#I haven’t been here in over a year

[larryloverinfinity]

I came back from the dead to laugh at how Zayn was able to easily cover up Gogo’s eyes like we all said he would be able to😭

[richter-kale]

dug up an old scogan doodle to celebrate the new wolverine film :}

[cryptictwaddle]

prodigal son

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

happy new year everyone! being able to escape into this little space over the last twelve months has been such continued joy and solace. thank you so so much to everyone here for making my 2024 better, i’m wishing you all the amazing things you deserve in 2025! here’s to new and beautiful skies for all of us 💫🌟✨⭐️

[cream-and-tea]

oh pallas and agnes power dynamic you really are SO unbelievably fucked,,,,,

[doriansbutt]

Maybe you found the spot on the map

But lost the kid on the way to the mark

Tell me now were you digging for gold

Or digging yourself in a hole?

Now tell me “now, where’s the head in the clouds?”

Now tell me “now, where’s the bright eyed lad?”

Now tell me “now, where’s the kid tellin’ tall tales?”

Siren, Colm R. McGuinness

I can’t explain the emotion this song gives me about my dragon age ttrpg character Saeed but it’s making me cry

[hypmicdaydreams]

is anyone still in the mood for a hypmic imagines blog these days lol

[youmakemestrong]

at least once a day the rage and nausea and grief take over and my brain just goes “where is he??? where is liam????” and i do NOT like the answer so much that the denial immediately settles in

[jusst-you-race]

do you think the relationship between my barren love life and the fact I spend most of my time writing f1 drivers as in gay love is cause or effect

[sylvermidnight]

“The dog walks in and the crow lies in his jaw like lead”

[astro-bonanza]

We never went to London again. ❤️

[fingertipsmp3]

This is the spiritual successor to Four Seasons Landscaping. To me.

[butnotbubblegum]

using the tags to vent my current emotional state into the void bc ig story feels like a bad plan for this, read at your own risk.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

okay, so its officially been a year since i posted my first milex fanfic and i just wanted to say the most MASSIVE thank you to everyone who’s left comments/kudos/messages on it over the last twelve months 💗 writing this fic pulled me out of long drought of writer’s block and truly restored my joy in writing, and i am eternally grateful to alex and miles and their wonderful music (and ridiculous exploits) for inspiring me, but also to everyone who supported and encouraged me to keep writing. whether you left comments on this fic right from the start, or just started reading it last week - i truly can’t begin to adequately express how much it means to know that something you’ve written is being enjoyed by or means something to other people. thank you all so SO much 💖

[cherrysnax]

havin the weirdest crisis of my life

[jazzy-mass]

He never really knows what to do with quiet.

No that’s not quite right. Quiet can be a regular experience in his line of work. Quiet means stealth and quiet means the middle of the night with his brother in the passenger seat sleeping the last few hours off before the next hunt.

Quiet is death - and Dean is no stranger to it.

So it’s not the quiet that’s making his skin crawl; honestly it’s not all that quiet anyway with the insects chirping as a constant white noise. Occasionally he’ll even hear a croak from some old toad rip through the muggy air.

He closes his eyes as he leans back on his hands, inhaling for a moment before letting the breath out in a huff.

It doesn’t help. He still feels like there’s electricity running through his veins, pushing for action, for literally anything beyond staring at stars and thinking. He’s been doing too much of that lately anyway, what with monsters deciding to take several steps back into the shadows. He should be happy about that - and he is, really - but he hasn’t heard from Garth or anyone else about a hunt in a month.

He’s practically climbing the walls and if it weren’t for Sam’s insistence that they actually slow down and enjoy the peace he’d be out looking for a hunt instead of just. Fucking. Waiting here.

Oh. Peace. That’s what it is. They’re supposedly finding peace; a long overdue break from all the bullshit Chuck put them through. Again, he should be happy about it. Peace was never even a possibility growing up and over the years those few moments of yearning for some apple pie life got tossed into the wood shredder and made into compost.

Besides. Not exactly any room for peace, love, and happiness here. Not for Dean.

Not when closing his eyes means seeing black ink pooling into the dungeon and a watery smile-

No. Peace isn’t gonna fucking happen, not when he’s missing so many in his family. He’s lost so much and he’ll be damned again if he just leaves it at that. He’s got a plan cooking, that’s why he’s out here while Sam’s in bed sleeping his rapunzel haired head away. He’s almost figured it out, just has a few more steps and pieces to go.

Peace makes his skin crawl right now because it isn’t really peace yet.

But it will be.