#THANK YOU VERY MUCH

[q-isthebestletter]

I AM SO LOVED

[fan-a-tink]

what if you were the person to make me smile. for the first time in over seventy years.

and what if I said I never want to be without your smile again.

[andrewmsaidso]

jeremy knox:

[honeysteaa]

Imagine if people actually tipped the content creators on this site, wouldn't that be nice?

[maymaylyn]

He is my man… and I’m sticking by him

My annual play through of cod ghosts consists of remembering how ugly Keegan is as part of the canon

[redpinkwine]

You and me both brother you and me both

[podcastwizard]

modern day moby dick but my white whale is a middle grade fantasy novel i read when i was like eleven and haven't been able to find again

[vanilla-extracter]

horses :)

[jacqueillustrates]

"Lightning cracks, so white it's almost blue, and I throw up my hand to shield my eyes as it strikes the iron chest as though drawn to it. Sparks shower the arena..." Chapter 42, Iron Flame

[pangur-and-grim]

Manifesting good vibes (and apologies) for Pangur

A wallpaper as tribute

this is excellent

[theplotdemandsit]

When Five finally makes it back home with his siblings, finally makes it back to the right timeline, he finds he’s still holding his breath. 

“Is it really over?” He thinks out loud. 

“I guess there’s only one way to find out,” comes Luther’s response. 

So they do. And everything seems…normal?

But as much as Five wants to sleep for ten days straight, he can’t help but feel on edge. He spends his time visiting each sibling, popping in for dinners or briefly making sure they haven’t felt anything out of the ordinary. One day Allison asks him if he actually wants there to be an approaching apocalypse. His eyes fall onto Claire who’s catching him up on High School Musical the Musical the Series.

“No,” he answers. “I really don’t.” 

They make time for family dinners every Sunday. They still bicker and maybe swing some fists every now and then, but everyone is fast to apologize and laugh again. With room to breathe again without high stakes, the hurt finally begins to heal. They had been family before, but it slowly begins to feel like a real family. 

And for the first time, they really get to know each other. For all the crap they gave Luther about the moon, they listen as he shares the misery and loneliness and betrayal he felt. Allison describes her time as a Black woman in the 60s without her voice. Literally. Viktor tells them about what it was like growing up powerless only to end the world twice. How he lost his memory and found the one he loved only to lose that too. 

Klaus manifests Ben (who is still a ghost but as alive as he could get) and together they tell of their adventures growing up and the cult Klaus accidentally created. In between laughs, they also learn about Klaus’s harrowing experiences with drugs and death.

And Five? He has over 40 years of stories, and at first he doesn’t want to share any of it. His time in the Apocalypse, his time in the Commission, murdering for the sole purpose of survival in order to get back to his family—it’s not a side to him he wants his family to know about. 

But at the same time for reasons he can’t explain, he does want them to know. For the first time, he wants to talk to his family, the family he worked tirelessly to save. 

Little by little, he does just that. Every now and then he will start a sentence with, “Back in the Apocalypse…,” during dinner or his visits with them. Silly ones at first, like the time he had the nasty Twinkie. The time he sang all the Beatles songs he could remember and pretended he was having a concert. The time he found Umbrella Academy action figures and reenacted missions with them. 

When it’s just him and another sibling, he starts sharing some of the hard stuff too.

He tells Allison how he starved during his first winter alone and hallucinated that she had helped him find food. When he woke up he found himself in a storage house full of canned goods and bawled his eyes out.

He tells Diego about the first time he killed someone. How the scariest thing was that he wasn’t shaking. 

He tells Viktor how he sometimes still wonders if he deserves everything he got for messing with time in the first place. How he’s afraid that one of these days he’ll wake up and be alone again.

He tells Klaus about the time he thought about giving up and ending it all. 

He tells Luther about Dolores. About how even though he knew he was crazy for talking to a mannequin, Dolores was the better part of him that salvaged his sanity.

He tells Ben (and Klaus, by default) that his biggest regret is not being there. That he tries not to think about how things might have been different if he’d stayed.

Slowly, slowly, bit by bit, the tension eases from his shoulders. He stops worrying so much about the world ending and how to keep everyone alive. Instead, he spends his time going to the park with Claire, helping Diego and Lila with the babies, having midnight food outings with Klaus, and listening to Viktor play his music.

At their weekly family dinner, Luther tells Five he has a present for him and pulls out a box of Twinkies, saying, “I know you want to try one.”

Five gives him a practiced glare and says, “I would rather swim in a pot of boiling oil.”

Before, his family might have stared at him like he grew two heads, but now they laugh and think his retort is hilarious. Luther opens the box and pulls out a bag of marshmallows instead, and Five can’t help but crack a smile. 

One day they ask him what his plans are—what’s next for the oldest sibling.

Five warms his hands on a hot mug of coffee. “I’m tired of thinking about the future,” he tells them. “Right now, I just want to spend time with my family.”

That earns him plenty of “aww”s and “You’re such a softie, Five.” He waves them away and tries to duck out of their hugs, but they get him in the end. And even if he could teleport, he doesn’t want to.

He hadn’t been looking for happy, but he found it anyway.

Now cross-posted on Ao3 under the same handle!

[yennao]

Hey if Deathbit ain’t scorched to hell in 97 I’m gonna be disappointed. I’ll draw that too. Obviously. Asap. Till then, comic Deathbit

[blueblahblahyellow]

Actually, when byler happens, I want it to be so fucking emotional. Like no I don't want a simple "oh did you know I have feelings for you?" "Really??? Omg me too bro let's kiss!!!" Kind of thing. I want to see them cry, scream, beg and bleed every single thing they feel for each other. Cause byler? It started in a painful-beautiful kind of way and it has to end like that too. There's NO other way around.

[gd-dollopole]

Merlin and Arthur were always bickering, and every compliment and praise they actually gave each other was never direct and explicit, but always masked by some jokes, except for some significant times during the show.

But I want to talk about Merlin’s deep devotion, the way he talked about Arthur to other people, which I believe is very, very different, and has another meaning completely.

Imagine if Arthur hadn’t been unconscious or away when one of these moments happened and saw Merlin showing how blended his life was with his, that he had devoted it entirely to him (and probably still is, even after all those years later to Arthur’s death):

“I will make Arthur king.”

“Arthur is a better and more worthy king than you ever were.” (and this one was directed to Uther, of all people, someone who had always believed both in life and death that Arthur didn’t have any worth, and therefore considered his son’s life meaningless).

“Everything I do is for him and he just thinks I’m an idiot.”

“You have faith in Arthur?” “I trust him with my life.”

"He can't die! It is my destiny to protect him. We haven't done all the things we're meant to do!"

“I willingly give my life for Arthur’s.”

“Will you give yourself to the spirits to save your prince?” “It is my destiny.”

And most of the times where Merlin risked his life for Arthur, he didn’t even know.

That’s why the ending leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

“I know now.”

No, Arthur, you don’t, and Merlin had just started telling you, had just admitted that you were his destiny, the mere purpose and sole reason as to why he was still living, and you didn’t know the half of it.

Merlin could have finally show how devoted to Arthur he had always been.

But his so called destiny snatched that chance away from him.

[datcravat]

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Thank you :)

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[lonesomecupid]

They were made for eachother