#I'm emotional bye

[bulionis]

Obligatory stobotnik dance scene redraw but I made them kiss tenderly once again 😳

[ministarfruit]

yuri month day 15: please don't forget me ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

[gunsatthaphan]

🤵🏻💍🤵🏻

[moonlightskin]

the growth... we love to see it <3

[anomura]

eugene associated with animals throughout the pacific

[alexturner]

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[louroth]

"It takes guts to grow up like you did-- thousands of years simmering beneath every kind of oppression man could think of."

"With the sky kissing the crown of my head, knighting me with space to roam and the bravery to explore it [...] Big, open fields of barley and rivers like slivers of silver, marbling my veins."

"And yet you prefer...?" "After all that life?" a breath, a laugh, caught between teeth. "Something cultivated by your own will-- the work, the dread, the sought resolution-- it is far grander than the possibility, the dream of it."

art by @fooltofancy (just. fantastic. look at them. !!!!)

[zhouxiangs]

it is day six of losing my mind over the peteway hand-holding, what came before, what came after, and what may or may not come later, and today i am thinking about the importance of touch.

or most importantly, of touch as a gesture.

because there's the touch itself, which as two enigmas with touch-based powers that are probably touch-starved for genuine consensual purposeful touch (thank you @marinacourage, i am never recovering from reading those words strung together in that order) is... already a lot. we can infer from what we've been shown/how deliberately they focus on it every time that both their powers work by touching people with their hands, which i imagine must be incredibly alienating for both of them, albeit for different reasons, but specially so for pete who (unlike way who also has to verbally issue a command) seems to need only to touch someone to invade the privacy of their mind even if he doesn't want to.

so, the act of touch alone is incredibly intimate for both of them.

once everything is out in the open, when they both know the other is an enigma and what his powers are, and way knows that pete has been using his power every time he touches him to read his mind, pete could just stop touching him. which is what he does at first.

but then there's my favourite part: both the intent and the manner of the touch. because pete withdraws, but not because he doesn't need or want to keep touching way; he does it because he was using his power surreptitiously, and now he doesn't need to.

pete reaches towards way again, and not only touches him: he slides his own hand in between way's and touches their palms together. pete is touching way, but he makes sure that way is touching him, too. and just like when he bared his neck earlier, pete is putting himself in way's hands, at way's mercy; he can read way's mind, but way can control him if he wants, either to make him back off or anything else. and way doesn't, nor does he draw back even if he looks at pete in surprise.

because pete is showing way he believes in him. he's telling him as much, saying "don't let obligation or fear make you not dare to decide to do the right thing. you are worth more than daddy says". saying "you always have a choice. you still have the right to choose, way".

but he's also telling him with his touch, with the palms of their hands resting together. "i see you", "you are not alone", "i'm here, and i believe in you", "your past sins will not drive me away. wounded hearts can still be cared for".

and also, because of how pete looks at way and because of how emotionally charged this moment is, i cannot help but think about the metaphor of "and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss" in act 1, scene 5 of shakespeare's romeo and juliet; juliet's evocation of a palmer touching the hand of a saint's statue as an almost holy and transformative experience. a kiss with hands.

[crumpet-doodles]

YOU SCREAM TO THE HEAVENS BUT THE SKY IS EMPTY. TELL ME, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN PRAYING, KNEES BLOODY AND RAW TO REALIZE THAT GOD WILL NOT ANSWER?

[bugdotpng]

god the whole "don't feed the trolls" thing has really been on my mind recently for a variety of reasons. you will be Shocked and Amazed at how much time you get back in your life and how much calmer and more enjoyable everything is when you simply. get up and walk away from your computer. close out of the tab. log off for a while. go stick your hands in some dirt. be with people you love. my god, your time and energy are too precious to be exerted on miserable people who have no intentions to change. take a step back and realize that you are not this person's savior, and your expertly curated arguments are not going to be what finally gets them to change their mind. stop interacting with horrible HORRIBLE fucking takes that subject you and your followers to vitriolic hatred. i would not have to see these godawful takes, hatred, slurs, etc. if you weren't fucking interacting with them. hello. is this thing on. i cannot tell you how much getting off your own self-righteous soapbox will help you come to enjoy your life so much more. if you genuinely want to support the communities the hatred is pointed toward, get involved, volunteer, spend your time doing something that directly impacts them rather than wasting your time and energy on futile attempts at radicalizing people who simply want to hate for hate's sake.

