#TRAGEDY AHHHHHHHH

[cloudaxolotl07]

So me and my sister finally finished Arcane and….

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[shrekgogurt]

Simon is Davy Cadwallader’s son like they’re actually so similar and it makes my brain run like a hamster wheel into oblivion to think about it

I hope you know <3

[fappellmoan]

abt to go to a family party please pray for me. my family’s cool. but um they’re a lot and esp rn when im kind of living my lowlife um life it’s gonna be hell a little bit. maybe i’ll stand on a table and come out

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

TRADEGY

we cannot find the bladerunner dvd :(

[osarina]

FEATURING: osamu dazai

SUMMARY: you love him. you've always loved him, and you'll never not love him, but you don't understand what changed. dazai treated you like you were his whole world for years, and then suddenly, he went cold. he murdered mori and took his place as head of the port mafia, and he became someone you barely recognized. you need answers, but you're scared you might get them too late. (fem!reader, pm executive!reader, beast!dazai, tragedy, canon compliant; 40k wc)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: AHHHHHHHH AT LAST!!!!! BEAST AU PM!READER!!!!!!! ARE U GUYS READYYYYYYYYY. this was supposed to be a one shot, no more than 20k, but it became a 40k three part monster. i hope u guys enjoy HAHAH. i took some liberties with the conflict between the ada and the port mafia but other than that it should be canon compliant. obviously this is attached to my pmreader universe, but you can read it as a standalone, you'll only be missing out on some parallels! reblogs very much appreciated! im saur proud of this. if you’d like to be tagged pls comment!

01... IF WE WERE YOUNG AGAIN

02... TO THINK THAT WE COULD STAY THE SAME

03... TWO SLOW DANCERS, LAST ONES OUT

[sizzleissues]

I just need to talk about her so much. She’s so cringe fail AHHHHHHHH

SHE’S SO SILLY

LOOK AT HER!!

You can’t tell me she isn’t trying so hard to be so edgy and cool.

I want to know if this is Bad-inette is a result of tragedy or is she just this way because she is. Like so over confident, some hot shot fashion designer from a young age that it inflated her ego and then she got all jaded because she had to pretend her first 14 years had substance

[skimmingmilk]

I don’t remember where I was reading it, but if Sonic was 11 when Tails joined him; that probably means Tails has this internalized view that 11 is adult, 11 is responsible, 11 is “I’m no longer a kid”. Goodness knows Sonic was trying his best with Tails, I can’t imagine how hard that kinda view would be for both of them. Sonic who’s only getting older seeing how /young/ 11 really is as his brother approaches it, while Tails has the mentality that’s he’s no longer kid, once he’s 11 he’ll be grownup just like Sonic was. Idk just rambling, but it rly does saddens me because for all their adventures they both really are just kids.

You hit the nail on the head, anon! That's exactly how I see Tails and Sonic viewing their respective ages.

In Tails's mind, Sonic was already a hero by 11, living on his own, no one taking care of him, capable, strong, accountable to no one but himself, and fine with it. Yes, Tails can acknowledge that Sonic could use support, that he deserves to be looked after when he pushes himself too far, but deep down a part of him also knows that he'd still be fine even if he was on his own. With or without his friends, Sonic would still succeed at whatever he sets his mind to. That's the kind of person Sonic is. His willpower is his strongest asset, maybe even stronger than his speed.

So as Tails is approaching 11, he's feeling this added strain with just how behind he is. Tails should be where Sonic was at when he was 11, above that even because Tails had someone to look out for him and encourage him in his formative years, where, as far as he knows, Sonic never had that. Tails struggles with the idea of being the sole person looking out for someone the way Sonic did for him, even when he has a role model to look up to for guidance. Sonic didn't have any of that. I think that's also why he's so eager to go out on his own after Frontiers; he needs to prove to himself (and Sonic) that his brother's time wasn't wasted on raising him.

