#I could go ON AND ON

[an-ungraceful-swan]

I don’t read books or join fandoms stories crawl inside me and then refuse to leave

[itsatorchwoodthing]

im a big believer that owen harper would HATE the doctor

1. “he’s not even a real doctor”

2. he made his father and friend (jack and martha) suffer

3. just their vibes are so different also owen is a hater in general

[ghostlycleric]

Figuring out whos endgame is disturbingly easy when you think of it like this:

El “he’s my first boyfriend” Hopper

vs.

Will “we could just play dnd and nintendo for the rest of our lives” Byers

Will says that twice, once during a fight, and a second time after their second fight. Will has never imagined a life without Mike. Even at their worst. At milkvans worst, El was happily hanging out with Max and talking about boys.

I wonder who could possibly be endgame…

[roanofarcc]

I never listen to men’s opinions in general but ESPECIALLY when it comes to movies. you’re going to tell, as a man, that the barbie movie was bad? you just can’t possible understand the complexities of the transition between girlhood and womanhood that happens before it should. you have no idea what it’s like to cling so desperately onto your own imagination as an adult after spending your pre-teen/teenage years pretending that playing with dolls and wearing pink was so beneath you. you don’t understand fighting with your mother only to one day realize she is living through you and doing all that she can to make sure you go leap and bounds further than her. men couldn’t possible grasp the impact watching Barbie herself cry and say she wasn’t perfect or pretty anymore, when your whole childhood was built around carrying her in your backpack and knowing that one day you’ll be the president, an astronaut, and a model because she was. because she was yours and you were her! yeah, the movie was silly and funny and self aware and maybe you don’t think it’s “that deep”, but as a woman you just get it. as someone growing up still in your childhood bedroom that no longer has a dream house but the dolls are still above you in the attic because you can’t throw them out, you get it

[little-bumblebeeee]

Joe Keery how dare you seem so sweet and genuine and listen to other people’s interests and let people speak and have those big brown eyes and smile like that and have those hands and and and

[dearausten]

Frederick Wentworth taking time to comfort a grieving mother and indulging her to talk about her son... helping Anne with her nephew and making sure she gets a seat in his sister’s carriage because she’s clearly tired even though no one else noticed... going to see Captain Harville as soon as he hears from him because he (Harville) suffers from an old injury... breaking the news to Captain Benwick that his fiance had died bc Harville, the lady’s brother, couldn’t bring himself to do it... offering to accompany Henrietta home after Louisa’s accident and promising to look after her... spending the journey trying to comfort her and cheering her up... being the first to tell Mr. and Mrs. Musgrove about what happened to spare them the shock of seeing Henrietta so altered... taking care of Mrs. Smith and making sure she gets a property that will give her benefits because she is Anne’s friend...

[iikisa]

jlaire reverse au! more under the cut

This is yet another AU i’ve imagined… Reverse Aged-Up Trollhunter AU ✨ whoozie

It’s her senior year at Arcadia Oaks High when suddenly Claire finds the Amulet of Daylight becoming the first human trollhunter.

In this AU, think of Claire as the gorgeous punk introvert and Jim as the golden retriever extrovert.. he can cook, do first aid, super kind, tall and handsome?! every girls dream right? and Claire’s (not so) secret crush.

She’s friends with Toby early on because of their amazing sibling chemistry and Toby’s natural charisma— he likes to help (and tease) her with her little crush on Jim.

Eventually you can imagine our iconic trio together fighting stony crime: trollhunter claire, warhammer toby, and shadow magic jimmy jam

I have lots of ideas for this fic and I’d get all into the nitty gritty but I’ll spare you haha, hope you enjoy this snippet 🤪

[suugarbabe]

Mattheo secret!sub Riddle who you can instantly level with just a raise of your eyebrows and his friend group just looks at you with wonder???

Mattheo secret!sub Riddle who has to will himself now to whimper out loud when you ‘jokingly’ call him a good boy during dinner

Mattheo secret!sub Riddle who’s cocky asf in the halls but behind doors he’s a babbling, whimpering mess for you

[prideprejudce]

the hatred that i have for jk rowling and the absolute monster gender conspiracy internet rat that she has become is bottomless at this point

[assiraphales]

it confuses me when ppl say “joel doomed the world” bc are we being fucking fr? the world was already doomed (if some serious changes weren’t made). the fireflies didn’t care about humanity. they cared about seizing power from fedra. the qz’s were run by dictators and living conditions were horrible. the infrastructure was falling apart. there were raiders cannibals rapists etc. humans were a bigger problem than the infected. tommy’s commune was proof that you could survive and thrive post apocalypse but powerful groups like the fireflies and fedra refused to explore that option. circling back to ellie & joel, the fireflies took the one immune person they ever found and were rushing a lethal surgery on a non consenting 14 year old. they didn’t do any tests on her / biopsy / explore any options. they were just going to take out her brain. the doctor preforming the procedure had a bachelors in biology (lol). the chances of successfully developing a cure from this hack job surgery was impossibly low. ellie would probably die for nothing. and if the cure was created, then what? how would they mass produce it? how would they distribute it? WHO would they distribute it to? surely no one under fedra rule. the cure would solve so little on the 1% chance it worked. “joel believed the cure would work he was being selfish” ok and ? we know it wouldn’t

[tragedy-for-sale]

The Point of no Return

Because I will never shut up about the Hardeen arc- I really need to emphasize the importance of this moment right here. When we think of the Hardeen arc, we only ever think about the aftermath, after the lie and after the pain. But I have never thought about the before. The moments right before.

Obi-Wan takes a deep breath, he brings his lightsaber to his chest and he gathers himself. He has to take a moment to think about what he's about to do.