[pathological-runaway]

Alef can still recall the quiet evenings in Isle, the sun going down over the endless ocean and the streets below emptying slowly, colourful tents filling with laughter and lively chatting as the residents joined their friends and families for dinner. They remember melancholy in the air and fragments of ancient songs wafted by the gentle wind all the way to the Temple, replaced with bittersweet silence once they came to an end.

you can read the fic here or below the cut

Alef can still recall the quiet evenings in Isle, the sun going down over the endless ocean and the streets below emptying slowly, colourful tents filling with laughter and lively chatting as the residents joined their friends and families for dinner. A few birds chirped in the distance, getting ready to go to sleep, too. Alef remembers the small flowers that used to grow near the Temple closing up for the night and the ground getting cooler as the rays of the tired sun grew weaker and weaker, stepping aside for the darkness of the night to take its turn reigning over the grassy slopes.

Alef can recall looking down from the top of the hill at the village, their hair and cape dancing shyly in the summer breeze. They remember melancholy in the air and fragments of ancient songs wafted by the gentle wind all the way to the Temple, replaced with bittersweet silence once they came to an end. They recollect the way their chest would tighten sometimes when, standing or sitting there on the grass, they asked themself why, or how, or what.

Alef remembers a voice or a hand on their shoulder that would always make them jump in surprise, a kind smile or a worried frown. The very same “How are you doing?” day after day after day that somehow never failed to catch them off guard, followed by an answer from their part that was a lot too short to be truth yet too simple to really count as a lie. Alef recalls standing by the Elder’s side as they contemplated their realm or watching from afar as they fed the birds and hoping that maybe, just maybe, it will all work out in the end.

They cannot, try as they might, remember the Elder’s eyes — the only thing about those quiet evenings that their mind has blotted out over time. But little does it matter now that there are no more sunsets in Isle, no more colourful tents. Now that the voice or the hand on their shoulder is but part of a memory as distant as a dream that perhaps never happened at all, Alef’s vivid imagination inventing a story too good to have ever been true.

They still have a vague recollection of turning around or walking up to Daleth and asking them to tell them something — anything — and listening to them until the last sunbeams faded, gasping at unexpected turns in the stories and laughing at the Elder’s jokes, picturing in their mind the younger versions of people they could barely believe had once been young. And it was easier, in a way, to go to bed thinking about what used to be instead of what was yet to come — instead of what they were supposed to bring about.

Alef remembers thinking everything was difficult back then, remembers hoping that it would get easier. Alef knows now that they were a foolish child, believing such rubbish, and, when the castle is empty and the sun has set below the horizon, wishes in secret to get to see a quiet evening in Isle once again.

[annispillowfort]

The Pomegranate’s Oath

Beneath the ancient, gnarled tree,

Where roots twist like fate’s decree,

A pomegranate split in two,

Its crimson seeds like drops of dew.

Each seed a promise, rich and bold,

A story whispered, long retold,

Of love that blossomed, fierce and bright,

Yet burned within the starless night.

I gave my heart, as fruit to feast,

You were the harvester, I the beast.

Your hands were tender, yet they tore,

A sacrifice none could ignore.

For love is sweet, but never tame,

Its roots entwined in joy and shame.

The pomegranate bleeds to grow,

Just as our hearts must break to know.

You asked for all, my very breath,

I gave you life, and tasted death.

No miracle, no gods replied,

Just silence as my soul complied.

Yet here I stand, with hands now stained,

By love that thrived, though unrestrained.

The seeds we sow are not in vain—

Each sacrifice begets its gain.

So take this fruit, this bitter prize,

And hold its weight before your eyes.

Know love’s not fair, but always true,

And in its depths, I’m bound to you.

[sangelune]

the unruly desire to have ghost getting close to someone and softly saying "let me take care of that for you, love" is crazy,, someone step up ok. i'm gonna die on this hill

[stanfordsweater]

sometimes I wonder did jared and jensen play sam and dean like that cuz it was in the scripts or were they having too much fun with each other ? u know what I mean...

there used to be a time where you could enter the j2 tag and find thousands of tinhats thriving... we used to be a country 😔

[willowser]

AND I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE SUNSHINE, YEAH

'CAUSE MAMA, MAMA I'M COMING HOME

[breezypunk]

keeping up with the fall theme, sappy babies head to their favorite spot where the trees were their beautiful vibrant orange. ♥