#More likely than you'd think

[lushwithrats]

Even as I see him smiling, I look down on his face with grief

I am mourning the child he once was.

[wiltedprayers]

^_^

[lunarriviera]

do you ever think about how there’s absolutely no narrative reason for Chen Fei to be there during the NPC confrontation scene? like he serves zero functional plot-related purpose, other than to be astonished by Lin Qiushi’s accusation, and then even more floored when Ruan Nanzhu unhesitatingly agrees—so why is he there?

honestly? I think it is entirely because if there weren’t someone there, they’d have their tongues down each other’s throats, right about the point where Nanzhu turns around with tears standing in his eyes and makes his wrenching little speech ending in how he has no future without Qiushi and he now knows what love means. it’s Sedgwick’s homosocial triangle, except in this case Nanzhu’s old friend-with-benefits* is the conduit/mediator. very smart, writers. someone has to cockblock these two so it doesn't turn into a torrid love confession.

*(yes that’s just my headcanon but I believe it with my whole heart)

[jon-withnoh]

"What a coincidence, Mrs Lacy, that you should be walking up to the house just as I am returning from the village." "I say, Mrs Danvers." "One might go so far as to suspect you had timed your arrival in order to meet me here." "One might." Beatrice gave her a coy smile. "Though it would be more prudent to cite coincidence, if asked." "Certainly." Glancing over her shoulder, she moved to walk slightly closer to Beatrice. Hidden from sight by the wicker basket in her arms, their hands found each other. Not far ahead, Manderley rose to greet them.

Prompt 18: Walking Home

[youhalfwit]

Be gay, fight crime

[mourningliliesmorningglories]

And I've been meaning to tell you, I think your house is haunted.

Harry cradles Draco’s face in his hands. He’d returned to Hogwarts early - only half of the Easter holiday had passed. Harry can’t quite look at Draco’s face, at the bruises blooming on his left eye and lower jaw. He can’t stop visualising Draco at his dorm door, cloak on, head hung low. It’s wrong. Harry couldn’t remember a time when Draco didn’t carry himself with an elegant ease, an assurance that many others lacked. He couldn't remember a time when Draco could stomach being anywhere near the Gryffindor tower. Harry knew Draco was caving in on himself - torn between the boy he loved and the man who made him who he is.

Your dad is always mad and that must be why.

Draco's head is in Harry's lap. They've not exchanged a word, let alone a glance. Harry knows, he feel's how badly something is wrong with his boy - can't help but hate the people who put him in this position and the fact that Draco can't see that. Harry lips form around the words he's said so many times. "Don't." Draco's voice is coarse, painful, tired. "I don't want to argue Harry. I don't want to think about my father in Azkaban or my families allegiances or who the hell is living in my house right now." Harry's throat gets tight. In a strange way, he understands. He knows how it feels to be a lamb raised for slaughter.

And I think you should come live with me and we can be pirates.

His hand sits at curve of Draco's jaw - usually he'd be entranced by the blond's silky hair, but now it's limp and lackluster. His head is nestled in Harry's lap, forehead resting against his hipbone. "Come with me," Harry knows his voice is desperate, if a little pleading. "We'll go so far away. We can be okay. Somewhere I don't have to be the boy who lived." Somewhere you don't have to be Lucius Malfoy's son. It goes unspoken.

Then you won't have to cry or hide in the closet.

Harry's hand traces the jawline, thumb pressing gently into the blue-ish blooms. Draco shivers at the pain, like a reminder he's okay here. He can't help the shuddering that follows, tears soaking Harry's flannel trousers. He can't help but unload years of stress, of pressure, of unlearning every awful thing his father put into his head right into that moment. He knows they are both together and running from the same thing - but together is not in sync.

And just like a folk song, our love will be passed on.

[ncvaxchen]

@surepetey

"And it was cold. I've never touched water that wasn't artificially cooled before. I wasn't even sure it could come out of the ground like that." She's all but regaled Petey with her stories of the spring Max had showed her. But, it was hard not to when she felt as if she had discovered something so unbelievable that it deserved to be shouted from the rooftops. Though, Nova was sure if too many people found out about the little spring, Max would hate that. So Nova would satiate her desire to talk about it with Petey.

