#because i apparently like it angsty

[all-my-ocs-are-evil]

Grojband, but as a band from an early 2000s shoujo manga

[spaceprincessem]

wip wednesday

thanks to @eowon @sibylsleaves @eddiebabygirldiaz and @disasterbuckdiaz for the tag today 💖 a little from my dial drunk song inspired fic

“I thought you and Natalia had big plans,” Chimney frowns as he sits next to Hen, scooping a large serving of eggs on his plate. “We uh,” Buck says, releasing Eddie as he goes to sit down in the chair Bobby pulled out for him, “we sort of broke up.” An awkward pause gives way to a heavy silence as everyone shifts their gaze from Buck to Eddie. As if he had something to do with this. Eddie straightens immediately, muscle tense as he grips the back of the nearest chair for support.  “Or, well,” Buck continues as he haphazardly butters a piece of toast, “she broke up with me.” The way he says it makes Eddie’s hair stand on end. Breakups are hard, even when you see them coming a mile away, but Eddie knows Buck. He knows the way his words curl around his tongue when he’s not saying what he means, when there’s something deeper, more rooted to the problem than what Buck actually shows them. He’s sure another failed relationship just a couple of months after the disaster that was Taylor Kelly (and the lingering haunt of his romantic history) hits Buck hard, especially when Natalia seemed to be a near perfect fit. But there’s something else. Something, he can tell, that Buck is forcing himself to swallow. “Do you want to talk about it?” Hen asks after a moment, disrupting the weird tension in the room. Buck forces a smile, “Nah,” he shrugs one of his shoulders in an attempt to appear nonchalant, “the bottom line was that it wasn’t going to be a forever thing and Natalia deserves someone that will always put her first.” That sounds a little closer to the truth.

tagging @hoodie-buck @loserdiaz @barbiediaz @bigfootsmom @hippolotamus @shortsighted-owl @wildlife4life @devirnis

[snixx]

got queerbaited into reading a book by chatgpt. is this rock bottom

[edge-oftheworld]

can I just say that the fact that jake gyllenhaal still has a job and a platform is exactly the evidence we need that the way 5sos partners and exes are treated is straight up misogyny

[thenamesapollo]

Quite curious to why you thought that Ink's dads were a diservice to his character in the first place lmao

man I don't even knooooow???? (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)

I think I was just really up my own ass and that 1) i forgot that my interpretation of ink isn't the popular one, and basically no one knew of him. and that 2) I forgot I didn't create him lol.......

I was like 'him having dads doesn't make sense cuz he's supposed to be lonely' and like. no man.... u didn't make him what do u mean 'supposed to'.......

probably also bcuz I was pretty salty that a selfcest ship (<- something that makes me MAD uncomfortable) was canon to my special interest, and coming across something that makes me mad when I'm just trying to enjoy my interest pissed me off (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠)

but honestly every other point I made was kinda stupid lmao..... like it was my first ever L........

[whysamwhy123]

HALLEJUAH!! I REMEMBERED HOW TO ACTUALLY FINISH WRITING SOMETHING FOR A CHANGE!!

Of course, it's not any of the fics I wanted to finish. I went back to what is essentially my bread-and-butter now and wrote a short-ish, random OrangeHook fluff. But considering how much writing's been a struggle as of late, I'm just glad that I successfully finished something. I was back in one of those stretches where I couldn't seem to write much of anything. And this fic isn't about their age difference or Hook being a cuddlebug, so...progress?

Unless I decide I completely hate it (which is always a possibility) expect something to drop on Valentine's Day, tis the season, after all.

[like-sands-of-time]

It's pretty insane that saying that arwen could have been done so much better is met with such disdain. And the way I'm seen as an Arthur stan or Gwen hater by saying that. I'm literally saying the both of them deserved better..?

Gwen (and Arthur let's be completely real here) was a victim of a show that was chronically inconsistent in their characterizations of people. She suffered (as Arthur did) from a story line that I'm sorry is just really bad. And you can still love Gwen and Arthur from legend. But I can still say this interpretation falls short in showing the growth of their relationship in a way that feels real and not just .. necessary.