And yeah, Sonic will realize how young he actually was when Tails is at this point. That he was a kid who could've used some help, and ended up getting that help and support from a 4-year-old, unintentionally setting the stage for all the pressure Tails would feel to measure up before he could even write their names. Sonic relied so easily on Tails, without any thought to how that would shape his little brother into the 8, 9, 10-year-old that he becomes. Because Sonic was a kid. And the last thing he wants is for Tails to be in the same position he was. To have no one.

Ahhhhhhhh, thank you, anon. I'm always spinning this concept in my head on loop xD I love this tragedy of them both viewing their circumstances from different angles. Sonic wants Tails to have more than he ever did, while Tails feels like he needs to be more.

[anobservatory]

Hatchetfield incorrect quotes CALVIN AND HOBBIES EDITION.

Brooke: I heard we're having a fire drill today.

Trevor: That's right.

Brooke: Wow! How exciting! I can't wait!

Trevor: Do you know what to do?

Brooke: You bet. When do they pass out the gasoline?

Miss Mulberry reading a piece of paper: " Please excuse Max from class today. His genius is urgently required on a top secret matter of national security. Sincerely, Howard Goodman President of the United States. P.S. Really."

Miss Mulberry: Nice try, sit down.

Max: I got to learn how to write cursive.

Pokey: I like people. I'm interested in people.

Tinky: You?

Pokey: As an audience I mean.

Tinky: Oh.

Young Peter: Ted, where do babies come from?

Ted: Most people just go to Sears, buy the kit, and follow the assembly instructions.

Young Peter: I came from Sears?!

Ted: No, you were a Blue Light special at K-Mart. Almost as good and a lot cheaper.

Young Peter: Ahhhhhhhh!!!

Mrs. Spankoffski: Ted! What are you telling Petey now!

Wilbur Cross: Do you think babies are born sinful? That they come into the world as sinners?

Wiggly: Nah, I think they're just quick studies.

Wilbur Cross: Whenever you discuss certain things with them, you get insulted.

Max: Okay look we got to do this dumb project together, so we might as well get it over with. What are we supposed to be doing?

Grace: Weren't you even paying attention?! What would you do if I wasn't here to ask? You'd flunk and be sent back to kindergarten that's what!

Max: Says you. I heard that sometimes kids don't pay attention because the class goes at too slow of a pace for them. Some of us are too smart for the class.

Grace:Oh right, you're too smart.

Max: Believe it lady. You know how Einstein got bad grades as a kid? Well mine are even worse!

Ruth: They say the world is a stage. But obviously the play is unrehearsed and everyone is ad-libbing their lines.

Richie: Maybe that's why it's hard to tell if we're in a tragedy or a farce.

Ruth: We need more special effects and dance numbers.

Max: I'm going to pound you in gym class shrimp.

Peter: Get your kicks in now you glandular freak, because once you graduate you can't go beating people up for no reason!

Max: Yeah I guess you're right.

Peter after getting beat up and thrown in a locker: That really wasn't what I meant at all.

Hannah: Any monsters under my bed tonight?

Nibbly: Maybe, maybe not.

Hannah: You mean, "Definitely yes"?

Nibbly: We didn't say that.

Hannah: We?

Nibbly: I mean "I". Uh... that is if there were any of me.

Blinky: Shut up Nibbly!

Hannah: Lucky for me, he doesn't think clearly when he's hungry.

John: My watch tells me the time of the day, the day of the week, and the date of the month. But it doesn't tell what month it is, I need to get one that tells me that.

Xander: I think most people assume that if you don't know what month it is, you're the kind of person who doesn't wear a watch.

[irazai]

. . . (🍷) ֶָ֢ 𔓘 HOME IS WHERE YOU ARE ; an akutagawa ryuunosuke fic.❞

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . ahhhhhhhh finally the man i simp for is here!!

