#OW MY SOUL

[acourtofquestions]

KINGDOM OF ASH SPOILERS

“YOUR PARENTS ARE… THEY ARE SO VERY PROUD OF YOU. THEY ASKED ME TO TELL YOU THAT THEY LOVE YOU VERY MUCH.”

“And that the debt has been paid enough, Fireheart.”

— Sarah ARE YOU TRYING TO SEND ME TO THERAPY Maas

… WAIT WHAT THE NEXT LINE IS WORSE WHAT THE F—

“My name is Aelin Ashryver Gala—”

[viewfromthelake]

I remembered on Saturday that I subscribed to the Game Grumps Patreon specifically to get to hear them do Fan Fiction Storytime, so I trimmed my Christmas tree while listening to them read an E.T./Elliot fic that visibly made Dan want to leave his body, and then several chapters of My Immortal. Tis the season ho ho ho.

[thedoorsofmyheart]

How much sad — did you — think I had — in me?

— How much tragedy? —

[jellyvibes710]

I hope this reaches to either of you so you can witness the pain you have unleashed upon my soul @somerandomdudelmao @kathaynesart

Seriously though I love your guys art and your crossovers always get me, I really hope I'm not coming off as annoying and I hope this makes you giggle or smile quq

Have a good day

[justmeinadaze]

...in the heart. Jesus the detail made me feel things. Well done❤👏

Eddie had faced a lot of things in his short life. Never had he thought he was so close to dying as he was now.

"...excuse me?"

He was bright red. Something was happening inside of him- a knot that he didn't remember was there had just snapped, and everything within his chest had gone loose. The knot had been made of barbed wire. The bundle had started to tighten when he was a kid: cold, lost and alone. It had tightened the first time someone called him freak. When he heard the first laugh behind his back. It tightened when everybody but him had gotten an invitation for the first big high school party of his generation, and every school dance he hadn't attended. When all his classmates had graduated and he had stayed behind. When he had been called murderer.

Somewhere along the way, he developed the ability to ignore the scratching of the barbed wire against his insides. But now you had taken away the metal, the sharp bits, the tension, and all that was left was relief and open wounds.

There you were, beaming at him, small but infinitely bigger than he felt, all soft and kind, like you hadn't just left a mark deeper than any scar he had.

"Good boy, Eddie. You did amazing."

Good boy.

No one had ever told Eddie he was a good boy. No one had ever said he was good, period.

And now he had you in his bed; your hand caressing his unworthy curls, your taste in his tainted mouth, your... You. He had you.

Eddie was lucky he was already laying, because his knees weakened instantly. His brain- that already had a hard time when your eyes were on him- had stopped working altogether. On the other hand, his heart was going at full speed.

All he could do was let out a strangled whiny noise. The lightnings in his belly grew when he raised on shaky arms and felt his crotch rub against the bed. The fact that he had cum in his pants after hearing that sparked in the back of his mind, less than an afterthought. He moved on top of you and fell in the crook of your neck, body limp, chest shaking.

"Good boy?"

There was this white, warm, big thing inside of him that he didn't know what to do with. Eddie wasn't sure if he felt pain, happiness or tears in his throat.

"The goodest boy."

Eddie made a little noise again and put his arms around your waist, as tight as he could.

"Say it again. Please."

[hewwocopter]

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[uncanny-tranny]

The hardest, but most important, part of my transition has been untangling what my personal dysphoria is, and what is more a result of cissexism.

What I mean by this is that I learned that I am not dysphoric about certain aspects of myself, my body, and my life, but my discomfort in these aspects was influenced by the cissexist culture I live in which told me I couldn't exist as myself.

It's definitely a slow process, but I have found that it helps me self-actualize and actually see myself instead of what others demand of me.

[joffyworld]

YOU FUCKERS HOW DARE YOU TEAR MY HEART OUT SO BRUTALLY NOOOOOO /aff

As a young kitten, Narinder often had poor dreams. Dreams of being abandoned, left behind by his family, turned into an orphan once more. But his worst nightmare, a premonition in retrospect, was being locked in the temple basement by his family. He found comfort in a small stuffed sheep, the only thing he had when living on the streets, though he cannot remember who gave it to him. The doll is sadly as lost to time as everything else that the god once owned, another faint memory of a different era.

Millenia later, Una found herself with similar night terrors. Her family lived on the run, staying in squalid camps nestled deep in the woods. From her youth she knew the story of the bishops, who for some reason were on the hunt to capture and kill every lamb. The story filled her with terror, only warded off with her faithful stuffed kitty who was sworn to keep her safe. The object served its owner well, until one day it was lost in a frantic escape, another facet of her life taken by the bishop's hunt.

[star-bear-art]

halsin 100% knows she's looking

[acourtofquestions]

…so if Maeve’s power is strong enough to make Rowan believe Lyria is his mate… what does that mean for when she makes Aelin think Rowan’s dead? — Daily episode of I hate my brain & OW SARAH WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME I HATE MAEVE MOST OF ALL

[frownyalfred]

Batlantern hc: Hal doesn't so much keep a secret identity to protect his family from his enemies (because his enemies are mostly in outer space anyway) he does it because he has ZERO interest in becoming famous. He does not want anything to do with that.

And then he falls in love with a billionaire and becomes famous anyway and he hates it so. Fucking. Much. And it's not even for something cool. But he loves Bruce enough to put up with the media circus.

This is basically like every FabulaRasa fic ever (lovingly). Hal is always trying to reckon with fame in those. And I eat it up every single time.

[literallyangelshaw]

Why is it never an angstless day in this hell hole of a fandom

okay so i’ve just been reminded that after all that time avior spent waiting for starlight he’ll still end up alone.

but this time he won’t have a way out. no button to press that’ll bring them back to him.

he’ll be alone for real this time, and there’s no way out of that hell

[rightpastnowhere]

i can’t wait two more days actually. sleeping until the episodes drop

[neatnete]

silly guys who are both hampsters

[daily-property-police]

Day 672- The Immortal Snail

[mayasaura]

I think the best possible time travel fic would be to slingshot Harrow from the end of Harrow the Ninth back to the beginning of Gideon the Ninth. Highest hilarity potential, highest angst potential, highest pining potential

Things Harrow knows now that she didn't before:

Who Alecto was

The names of God and his lyctors

The secret of lyctorhood

That the lyctor trials are a death trap

Gideon could be easily persuaded to die for her

Gideon dying for her is the worst thing possible

She would do almost anything to prevent Gideon from dying

Gideon's sword is haunted by a very angry and oddly familiar-looking woman who bears a remarkable resemblance to Gideon

Things Harrow still doesn't know:

What Alecto is

Gideon's parentage

Jackshit about BOE

Mercy and Augustine are both traitors

Things Harrow knew then and still knows now:

Gideon—this Gideon here and now—hates her

She owes a debt of two hundred lives and a future to the Ninth

The survival of the Ninth depends on her becoming a lyctor