[thyandrawrites]

Turns out that the key to tricking me into writing stupid fluff is to preface it with 7k of angst. I'm talking about the silliest Todofam dialogue I've ever typed. I don't even know how this happened tbh

(since this is too long and spaced out for discord, you'll get a peek instead. snip under the cut. Spoiler alert, it's all silly Todofam nonsense)

[For context, they're talking about a gift drawing Touya didn't think to hide because he didn't expect a visit. Rest in fucking pieces, Touya]

The second time Touya wakes up that day, it’s not because of a sneeze, and his headache is gone. His luck ends there, however. Muffled voices reach him from the kitchen, and one of them is definitely Fuyumi. He briefly considers going back to sleep—he’s sick, he can get away with it—but it’s then that he becomes aware of how dry his mouth is. Ugh. 

Touya decides the bathroom sink is his best contingency plan. He can slip past the kitchen unnoticed if he’s quiet enough. He’ll make it quick. 

Mind made up, he gathers his blanket to wear it like a shawl and softly pads down the corridor. That’s when he registers the muffled conversation between his siblings. 

“Look at that grumpy face,” Natsuo is saying, laughter evident in his tone. “The little guy got it down perfectly.” 

A chuckle. Then, somewhat guiltily, “That’s mean, Natsu.” Her voice is clear if slightly static-y. She must be on speakerphone. 

“You laughed too.”

“Oh, hey, Is that a unicorn?” She's quick to change the subject. 

Abruptly, Touya feels dread pooling down his stomach. Oh no. 

“Nah, it must be a hammer. You know, cause Touya does repair work. Or an axe.”

“Why would a child draw an axe?” she questions. 

“Have you ever met a child? They function off candies and violence. You should know. You’re the school teacher.” At Fuyumi’s tut of displeasure, he adds, “Besides, it’s right next to Touya. It cannot be a unicorn. Not even a child’s imagination can be that bold. Not without prompting a different type of violence.”

“It looks like a rectangle to me,” Shouto cuts in, attempting to break the impasse. 

Contingency plan forgotten in the wake of a more urgent house fire, Touya enters the kitchen with all the casual nonchalance of a man who once sat on his murder plan for ten years. He's out for blood, but he'll have to figure out who to kill first.

[to be continued]

[softboiledwonderland]

Why have I not become a LOTR nerd sooner in my life I have truly missed out... but even more than that it’s happened at the right time and exactly when it should have

[bellamyroselia]

Like most people, Pit doesn't remember much of his early years. Many times when he thought he was recounting his first time experiencing something or meeting someone, Palutena left out a small laugh quickly followed by "That's not how I remember it". Most of the time she refused to elaborate what she meant by that, but sometimes she did tell Pit something new - like how during their first meeting, Pit had had the audacity to pull Palutena's hair and then laugh at her when she had yelped in pain. He had tried to apologize, only for Palutena to assure him that everything had been forgiven long ago and it was now nothing more than a funny story to think back on whenever she needed something to laugh at. Pit found it weird yet comforting at the same time; it wasn't really something he'd happily look back into, but if it brought joy to Palutena maybe it wasn't all that bad after all. Everyone needed good memories to look back into.

Occasionally when he was dreaming, Pit found himself recounting past events in his head. Some memories were good, others bad, at times they were so hazy he had hard time understanding what was actually going on. Usually he however had a grasp of what actually happened, but this night was shaping out to be different. It was the night following the day after Palutena had told him about the hairpulling incident when Pit had a dream in which the events she had described happened exactly as she had told to him excluding few differences - most surprisingly there was one other person in the room, a man Pit didn't remember ever meeting but who felt familiar anyway. He too was laughing at Palutena's reaction and when he raised his hands, Palutena gladly handed the younger boy to him, much to the joy of the child as well. Something inside Pit felt warm and fuzzy as he watched the younger version of himself happily babble to the man while he pretended to understand, and he wasn't quite sure what it was.

