#Wangst

[lazulibundtcake]

I have finished my short, two-part post-season-two series, for those who crave that "Final 15" flavor with their smut.

He thought, for a minute, that it had worked. Aziraphale made an undefinable sound in his throat and hesitated, but then pushed back against him, hard. His mouth was very warm. Crowley felt his hands land flat on his back, one after the other, clutch him; his lips part just so slightly and he thought wildly, yes, angel, yes, yes -- but then Aziraphale let him go, took his hands off and Crowley had dropped his hold. Stepped back.

Read both stories here!

Group of Two Sad Wanks

[nervouspiratedragon]

Other Heroes : " Should I really kill Emperor Evulz? Even though he massacred thousands of villages , dissolved people alive in acid, enslaved millions of people, subjected countless innocent people to fates worse than death and literally ate a live kitten, wouldn't killing him make me just as bad as him? He turned the world into a hellhole but a life is a life. The choice is so agonizing." *wangsts and cries*

Sonic : * Straight up Mercs a villain by spindashing through their chest* "Oh well . c'est la vie" * speeds off somewhere else and hangs out with his friends without a care in the world and not a tear shed*

[one-thousand-springs]

Seeing a lot of content about dead internet theory so I just thought I’d say – I’m a real person who’s maybe too old to still have an active tumblr and who forgets to come on for months at a time, but my blog isn’t dead. I’ve been here since I was 18 and it’s a scrapbook of all the media I’ve ever loved and all the confessional posts I didn’t want to put on “real” social media. And every so often love brings me back to post again.

I hope all the bloggers I used to follow are doing well, and even if they never log on again and the last I’ll ever hear from them is a reblog from 2013 - I’m a total stranger who remembers you, who bore witness to this little piece of your life and wishes you well. And I think that’s just a little bit beautiful.

[jurakan]

Lost my library card and I didn't realize until I went to the library today, and along with seeing how many of my vacation photos are blurry, forgetting to set up my desk right this morning, reminds me that I am a functionally useless person

[weirdratblogs]

Leaning into the bowser/luigi ship, but also being fucked up. Imagine one of bowser's "rewards" for being good being luigi dressing up as peach?

Like, luigi isn't into it. He thinks it's a little creepy, even. But it's his biggest tool in keeping bowser on the right track. One week without incident? He's dressing up as peach on date night.

And, like, at first, it's kind of comical(?), "haha, luigi's emasculated! he's in a dress!", but then there's the reality that luigi's dressed like a friend(?) - his brother's... romantic interest(?) - so his boyfriend can get off, and that his boyfriend getting off on it is what's keeping said boyfriend from going to war.

Like, not only is that basically cheating and a very real sign of disloyalty, but then luigi's being "forced"(?) to push a boundary by dressing like that. And that's not even getting into how peach might feel if she ever finds out!

Is he wearing accurate underwear? How'd he find that detail out if so? Did fuckin mario take his brother lingerie shopping so he could point out his... tentatively ssying girlfriend's... underwear? That's a whole other... Thing!

[a-certain-nerd]

I'll just drop this here, I guess. Whether I continue writing this or not is probably up to god. Jk if i get my hands on soju this weekend, i will. I actually have a plan with this, and :')

Even though I'm dreading writing this, I have to channel this sadness elsewhere. I'll take my leave now.

[kelzebub]

I am extremely, dismally burnt out at work (don't worry, leaving this job in 3 weeks) but barely making it through my day... right now doing chart reviews while listening to Metallica and all that's really going on in my head is imagining Crowley in various excessively dramatic postures listening to whatever song is playing.

Favorite: drunkenly draped over his throne, head dangling backwards, glasses discarded on the floor, tie askew. Unforgiven playing.

Runner up: In the Bentley, parked around thr corner from the bookshop, head on the steering wheel, weeping to Fade to Black.

Let it out, Crowley. Be dramatic for me while I am here being professional.

[sprocketsmusings]

I wish I knew how to be a person.

[noorahqar]

It's so embarrassing when you reread one of your favorite fics of all time, click "kudos" and don't immediately get the dreaded

What do you mean. WHAT DO YOU MEAN

[midoriima]

lingering | shirabu kenjiro

If there was anything that you dreaded more, it was nighttime. The fear and guilt always crept into your mind as soon as the lights dimmed and silence engulfed the dark room. Nothing made its presence known enough for you to distract yourself from the imagery that flashed and replayed night after night inside your head.