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . tw ; fem!reader, angst, comfort, hurt/comfort, husband!akutagawa, father!akutagawa, wife!reader, akutagawa siblings and their slight bonding time, akutagawa is insecure and feels he is a worthless shit, dazai angst (mentioned for aku regarding the older and his mentorship), slight suggestive ending and that's all i remember tbh

oxygen is absolutely essential for human survival and so are some more external factors which extends further then what a human's basic needs may require. however, we aren't talking about human needs but rather what one's humanity needs.

in initial years even the strongest man alive would need a father, a pillar of support and a bundle of knowledge.

of course the mafioso never had the privilege of having this one figure and rather he was this figure for his sister but only his sister knows if he played the role right or failed.

what he, the mafioso who is now on his way to exit the slums he grew up in, is sure of, is that he is failing as an actual father and as a husband.

"maybe if it was a daughter  . . . instead of a son then . . .  maybe you could've seen gin in your child and loved it." were the words you uttered in despair a week ago to him, what resulted in these words being spoken was the incompetent man himself who felt himself flater when he picked his  son and the nearly one year old began crying. he wasn't scared or else you would've not wasted a second in taking him from akutagawa's arms but rather it was the feeling of finally being adored by the man whose appearance he takes after greatly that moved the naive heart of his son.

akutagawa couldn't take the horrifying resemblance out of his mind. the way your chin wobbled and lip quivered as you tried not to burst into tears and the eyes glossed over with tears which screamed of despair was what he found on his son's face as well. and he wondered, truly he did of who is more starved of love ; him, his son or you?

his only regret was that he stood like he always did whenever faced with the outburst of someone he is close to though the one who made him adopt such a habit isn't here anymore with him and the next morning, akutagawa had to leave for a week long mission overseas with his sister and of course he would crumble and his facade would break when gin found him staring at a picture of you and his son on his phone one night when he was fooled to think his sister had already submitted to her slumber, she didn't, she watched the previous and the night before it as well but waited for the cause of her brother's despair.

akutagawa pushed his hand into the pocket of his long coat and felt for the small velvet box as if the object could help to soothe his nerves and anxiety.

he told gin everything for who else if not her whenever something concerned you? when the topic revolved around you or around your son, the only person akutagawa trusted enough was his own flesh and blood. and he wonders why gin respects, admires and loves him so much when all gin felt was admiration for the man she feels fortunate to call brother.

but akutagawa doesn't feel so. he is but failure in the rawest form. a tragedy and a utter ugly and horrible mess of his past self which was broken by the mind of curiosity and joined back in a way he (akutagawa and the man who was once his mentor) knew there was no going back to who he was before. but that's fine after all, akutagawa had been a monster since birth.

akutagawa's hand left the box which oddly provided him with strength as he stood infront of the door behind which lied his home, he punched in the pass code before hearing the click of the lock unlocking and the cold of the metal he pushed down on felt a bit too chilly today.

or is this because he is scared of failing? of disappointing and of loosing the only chance he has of having a family of his own and proving to himself that he can be something more than a tossed aside toy?

akutagawa shook his head as he entered the apartment and closed the door behind him with his leg to see the boxes containing many items ranging from clothes to toys and teethers and various other items which akutagawa bought himself for his son with the assistance of his sister during the last two days after the mission was completed.

akutagawa took off his shoes and quietly strolled into the nursery room. he stood infront of the crib and peered down at the face of his son. akutagawa gulped as why was it that such an innocent soul was cursed to have features similar to him but just softer?

akutagawa's hands turned to fists by his sides as he continued to stare down at his son with a longing and he pondered for a while.

after what seemed like five minutes of contemplating, akutagawa saw his son stir in his sleep and he got alarmed thinking the little one would wake up at any moment. the little boy turned to face akutagawa and opened his eyes and oh.

akutagawa's heart beat fastened and his eyes widened at the innocence and purity in his eyes. he had this innocence once too. so did gin and maybe, maybe dazai did too?

akutagawa ridded himself of all these thoughts before he leaned down to pat his son's back, the latter looked up at akutagawa and the father had to brace himself and use everything in him to not cower under the pure stare of his son whose face brightened at the sight of his father. the boy giggled and the father closed his eyes, the combination of his son's giggles and his own heartbeat is oddly not that bad or unbearable to hear.

when akutagawa opened his eyes again he saw the boy raising his little chuuby fingers to akutagawa and he hesitantly raised his own hand towards his son as well but before the boy could take his father's finger in his hold, akutagawa flinched and pulled his shaking finger back.

