#I'm gonna scream about it forever.

[phosphorus-noodles]

NOBODY TALK TO ME.

[kemendin]

He tightens his hold around the inert Jedi in his arms, and uses the Force to leap from the metal-strewn crater and onto solid ground. Several startled soldiers turn on him, their weapons lifting, until Kira hastily waves them off. If they harbour any hesitations about obeying her direction, the Sith’s burning glare gives them plenty of incentive to fall back. As though they truly could have stood in his way. Without hesitation Scourge pushes past them, heading as swiftly as he dares for the monorail and the emergency landing platform that waits outside. He is oddly, intensely aware of his fingers digging into Caspian’s jolting body, of the Jedi’s armour scraping against his own. The way the weight of the other’s head has rolled against him, bloodied brow resting upon the Sith’s aching shoulder; and now Scourge feels a different sort of pain spasm through his tightening chest. “I have you, Jedi,” he breathes raggedly. It makes no sense, Caspian clearly cannot hear him - and yet he feels the need to say it. To reassure him. I have you. You are safe. - Fall On Me, With All Your Light

I love commissioning artists to draw scenes from my stories. This one was truly a dream commission of mine, and I finally had the chance to see it come to life under the incredible patience and skill of hifarry on dA. The colours, the atmosphere, the details - this is everything I wanted from this piece, and I am beyond ecstatic!

[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

i would like to stop experiencing the full spectrum of human emotions every day please. putting this out into the universe

[zishuge]

actually squealing at the scene where ye shiqi offers her his water and food by the river and she's all "you're so capable... lucky for the girl who's going to marry you in the future" and he glances over at her and smiles all shyly HELPPPP

[bumpscosity]

i'm gonna be honest i'm doing pretty bad rn. i'll live but somethings gonna snap sooner or later

[applespider]

Forever jumping up and down while listing all the great things about Tallulah after she told him she feels worthless )-)0 (<- sobbing on the floor)

[the-skin-inthe-bath-is-mine]

Would it be wrong of me to thrift some stuffed animals for their weighted pellets stuffing and skin?

[jettison-my-gift]

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[tardis--dreams]

Feeling homicidal at work today ♡

[stillgotme]

nobody:

me: PERSONA 3 REMAKE PERSONA 3 REMAKE PERSONA 3 REMAKE PERSONA 3 REMAKE PERSONA 3 REMAKE PERS

[likesummerrainn]

[stone-stars]

lucanus aer'tea song of all time. joy is stored in the dad song!!!

[veil-jumprope]

GOD THAT TRAILER

I hope the rest of the game is that stylized!!! It looks so good!! I'm so tired of realism give me COOL ART STYLE HELL YEAH

GOD and it'll make it so the game ages better!! I LOVE IT MORE STYLIZATION AHHHHHHH

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[oda1r]

actually finnick tho. your writing is amazing, from the smallest details to the major takes on his character / plot. i love seeing you on the dash.

* beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

[emailsicansend]

tatum is nine when they read the story of abraham and isaac during bible class. it is the first story that consumes her attention completely. the idea of believing in something so devoutly you could sacrifice what—who—you loved most without question scares her a little.

could she ever do the same?

the question sits heavy in tatum's mind for nearly a week: it plagues every waking moment and seeps into her sleep, twisting dreams to nightmares.

well, that isn't entirely true.

it isn't the question that haunts her. it's the answer.

tatum knows what the answer should be. she knows what good little church going girls should say. she knows what answer her mother would expect of her. she knows what answer the golden cross hanging around her neck should signify.

if god himself demanded the life of the person she loved the most, could she deliver the way abraham had?

the answer should be yes. undoubtedly. without fail. if the lord asked it of her there had to be a reason, and she should fall into line. the answer should be yes.

but it isn't.

because there is no world in which tatum could imagine giving up sidney prescott in any way, shape, or form.

not for a guaranteed place in heaven. not for god himself. not for the world. hell, not for the universe. because a universe without sidney prescott wouldn't be worth saving.

she wonders if that makes her a bad person.

she decides she doesn't particularly care.

on the sixth day of wrestling with the question and the answer, tatum sits up in bed. her hand clasp around the small golden cross glittering on the nightstand, and she bows her head.

"you can have anything else." her voice wobbles as she mutters to empty air, eyes squeezed shut in prayer. "you can have anything else, but you can't have her. not now. not ever. okay? i ... i mean it. do you hear me? if it comes down to a choice between you ... between you and her ... i'll choose her everytime." she swallows thickly, her little heart crashing against her ribcage violently. she thinks if her mother could hear her talking like this, she might have an aneurysm. "if you want her, you have to take me first, okay? please? because ... cause i don't think i could do any of this without her."

she sits in the quiet following that admission, the kind of vulnerability that makes her hands shake and her breathing stutter and her heart stall: sits as the air around her becomes palpable and tears well up in her eyes and it feels so unbearbly stifling in the small room.

she runs her thumb up and down the cross before setting it down on her nightstand. she picks up the stuffed bunny sidney got her for her last birthday—thinks of shy smiles and warm brown eyes that feel like the closest thing to peace tatum has ever seen—and her runaway heart slows.

she knows she made the right choice.