This is a complete turn of feelings from when we see him wittingly ask how his funeral was, it's that simple and easy commentary that makes them all think this was easy for him to do. He shoves down what he's feeling right here and instead he jokes and laughs. He's fun and easy, he's funny, he's great, but he's not, he's not, he's in a lot of pain and he hurt everyone close to him in the worst way. Obi-Wan would never hurt them, but he has, and he'll never be forgiven.

He made this choice for the greater good, but the greater good is seldom so. It's in this moment we understand his full awareness of the deception he is about to undergo, how there is no forgiveness for the action he is about to commit, how after all this is over, Obi-Wan cannot expect forgiveness and understanding because this is for the greater good, this is for the Jedi and all they protect.

This isn't a choice for Obi-Wan. It is an assignment to a Jedi Master. Attachment is forbidden, become a part of the cosmic force, and the galaxy will benefit from your sacrifice. But the undercurrent of remorse is there, and all the people he left behind will never forgive Obi-Wan for dying.

So, Obi-Wan holds his lightsaber to his chest because it is his life, it's a silent goodbye to who he is because of what he is. He chooses the Jedi and that choice kills him. It's in that moment that he says goodbye to Anakin and Ahsoka, to Cody and himself. His identity, his lightsaber, are about to no longer exist. Obi-Wan would willingly sacrifice who he is for the sake of the Jedi but that doesn't mean it is easy for him to do. So he holds his lightsaber close because he's not becoming a part of the cosmic force, he's becoming something much worse.

[rexcanttietheirshoesright]

Zelda!!

This poor girl I love her so much and I wish her all the best with her knight

[xxoolii]

my favourite non sexual intimacy in all the danmei i’ve read? every single minuscule act of love that HC does for XL, it is simply unbelievable how deep HC’s devotion for XL is.

[roanofarcc]

something something annabeth being conditioned to believe love, affection, and protection is something that is earned and not just given. the only person who she has not had to earn it from is luke, who will eventually betray her.

something something percy being loved and protected by his mother unconditionally, not understanding how the gods, or anyone for that matter, could treat somebody the way annabeth has been treated.

something something percy, poisoned and barely standing, shoving annabeth down the stairs in the arch to protect her and grover because they are FRIENDS! and that’s it. she didn’t need to earn it. they’re equals! he’s so fiercely loyal that it doesn’t matter if he had only just met her! percy doesn’t believe in conditional love! he’s not poseidon’s son, he’s sally jackson’s son!

[apppleioi]

underrated line!! in my opinion!!

[lavendermin]

Ououghhhh vampire Jing yuan jndjejdjcjr

The soft intimacy paired with the bitter twist that comes with it, in the way he holds you so softly as his teeth press into your neck-

There’s equal parts dread and anticipation when your neck is waiting for that familiar prick of sharpened fangs. The momentary few seconds of pain is something you’ll never get used to. But Jing Yuan feels the way your scent grows thicker—heady with the rush of adrenaline pumping through the veins in your neck.

He gulps almost audibly. Parched.

But he needs to keep up this little ritual, for the sake of keeping sane and not devolving to the monotonous cycle of feeding over and over and over like an animal driven by the brink of extinction. He needs to feel.

cw | blood, suggestive

Not human, no. That’s something he’s long given up on.

Just Jing Yuan is enough. To feel like he was, or who he could be, or who he wants to be. Just… him.

Intimacy, longing, exhilaration—he holds back the primal instinct to feed on the crimson life that courses through you. The very essence that keeps him sane for a few spare nights.

Perched on his lap you lay against him, his hands wandering the plush of your thighs so warm and fragrant. There’s still a bandage wrapped around one of them where he sunk his fangs into their inviting delicacy a couple weeks ago. He had his fill in blood and body, his shame put to rest as you gripped his hair and urged him to where you need him—mind high on adrenaline and blood loss.

His breath is hot on your neck as he licks a stripe along the pulse that quickens under his tongue. A tender kiss pressed just under your jaw. His affections—or his preparation as he likes to call it—made you squirm in his lap. It earns a deep, velvety chuckle from him, vibrations you feel against you where you lean further into him.

“I’m beginning to think you look forward to this little rendezvous more than I do, songbird,” Jing Yuan teases. His fang just barely grazes your skin, pulling a stuttering gasp from you.

“Being the general’s lifeline does things to one’s ego,” you bite back with a breathy laugh. A shiver courses through your body as he teasingly presses his fangs just enough to feel discomfort but not enough to break the skin.

“Noticeably, with how you wear rather… enthusiastic outfits to these meetings. What would the people think?” The question is sarcastic with a playful glint in his eye.

“The general I know doesn’t care for rumors as long as peace is long-standing. Besides, I hear the general is quite fond of my daring little red dresses.”

He chuckles at your quick witted arguments. And this is what he most craves. The faux normalcy—the way you never miss a beat, never treat him significantly different with conversations. Just you. Just him.

He nuzzles his nose along a prominent jugular vein, arms hugging you tighter against him. And he breathes in deep, grounding himself and taking in the sound of your pulse that is all too apparent for him. His hunger is progressing.

Jing Yuan acknowledges he is greedy. Definitely needy. It’s a cruel intimacy he seeks from you often. But this is sound company he’s made with a little unconventional transaction between you both.

Of course you love him. You wouldn’t be baring your neck for him every few days if you didn’t. Going through special diets for blood quality and too many doctor appointments to count—your selflessness was your self-destruction. But you wouldn’t put your fate in anyone else’s hand.

He doesn’t envy your humanity. Nor does he wish to make you his equal in this vampiric curse of abundance. It’s simply you and him and these vulnerable moments before he feels less than himself as he takes from you.