the boy pouted but blinked for how can his young brain comprehend the horrors and anguish his father is experiencing?

akutagawa stared at his fingers and then at his son in horror, he couldn't let the soul filled with hope and dreams to be tainted by touching his hands which are daily stained in blood.

but when his son began to whine and babble as he made grabby hands at akutagawa, the mafioso could only stand his ground for a few seconds before his resolve crumbled and he extended his hand for his son to hold.

the little boy immediately latched his hand around akutagawa's fingers and giggled, a smile appearing on akutagawa's face as well. he turned to look towards the door to see you standing there, leaning on the doorway with your head against it and arms crossed over your chest.

akutagawa found it hard to breath but so did you. how were you supposed to talk to the one you are afraid of disappointing and how were you supposed to talk to the one who felt too scared to be cared for?

but one more glance at your husband's finger gripped by your son and your heart melted like it always did and you smiled in defeat at akutagawa, letting him know you had let your walls down again and are ready to talk to him again. the man widened his eyes slightly in surprise because truth be told, he seriously thought he failed and messed everything up this time and that this is the last time he would be able to see his son or you and hence he tried to savour the moment.

slowly and very faintly, akutagawa smiled back and tilted his head.

"i missed you."

there it is again, the feeling of hope of having a future brighter then the past when he read what you silently whispered and akutagawa nodded before he awkwardly looked at his son again, pursing his lips but then he looked at you and muttered,

"gin missed you both . . . and so did i."

the words makes you smile as you nod and turn around to leave the man alone in the company of his son. only lord knows how hard it must've been for your stoic husband who is generally bad with dealing with feeling and emotions to utter these words to you.

you smile as you sit on the couch and take your phone out to ask gin when she would be returning at night as the woman was immediately called to the port mafia headquarters for what you assume as her reporting her end of the mission. you hit the send button and scroll up to play the video again which gin sended you two nights ago, the video showed akutagawa with furrowed eyebrows as he compared two different types of rattling toys before looking at gin and shrugging, he said something along the lines of "both looks shit. how on earth do kids play with these?", before he tossed both into the shopping cart behind him as gin giggled.

you remember how when you saw the video for the first time and read the caption gin added 'looks like papa is trying to make up to his baby and wife.', made you smile and your anger immediately evaporated.

it must have been ten minutes later when you were leaning back on the couch with your legs on top of the coffee table infront of you when the door to the nursery was quietly closed, you turned your head to see akutagawa approach you after what you assumed was him putting his son to sleep, the thought itself made your heart swell with adoration.

". . . i put him to sleep." akutagawa whispered albeit he remained unsure of what to do. should he sit on the couch next to you or continue awkwardly standing infront of the coffee table under your gaze which seemed to see way beneath the layering of his clothes and skin and made him feel utterly exposed to you?

he decided on the former.

your voice isn't soft nor is it gentle, it is shaky and unstable, raspy and filled with sorrow. but akutagawa was never into that type anyway, the calm before the storm? yeah no. akutagawa knew the storm and felt calm in it for he is the one who grew through the storm and lives in it.

akutagawa sat next to you and you tilted your head in his direction as he contemplated before he extended his hands to grab your thighs and place your legs on his lap, it gave him a sense of security as he tricked his mind into believing he is being restrained until and unless you two clear the tension between you two but you both knew it was mostly so he could have something to focus on rather then looking into your eyes with the fear of his stoicism slipping away.

"it's not that you are a bad father." you began after concluding that he wasn't going to make the first move, you looked down as you picked on your nails to distract yourself, "you are trying. and that's what hurts ryuu. you are trying and i see it, i see your efforts but our son . . . he is not even one yet, he doesn't and won't understand it. us trying isn't enough for him because he will grow up to despise us both because he doesn't know you like i do, he hadn't seen you struggling and . . . and he won't see you as a father but as a man he shares the same features and last name with." you confess.

safety and protection is a luxury he never received but is trying to give.