[sweet-thangman]

The fuck kind of money does a guy have to pay to see anything vambrose related in this day and age

[invisiblerambler]

The thing about them being there for each other is Sydney is just as emotionally unavailable as Carm. Even if he wanted to be there for her she won't let him, not really. I love Syd she is a part of my nature I unfortunately deeply recognize but girl wouldn't allow emotional support until it's absolutely necessary or if Carm pries it out of her. Idk if we don't see him reacting to her panic attack I will be shocked because it is the evolution of their characters. Carm wanting to not be so hard to keep up with and Syd letting someone else in. I also just need it for my sanity.

[lincolnlogsnfrogs]

human darkstalker propaganda? idk i'm tired lol

[monarchburdi]

The issue with having a life-long pokemon hyperfixation, and current fixation on bound smp, is that my brain has latched onto the idea of a bound pokemon au...

I've just got thoughts rattling around in my brain and some of them are just so incredibly silly that I have to draw them-

Specifically Ash with a flock of pidoves lmao

[zmediaoutlet]

WW ficlet/prompt: Dean's thoughts during the trials, specifically buying bags and bags of ice. Did they ever take baths after hunts? Hot or cold. Did he have to patch up/fever recover John like this, or is it new and terrifying? Did Sam ever tell Dean that Lucifer "runs cold"? Does the cashier make awkward small talk about hosting a BBQ?

thoughts in order:

as far as we know that ice bath was a one-time thing but I have thought quite a bit about Dean going back and forth to the ice machine in the hotel, filling the bucket and then dumping his duffel and filling it with ice and hauling that back down the hall with it freezing and starting to drip against his back and thinking in the extremely clear point-to-point way I imagine Dean thinks when he's terrified: first this thing and then the next thing and then the next thing, so that the fuzzing terror-static of what if it doesn't work gets pushed to the shoulder of the highway

baths after hunts sometimes, when the pummeling had been just that awful. epsom salts are sometimes a miracle. a three a.m. hot soak when the adrenaline rush hadn't faded with the hot water stinging in the claw-scrapes and the gravel-rash from going down in the fight, but it's the only thing that works sometimes to calm down and go to sleep. Sometimes a brother comes in and sits on the toilet and makes fun of your wet hair and jogs his knee and watches you be alive, and you watch him be alive back, and then finally at four a.m. when the water's gone cold you get out and crawl into bed (solo or not) and sleep like a coma.

they mostly don't get sick in their family, but they get sick different -- Dean gets the runny nose and the persistent cough, and Sam gets fevers to burn buildings down. This Trials fever is different but then everything about the Trials is different. Sam's hand always clammy-hot when he touches Dean for a whole week. Dean knows your brain cooks at some point but what is he gonna do? This isn't the flu, this is -- celestial, other-than-chemical. He makes sure Sam drinks water and doesn't starve.

Lucifer said he ran cold but all Sam's nightmares were about fire. Mostly what Lucifer did was lie, because the man who swears he always tells the truth is a character from a paradox. Sam burned and went icy-cold and it was hell either way. The worst part of hell was that Dean wasn't there and the worst part of the Trials was that Sam thought he was making up for not being there for Dean, that he wasn't enough or wasn't strong or wasn't worthy, and he shivered with Dean holding ice against his wrists to keep his blood temp down and thought that maybe he should have stayed in the Cage, and even if he didn't say it out loud (or thought he didn't) Dean gave him this sharp horrified look and Sam bit his lips between his teeth and tried to stop shaking.

[tea-time-terrier]

Foggy morning road.

[man-down-in-hatchet-town]

For a parody Harry Potter musical that was made with such obvious love for the source material and then performed wayyy back in 2012, AVPSY has aged... surprisingly well?

It's set in a world in which people no longer like Harry Potter (for reasons that often have less to do with HP himself/itself than you would think) and is ultimately a story about letting go of things that are no longer helpful or good for you, even if that means letting go of Harry after so many years of loving him.

Like, it's not perfectly tailored to the current situation, not by a long shot, but it feels surprisingly prescient all the same.

[crumchy-olives]

Lil late birthday gift for @lil-miss !!! Thought I'd finish this tomorrow but I couldn't resist

LOVED drawing this funky gal! :3 ANYWAYS HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY!!!!

[risingshine]

"We'll, meet again~ Don't know where, don't know when but I'm sure we'll meet again some sunny day!~

Keep smiling through, just like you, always do! 'till the blue sky drives the dark clouds far away!~"