Everyone tells you it wasn't your fault, you want to believe that it wasn't, but it still holds a heavy weight in your chest for you to disregard it. You could never persuade yourself enough to think you weren't the cause of Shirabu's accident but had you processed things quicker, you would've done something to change the outcome.

You remember he told you a while back that he'd switch schools by the time you two would move up to your third year. It didn't affect you as much then since you two were only in middle school then, but the months pass by so quick it's hard to believe that your third year is only mere months away.

Just get through this year, then maybe the guilt would start fading once he goes. You'd tell yourself, but it always made you feel even more guilty. Instead of facing what caused your anxiety, you pushed it away. You were afraid that all the walls you'd built up until the present would fall and that you'd have to build them up once more when you muster up the heart to face him.

It was always such a pain to turn your gaze to his direction, seeing him unable to use his legs, unable to play the sport he's loved since his middle school days, having no other choice but to sit back and watch the rest of his team play without him. Semi Eita even took his position back as setter.

publishing as is again, i need to clear up drafts but i wanna publish the ones i really wanted to post back then but couldn't. i hope yous enjoy ❤️ also, go check out more on my masterlists cos these partial works are open for any continuation or derivatives, etc. but on one condition: ask permission 🤗 that's allll

[frogsman]

wtf was bear s3 man

[protemporescitor]

"'When you die, you return to the planet'?" she said, repeating the words of the elders. "That has literally got to be the dumbest thing I have ever heard. Once you die, that's that."

Cloud looked at her with genuine curiosity. "Why do you think that?"

"'cause I've seen plenty of death," Yuffie said. "Back in Wutai, I mean, during the war. There's nothing romantic or special about it. One minute you're breathing…"

Memories of her childhood flashed before her eyes. Of civilians being slaughtered in the streets by the unthinking, unfeeling machinery unleashed upon her people by Shinra. The damaged, malfunctioning automaton rampaging through the burning thoroughfare, all jagged spikes and twisted metal, frantically slashing away at anything in its path, tearing flesh from bone as it carved its way through the fleeing survivors. The screams intensifying throughout the crimson night. The way she, as a child, hid helplessly behind a rock, scared out of her wits, powerless to do anything but watch as the massacre unfolded, recoiling as another innocent bystander was cut down right in front of her, spraying warm blood across her face…

She shut her eyes for a moment, picking up a fistful of sand from the ground, letting the tiny grains slowly slip through her fingers. "The next, you're just… dirt in the ground. Fade to black. End of story."

Cloud simply nodded, noting her uncommonly gloomy disposition. She couldn't tell whether he agreed with her or not, but he seemed to at least be considering her point of view.

"So, if you get that, you get why I live every day like it's my last."

Full story on AO3

[4mulaone]

i think the thing with charles is so much of him is already given away freely and enthusiastically to the world it is deeply unnerving that people would stalk and go to the lengths of mobbing outside of his home because they feel entitled to a sick sense of demanding more. theres rarely a day that goes by that someone doesnt post fan interactions/signings/selfies of him off the clock because its clearly in his nature to be understanding and interactive with fans. the videos of him running to barricades to try and appease to people that have waiting hours for him to get a photo. the hordes of people waiting for him in restaurants and hotels and blocking his car.  the ‘secret’ filming of him undressing clearly uncomfortable and knowing someone is recording him. a stranger kissing him as he walks through the paddock. a stranger posing as a fan to get close just to steal from him- i dont blame him for trying to regain some autonomy in that situation at all. this isnt even to go into ferrari posting videos of him in ice baths before every race to farm engagement. all the deeply detailed fantasy you are charles leclercs significant other posts with hundreds of notes- i know this all for fun and ‘just fiction’ but you really dont know who is on the other side of the screen and what world they are living in. i would hope no one following me or anyone on here would ever cross a boundary as heinous as doxxing him but i do think we have to step back. just because something is posted online does not mean it is not a massive invasion of a real human beings privacy.

[one-thousand-springs]

Two Sentence Horror Story

Sometimes I look in the mirror and see my mother’s face. Sometimes I see my father’s.

[jurakan]

Like yeah, I objectively did well at the trivia challenge tonight, and it really doesn't matter; at the same time, there weren't many contenders, and out of the three serious players I came in third, and I rarely pass up a chance to hate myself!

[nathanialhowe]

ricky blog is sio tempting for wangst but also to gauge who would sidestepcalling him ricky cus they have no whimsy