"what good is not looking past your exterior? i just . . .  love you alot to even think of you as a lost case." you answer before you look down as you part your lips but close them again before gathering the strength to look up at akutagawa, "are . . . i thought about this alot but  . . ."

". . . i know." he answered after a long moment of silence and you looked at him, thickly gulping as the nimble and lithe fingers of your husband traces over your thigh. he pushes your nightgown upwards to reveal more of your skin to him. "maybe your biggest misfortune was falling for a monster like me."

the words hit you and you feel the effects of it physically, your breath got stuck in your throat or did they even ever travel through the windpipe because maybe the latter can explain why your eyes are getting teary.

your brain sighed at the way your heart is making these baseless excuses to explain its sadness at the words of the one it dances every day and night for.

akutagawa sadly looked at you and he felt time blurring around him, your eyes filled with tears were shining or maybe it was the light reflecting it?

okay but how will he explain his own heart beating faster as if mimicking your's to not let your heart dance the waltz of sorrow alone?

"then change my misfortune into fortune." your voice cracks as you look at him through teary eyes, head tilting as you smile in defeat and in response, akutagawa comfortingly squeezed the flesh of your thigh.

"what good is it having faith in a lost case?"

akutagawa closed his eyes as he repeated the words 'my husband' in the back of his head. the title fills good and soft on his tongue and maybe it's why his shoulders relaxed as he moved before laying down on the couch with you still on top of him as he didn't break the kiss for even a second.

you take a deep breath, "am i holding onto you against your wishes ryuu?"

you were going to clarify your meaning and feelings more but it all disappeared the moment you saw akutagawa stare at you in utter surprise on his usually stoic or sad and almost lost face. you take a few shaky breaths to not burst out crying as that'll just hinder your conversation and so instead, you shrug and try to smile admist your quivering lips.

"what made you think that?" he asked, voice uncharacteristically soft.

". . everything since the past few days." you answer and watch akutagawa pat your thigh as an indication to ask you to move closer to him.

"i told you i am a lost cause. i'll hurt you and disappoint you."

but how can he when even the tone he is using with you is one which felt as if it's a feather tickling you?

"i also told i don't care, i can take it as long as you love me." you mutter out, moving near him as you hide your face against his shoulder and akutagawa gripped your hips to lift you up before adjusting you to sit sideways on his lap.

"can you take it? are you ready to wait for an excruciatingly long period of time?" akutagawa muttered against the top of your head, his hand smoothed the nightgown cloth against your legs.

"always." you breath out, closing your eyes.

akutagawa looked down at you and shook his head, leaning down to kiss your nape before he mumbled against it, "you really are an idiot for saying this."

"let me be one then. a idiot in love." you peek up at him and akutagawa took it as an opportunity to cup your jaw and pull you towards his mouth.

"does this make me the fool trying and disappointing you every time?" he whispered against your lips and licked his own.

". . . you are a good father and a good husband. you . . . i just i don't know."

"you don't know?" akutagawa's lips curled up into a small and amused smile. you leaned near him and the distance between your lips and his is enough for someone watching from a distance to assume you two are kissing.

"i just know that i want to spend my life with you even if it means waiting for you, i just want to appreciate your efforts for me and our son but . . . that'll only be possible when you stop viewing yourself as a monster."

"and what am i if i am not a monster?"

"my husband." you close your eyes as you lean to kiss him, akutagawa hums before raising his hand to massage the spot behind your ear while the other gripped your thigh to pull you more onto his lap.

[jaylleoo14]

guys, hear me out

i just had the most BRAIN BOGGLING IDEA I JUST NEED TO SAHRE

Imagine:

You're set to marry Jade due to your families being able to benefit from the marriage, though you've only ever met Jade a couple of times during the meetings hosted regarding your pre-planned marriage. During that time of discussion in his manor one day you come across a single painting, looking at it you can see another person who looks just like Jade but with some differences. Upon staring so long Jade notices and comes up to approach you. You ask who this person is because you don't ever recall there being another son in the family and if that was him. Jade shakes his head, saying how it was his dead brother Floyd and the atmosphere around you get grim and you feel awkward now from the sudden drop. You ask how he died and Jade explains how he too was supposed to marry off, however was killed off in an unfortunate accident when his assigned bride tried to run off. Ever since then, what Jade had said about his brother sticked inside your head and you felt a gnawing feeling in your chest for having the knowledge of his deceased brother. One night you had a dream, a weird one. You and Jade were out in a creek, and from afar you can see that it was you, but you are also currently watching you and Jade from afar. Though upon closer look as they turn to face each other, something seems off. Jade looked, different. Something about him seemed different. You feel yourself going cold as you watch you and a different looking Jade hold hands, looking at each other. His smile slowly looked more eerie and disturbing, his sharp teeth shining under the moon light in full view. When suddenly, he turns his head at YOU, the you watching all this happen. You feel your heart drop, your eyes widen as you and him lock eyes. He pushes the you that you can see next to him aside and starts trudging forward and you feel yourself stuck in place, trying to get away. A low laugh escapes his mouth, but it doesnt sound like the Jade you knew.

"Ehhh~? Is this the shrimpy that's going to marry my brother? You're so tiny!"

He's mere inches in front of you now, his tall figure wrapped with ragged grooms clothing towering over you. Is this... Floyd? There's a red soaked bloodied line around his neck, its edges jagged and frayed of skin and you're frozen in fear.

"Hmm? Are ya scared?"

He leans forward, your faces lining up as you stare back at him with terrified wide eyes.

"Ah, Jade's lucky. His bride aint runnin away. Heard Jade was talking to you about me, it's rude to stare ya know hehe"

Okay but like, i might make this an actual story AHHHHHHHH><

A ghost groom Floyd trying to snatch you away from Jade! You're stuck in the horrors of the supernatural and an unwanted marriage, an eventful tragedy of who can take your hand and seal your fate. Hehehehehe who knows, perhaps Jade is actually head over heels for you and you never knew, but what about Floyd who you've piqued his interest? His last bride ran off and ended him, so he still needs a bride to put him at peace. GAHHHH the ideas are splurging ><

[qstarhalo]

New people will never understand what we went through with c!Bad and Skeppy... I literally learned a song for the Red Banquet on my violin I'm so rotted in the brain. Like, they were so painfully in love 😭 It crushes me to think about! They can never be happy together, but they can also never be apart; they'd rather destroy the world than let that happen. C!SKEPPY TRADED ALL HIS FRIENDS AND THE WORLD TO THE EGG SO BAD WOULD STAY SAFE. LIKE. AHHHHHHHH!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND MY OBESSION WITH THEM. I CANNOT LET GO OF THEM. BAD DESTROYED HIMSELF FOR SKEPPY AND SKEPPY GAVE HIMSELF UP TO THE EGG WHEN HE SAW BAD FALL BACK TO THE EGG. And I never thought about how the "true love's kiss" never worked for Bad STOP. Erm. Anyway. Sorry. I just really miss talking and writing about them--

YESS CREECHUR YOU GET ME YOU GET ME <333

They've infected my mind </3 I can't ever let them go. They make me insane. Their story is a real tragedy. And just all the little things about how they both didn't want to lose each other and yet did. AHHHHHHHHHH THEY MAKE ME INSANE. ESPECIALLY THE KISS BECAUSE OF IT'S REPRESENTATION OF FAIRYTALES NOT BEING REAL AND AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHSNDNFSMSKS AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON WHEN BAD FIRST SAW RED SKEPPY AKDHWLMDDMSMDNZMSMDJFDKMDLS

I miss them </3

[the-126-family]

Ok so popping in real quick but I finally started Sunrise on the Reaping and I am actually howling. I only just finished chapter 6 but the parallels and connections are actually making my brain implode. WIRESS?? MAGS?? THE MOCKINGJAY PIN THAT MAISYLEE DIDNT EVEN WANT?? Bro I can’t

AHHHHHHHH I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE LIKING IT!!!!

