#I’m really emo today

[wowitsnim]

I love dressing as goth as possible at work because it makes me think of this post except now the prince of darkness is serving you your latte

[cheriekos]

no context these songs remind me of these dc characters:

bruce:

kon (blue foster in general makes me think of kon)

core four:

TIMOTHY JACKSON DRAKE:

[inyoureyes-415]

Home is between the eucalyptus leaves and the pine sap

October 2023

Location: Berkeley, California

[infinity-is-a-long-time]

[lookedlikethebins]

think I found an almost-done fic in my wip folder??? and if it’s Coherent I might just… edit and post it tomorrow???

[gretagerwigsmuse]

i am absolutely obsessed with these 6 songs lately and need everyone else to be too

older - lizzy mcalpine

too in love to die - julia jacklin

bewitched - laufey

i’m not in love - 10cc

ignore tenderness - julia jacklin

saturn - sza

[mitchmarner]

not to be cheesy but i love sports so fucking much. i think it’s the coolest thing in the world how much it bonds the most random types of people in their joy/sadness/whatever. you’re all sharing a genuinely universal experience as you watch unfathomable athletic feats. it’s just sick.

[acourtofquestions]

Kingdom of Ash Chapter 51

He didn't care, didn't marvel that he was soon to be airborne on one of those incredible beasts. Didn't care that tomorrow, they would all take on the dark army gathered beyond.

He'd fought in more battles, more wars, than he cared to remember. Tomorrow would be little different, save for the demons they'd slay, rather than men or Fae.

Demons like his former queen, apparently.

He had offered himself to her, had wanted her, or believed he did. And she had laughed at him. He didn't know what it meant. About her, about himself.

He'd thought his darkness, Hellas's gifts, had been drawn to her, that they'd been matched.

Perhaps the dark god had wanted him not to swear fealty to Maeve, but to kill her. To get close enough to do so.

Lorcan didn't adjust his cape against the gust of frigid air off the distant lake. Rather, he leaned into the cold, into the ice on the wind. As if it might rip away the truth.

There was no fear or pity on her face, her black hair gilded by the torches and campfires. Of all of them, she'd mastered the news with little difficulty, stepping up to the desk as if she'd been born on a battlefield.

"I didn't know," he said, voice strained.

Elide knew what he meant. "We have bigger things to worry about anyway."

He took a step toward her. "I didn't know," he said again.

She tipped her head back to study his face and pursed her mouth, a muscle ticking in her jaw. "Do you want me to give you some sort of absolution for it?"

"I served her for nearly five hundred years. Five hundred years, and I just thought her to be immortal and cold."

"That sounds like the definition of a Valg to me."

He bared his teeth. "You live for eons and see what it does to you, Lady."

"I don't see why you're so shocked. Even with her being immortal and cold, you loved her. You must have accepted those traits. What difference does it make what we call her, then?"

"I didn't love her."

"You certainly acted like you did."

Lorcan snarled, "Why is that the point you keep returning to, Elide? Why is it the one thing you cannot let go of?"

"Because I'm trying to understand. How you could come to love a monster."

"Why?" He pushed into her space. She didn't balk one step.

Indeed, her eyes were blazing as she hissed, "Because it will help me understand how I did the same."

Her voice snagged on the last words, and Lorcan stilled as they settled into them. He'd never ... he'd never had anyone who-

"Is it a sickness?" she demanded. "Is it something broken within you?"

"Elide." Her name was a rasp on his lips. Lorcan dared reach a hand for her. But she pulled out of reach. "If you think that because you swore the blood oath to Aelin, it means anything for you and me, you're sorely mistaken. You're immortal-I'm human. Let us not forget that little fact, either."

Lorcan nearly recoiled at the words, their horrible truth. He was five hundred years old He should walk away—he shouldn't be so damned bothered by any of this. And yet Lorcan snarled, "You're jealous. That's what truly eats away at you."

Elide barked a laugh that he'd never heard before, cruel and sharp. "Jealous? Jealous of what? That demon you served?" She squared her shoulders, a wave cresting before it smashed into the shore. "The only thing that I am jealous of, Lorcan, is that she is rid of you."

