#Killed me dead

[lisaphantasia]

The only thing I will say because I can't keep it inside is Colin raising his voice... Good god... Nothing in the world could ever have prepared me for the emotions that awoke in me... All of them being arousal

[crazyspookies]

“You know that’s not one of your strong suits, right?“

[evermorethecrow]

Im kept awake at night by the fact I accidentally named Chuuya's kid after one of irlzais children and it kills me

[wyrmword]

a little practice for a different drawing I wanted to do :)

[delusionaid]

@resolutepath sent: "Again." The voice of the head of the household rings in the vastness of the empty grounds outside the Winery. The sun has been steadily rising since dawn yet he does not relent, encouraging his son through the drills that are necessary to perfect his swordsmanship. It needs to be perfect, they cannot miss this opportunity to join the knights. "You need to quicken your swing, lest you leave yourself wide open for an attack." The wooden stave is brought up as an example, swinging till it stops just short of Diluc's side, the threat clear. Crepus stands to his full height and sweeps errant strands from his face. "You do not have long till the trials, we are going to be perfect. I know you will make me proud."

It's unbearably hot; sweat is dripping down the side of Diluc's face, his hair clinging to it where it isn't caught in a loose ponytail. The heat alone would have been enough to drive up his temperature but with the exercises his father makes him do, he's nearing the point of exhaustion faster than he'd like to (and is allowed) to admit. They must have been practicing for hours, long enough he should have near perfected the movements by now, and yet with every passing minute his arms grow heavier and his strikes feels more imprecise. He can feel the frustration growing inside him like a physical thing that threatens to close up his throat and choke him, his desire to not disappoint his father the only thing still stopping him from giving in to his body screaming for a break.

He sees Crepus' practice strike but his arms are too weakened to move on time and if he didn't stopped just before reaching him, Diluc would count another bruise his own tomorrow. Irritation briefly flashes across his features over his own inability to simply be better. He lowers his arms for a moment, his breath heavy as he nods to signify that he heard and understood. He has to get stronger, for strength will bring speed and with speed he'll be able to block incoming strikes. That, and training his muscle memory will do the rest. In the heat of battle he needs to act on instinct. "I will master it.. in time, father. I promise," he says breathlessly. His side stings as if he's run all the way here from the city, his throat is so dry it's uncomfortable to swallow. But it is worth it; it will all be worth it when he'll finally join the ranks of the Knights and make his father proud.

Raising his arms again with the practice stave held tightly Diluc fixes his posture, willing himself to muster whatever energy he has left in his limbs. "I won't disappoint you."

[your-friendly-neighbourh00d-fag]

MIKEY SEASON ONE EPISODE EIGHT I'M GOING TO THROW UP

CA$H PIGGOT I PRESUME

[zero-is-nebulous]

Dying dying DYING right now oc haul from the past uuuuuum month or so

[pride-moth]

I need to lie down, but unfortunately I have to go to work AND do overtime, so I'll just have to live with *gestures vaguely at Fall Out Boy Dallas* ALL THAT

[smugraccoon137]

Feeling like shit and then binged all the pitch perfect movies and now I'm in bechloe hell

[oeht]

I just saw Saw The Musical

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[botanicalbasilly]

I hate being a person who loves bugs, I can't say anything without the person I'm talking to reacting with disgust. Today I had to literally beg a coworker for the life of a spider, and then after I put it in a nook outside she thought it'd be funny to show me a video she took of her killing one. Like idk man. Birds scare the shit out of me but I still get why people love them. They come in pretty colors and they sound nice and they're interesting to observe. I don't understand why people don't feel the same about bugs. The rich amber color of a cockroach, the iridescent glow of a fly, the intricate hydraulics that power their little legs, the chirp of a beetle, the art of the spider's web... It's all so beautiful. Why is it the habit of so many to destroy?

[go-star-sailor]

basicallyidk i love greg

[newttxt]

crisis of disbelief

[spoopdeedoop]

king and harbinger, old and young

[bookholichany]

How Neil Gaiman killed me...