide that he easily could have come just from sinking into you, from the feeling of your walls pulsing around him from the–

Rex’s jaw hinges open. His eyes squeeze shut. He rests his forehead against the hand pressing against the wall. Milky white spills from the head of his cock. Rex’s thigh shakes. 

He pumps himself as he comes, pumps himself after he’s finished, until he’s a hair tender. Only because he imagines you would do the same thing, with a breathy smile on your lips and a glimmer in your eye. 

Rex stands under the scalding spray, watching the water wash away his release. He takes gulps of steamy air. Unhooks his washcloth and pumps body wash onto the cloth. 

He washes his legs again, and while the cloth rubs over his thighs, he tries not to think of your lips there, of your tongue there, doing what his cloth is doing currently. He tries not to think of you doing exactly what he’s doing, cleaning himself off. He thinks, instead, of cleaning you up. Of the cloth against your thighs, of the essence he had to swipe away. 

He should have used his tongue. 

Rex shuts the water off. 

It’s silent, in the shower hall. He towels himself off in the stall, and changes in the open. With his towel slung over his shoulder, he walks back to his room. 

It’s small. Just a bed on metal and a little counter, a little mirror. Rex hangs up his towel and comes over to his neatly made bed. He reaches a hand under the mattress and pulls out the little sticky note with your frequency on it. 

(17) 21-54-9875-6720

Rex has stared at it for a long time. Has dragged his thumb over the penned in numbers. The 9875-6720 stares out at him. Calls out to him. 75-67. 

Rex tucks the paper back under his mattress. He turns out the light. Flops onto his back. Stares up at the ceiling, at the blinking, red light there. It could go off any second, calling him into action. 

The Force works in mysterious ways. Rex rolls over to his stomach. Wraps an arm around his pillow. Closes his eyes. Sleep finds him, and dreams cradle him against her warm chest.

[skitskatdacat63]

I don't think I can ever emotionally recover from these

[larphis]

You’re laughing. A Catboy is holding a dead fish while kissing the love of his life in the moonlight - who, by the way, just had to give up on his new fancy coat because apparently it was cursed - and both of them are actively deciding to take it slower because they are investing in a healthy long term relationship, and you’re laughing.

[sillyfreakingstrings]

hi so like

i just got mpreg flashed by punch out is this normal...(/joke. yes it is. i love it here)

[becauseplot]

fans of philza’s rp characrers: *have been making captivity/bird-related angst content for years*

ccphil: oh hey :) *a cage for a cage*

the fans: HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO US I CANT BELIEVE IT STREAMER PAY FOR MY THERAPY PLEASE HDJHUUEUEUEUEU—

[citrine-elephant]

this world is cruel and unjust

my blanket is in the washing machine

[christinaroseandrews]

A friend of mine died on Tuesday.

I hadn't seen Jan in years. Not because we didn't want to see each other, but because we couldn't. Money. Health issues. Distance. The obstacles were pretty damn great.

But that didn't mean that we weren't friends. We kept in touch. Mostly on Facebook. Before that LiveJournal. Before that AIM and ICQ. I've known her a long time.

I first met her at Katsucon. Then again at the first Anime Central. And then again and again at conventions over the years. We just clicked. When she moved back to the US from Japan I went to her house several times. And she even came to mine. Which if you know me you know is a fairly big deal...

She wasn't the first transgender person I knew. But she was the first I knew well and the first that I knew both pre transition and post transition. I got to see firsthand just happier she was after she began living as her authentic self. It was literally night and day.

She was beautiful and fun and generous and loving. In the pictures that I have of her her smile is so wide and so bright that you could swear that the sun shone out of her soul.

Is she also had her darker moments. And she wasn't perfect, not by a long margin. She had her demons. And her burdens. She lived her life as a true hedonist and that came back to haunt her. But she never stopped trying to suck the marrow out of life, live to her fullest.

I'm going to miss her.

Rest in power, Jan April Scott-Frazier. The world is dimmer now that you're no longer in it.

[gayfrasier]

hey everybody. been a while! i would apologize for dropping off the face of the earth but it will happen again. thought of you all often.

[the-one-that-weeps]

There's no better feeling than someone associating you with something they love. A flower, a song, anything. Like- I crossed your mind enough times for you to compare me to something you hold dear?? I'm sorry??? Can I cry???