Lorcan hated that the words landed like a blow. That he had no defenses left where she was concerned. "I'm sorry," he said. "For all of it, Elide." There, he'd said it, and laid it out before her. "I'm sorry," he repeated.

But Elide's face did not warm. "I don't care," she said, turning on her heel. "And I don't care if you walk off that battlefield tomorrow.

"I have never heard Lorcan apologize for anything. Even when Maeve whipped him for a mistake, he did not apologize to her."

"And that means he earns my forgiveness?"

"No. But you have to realize that he swore the blood oath to Aelin for you. For no one else. So he could remain near you. Even knowing well enough that you will have a mortal lifespan."

The birds shifted on their feet, rustling their wings in anticipation of flight. She knew. Had known it the moment he'd knelt before Aelin. Weeks later, Elide hadn't known what to do with it, the knowledge that Lorcan had done this for her. The longing to talk to him, to work with him as they had. She'd hated herself for it. For not trying to hold on to her anger longer.

It was why she'd gone after him tonight.

Not to punish him, but herself. To remind herself of who he'd sold their queen to, how profoundly mistaken she had been.

And her parting line to him ... it was a lie.

A disgusting, hateful lie.

Elide turned to Gavriel again. "I don't—" The Lion was gone. And for the cold flight over the army, then over the sea of darkness spread between it and the ancient city, even that wise voice who had whispered for the entirety of her life had gone quiet.

[wettyre]

It’s Saturday, it’s snowing, I think it’s only appropriate to 🍃, listen to some 2000s pop punk, and write some lestappen smut

Like does the line “my heart is like a stallion, they love it more when it’s broken” NOT fit Charles perfectly? “Part time soulmate full time problem” fits these two so well I just can’t NOT

[alldrowning]

today somebody tried to insult me by saying i looked like i was from the early 2000s which is like. the funniest possible insult.

[holdingup-fallingsky]

Thinking about Danny’s Rhinestone Diary and how he was sad because while he gets his rhinestones done he can’t smile :((((

[punk-ish-pastels]

Holding you here in my arms

My left slowly going numb and hunger beginning to make it self known

I won’t move

I’ll let you sleep off the anesthesia

I remain vigilant

Not that you need it

I need to feel your lungs fill with air and hear the soft snoring continue

I realize your mortality now, as we lay here

And suddenly it’s my breath that turns laborious

Tomorrow you turn nine, old boy

With your winter coat shedding, I wonder if this time I should keep it

If I can’t always keep you

[tamayokny]

earlier today, my irl bestie asked me how i was doing in relation to the loss of my nephew. i said that most days i feel fine but was unsure of how true that really is. (but i am doing better than my sister—this isn’t a dig, she’s going through the most out of anyone.) i also admitted that i try not to deeply reflect on things too much.

flash forward to about 9pm. my mom and i are talking about the kids. i start to bring up how my nephew was my little buddy, but as i reminisced, i had to stop. i began to tear up because it’s true. he was my little buddy and now he’s not here with us—he’ll be 11 years old forever. and that really sucks. his grandparents, parents, aunts, and uncles shouldn’t have outlived him. it’s unimaginable but an unfortunate reality that families battle through.

some days are better than others. but i think about my nephew every single day.

[nylwnder]

the way i keep getting so sad seeing muzz in court’s insta stories <////////////3

[thefleshyougoveggie]

thinking about how my friend pointed out someone who walked bys pants the other day.

it looked like a pair of tripp nyc pants

i desperately wanted a pair of tripp nyc pants in like 2020-2021 (maybe even 2022 too idk?) and i told her that

i don’t think that was the response she was expecting hahah^_^

i think since i dress pretty “basic” these days, my friends don’t think about the fact that i dressed a bit more alternatively before (and ultimately plan on gradually dressing more and more alt when i start uni), i mean i don’t think they’d judge me for it at all. i just don’t think they think abt it :p

[saturdaymournings]

I just remembered who I am