Okay I literally looked up a chapter by chapter summary so I can consult it and make sure I'm not spoiling anything for you. But those were my exact reactions every time a familiar character showed up! I lost it!! This was me reading the book and making all the connections:

Okay, I'm going to highlight some of my favorite things / things that stood out the most for me from the first six chapters:

-- The parallels of Haymitch having a little brother he'd do anything for / Katniss having a little sister she'd do anything for.

-- Haymitch saying that he doesn't drink!!! And the tragedy of us knowing what's coming, that he's going to become an alcoholic to deal with all his trauma.

-- Haymitch's name not actually being chosen! That really threw me for a loop. I love that I was still surprised with how everything went down and how he was picked.

-- All the familiar characters!!! Plutarch!! Wiress!! Mags!!

-- Louella being Haymitch's "sweetheart" and the extra meaning the nickname gives because it's what he calls Katniss!!

-- I just LOVED the district 12 tributes -- Haymitch, Louella, Wyatt, and Maysilee have my whole entire heart.

-- The reveal about the mockingjay pin!!

-- Louella dying?!?! I was DEVASTATED. Haymitch already rebelling against President Snow while he applauds him? Incredible.

-- The reveal of how Wiress won her games!! That was so interesting to me! And Mags being so, so sweet to Haymitch, Wyatt, and Maysilee.

I apologize for how long this was!! I'm so glad you're enjoying the book and I can't wait to hear what you think as you keep reading!!

[skyblueartt]

stalking your blog as we speak for your William Afton/Henry Emily interpretations because I this is EXACTLY how I always saw them.

William holding his best friend as he sobs over a tragedy HE caused? Like shoot me on site.

HIIII omfg I’m so gladdddd you view them in a similar way!!!! They are SUCH fun characters, I love their dynamic and I adore coming up with headcanons and/or interpretations of them. I have so many— I would LOVE to hear your’s too👀 my dms are always open hehe

But GODDD YES, IT DESTROYS ME !!! I LOVE IT!! “Oh Hen, I understand the pain of losing a child, trust me…she’s in a better place now. She’s probably watching over us right now…we gotta catch the monster who did this to her.” While he hugs Henry, rubbing calming circles on his back, but has this fuckin smile on his face the whole time that Henry can’t see because he’s sobbing into Will’s shoulder. AhhHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[crrahsa-yamah]

I fly into a zone and the music is like

OHHHHHHHHHHH AAHHHHHHHH

ALAS FOR THE TRAGEDY OF THE XOBR'IT CINDERFIELD

THIS IS NOT A PLACE OF HONOUR

OHHHHH AHHHHHHHH AHHH EEHHH WEEEHHHEHHHHH EEEHH IIIHHH

and I'm like ... I was just here to pick some corn?

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

I'm so excited for your advent! idk if I can wait until next month. Can we pretty please have a sneak peek? I'm at the edge of my seat just counting the days down. A full month of your writing?? Ahhhhhhhh

I'm cheesing so hard over here. I'm so glad you are looking forward to it! I don't know which day this one will be posted since it's turning out to be longer than originally wanted, but it's from a prompt that really got my creativity flowing.

The papers would mourn the Potters. They would celebrate the downfall of the Dark Lord without knowing the truth of what happened. They would revel in their rumors but with no proof it would all turn to legend. No survivors, they would say. No witnesses, they would whisper. A tragedy they would bemoan. Harry Potter was dead. At least that’s what everyone would think. But Harry Lestrange? Now that’s a different story, isn’t it?

[ayowotsdis]

DON'T DON'T DON'T AHHHHHHHH DAVE FILONI!!!!! WHO GAVE HIM THE RIGHT TO PLAY AT MY HEART STRINGS. WTH, AS A PREQUELS FAN WHO CRIES AT THE END OF ROTS EVERYTIME BECAUSE OF THE TRAGEDY OF IT ALL???? HE WAS A GOOD MAN AND PALPS RUINED HIM, I MOURNED HIM WITH PADME AND OBI WAN. TO SEE ANAKIN LIKE THIS???? DAVE FILONIIIIIIIIIIIII SNIPS AND SKYGUY FILONIIIIII (maul voice)