After that night, more forgotten memories resurfaced every so often. All of them were simple and casual, with nothing all that important ever happening; sometimes he was drawing, other times he was trying to eat food from the floor, couple of times Palutena was there as well to laugh at his antics. Only thing that was always there was the man watching over him, and it was clear to Pit that he meant a lot for his younger self. Considering the way he always looked at the little boy, the feeling seemed to be mutual and at times Pit couldn't help but feel a bit jealous of his younger self for all the positive attention he received. It however always quickly gave a way to the familiar warm and fuzzy feeling, though now it was also mixed with a hint of sadness. By each new memory Pit came to understand that feeling better; he was yearning, yearning for something he had forgotten, for someone who was no longer with him, for this spesific form of happiness to be present in his life again. And just like that the dreams seemed to end, as if there was nothing left to remember anymore.

It would take a while before Pit would be dreaming of a forgotten memory again, and this time it wasn't nearly as pleasant as the last ones. His younger self was quietly sobbing in Palutena's arms while the goddess did her best to calm him down, and she wasn't looking to be in the best state of mind herself either. She kept repeating that things would be okay, but it just left Pit more confused; what had just happened?

For following months, it felt like dreams actively avoided Pit. Between the fragmented memories he had had normal dreams like everyone else, yet now nothing seemed to await him when he fell asleep. All that did was give the yearning room to grow even stronger, for Pit desperately tried to cling into the warmth he had felt back then. Did some part of him want to forget it all? If so, why? He would end up finding that out soon.

The next time Pit fell asleep, he was pleasantly surprised to find out that he was indeed dreaming, only for that feeling to quickly fade. He realized that he was in the exact same room he had been the last time he had remembered something, where Palutena had tried to comfort his younger self; Pit couldn't help but feel like everything was going to fall apart soon, he just wasn't sure how it would happen. His younger self was playing with his toys in the adult-sized bed, blissfully ignorant of what would soon fall upon him - and it did indeed happen quite soon, as the door to the room opened and a familiar figure walked in, now donned in armor rather than the casual tunics Pit remembered him wearing. His younger self didn't seem to realize that, looking just as happy as usual and wobbled to him, where he then would pick the toddler up. He hugged Pit's younger self, kissed his forehead and then he said something that would keep on haunting the young angel. Prior to this, Pit had never heard anything the man had said in the memories clearly, so hearing him say "I'm so lucky to have you" to his younger self made his heart to skip a beat. He was so focused on that single sentence that he couldn't pay any attention to other things he was saying, everything else was trivial at the moment. And for that silent moment everything felt perfect, only thing breaking the tender moment being a yawn by Pit's younger self. The man laughed and kissed the toddler's forehead again, only for the child to grumpily pull his hair this time. The man laughed a second time before speaking again: "You do know that I have to go, do you?"

Pit's younger self said something, but the only thing present Pit could make out of the toddler's words was an extremely displeased "Don't". The words were soon followed by another yawn, and the man hugged the child one more time before putting him down to the bed, giving him a stuffed toy dog and patting his head.

"I'll be back before you wake up, okay? I'll be back soon", he said and Pit's younger self seemed to now be convinced, as all the toddler now said was a quiet "Okay" while thightly grasping his plush toy. Pit didn't know exactly what would happen next, but what he did know was that this was the last time they would see each other - he would soon enough be crying in Palutena's arms while she tried to comfort him, and the man whose attention and love he had been yearning for past few months would vanish into thin air. The young angel's heart was aching, he wanted to run to the man, scream for him to not leave, but his feet felt heavy and throat dry all the sudden, leaving him both still and voiceless. All Pit could do was watch as he put on a helmet and left the room, all the while his younger self was too sleepy to protest. Once his younger self finally fell asleep in the dream, Pit found himself waking up in the real world. It didn't take long for him to realize that he had been crying.

Was this why Palutena never elaborated on anything, because she knew what yearning was and what it felt like to yearn for something or someone?

[ghost-proofbaby]

…i’ve officially hit 1k let me give you all forehead smooches 🖤

[submissiveblender]

I should be asleep or studying for my last final, but instead I'm learning how to use AO3 and hot damn these tags are specfic

[andthebubbles]

it’s so funny how i rewatch s1 anthony scenes and i don’t give a shit about him (unless i really try to keep in mind what we know about him and try to understand what’s going on behind the facade/beyond what the show dictates we should see because it’s definitely not from his pov) and then i watch s2, particularly from ep 3 onwards, and suddenly it’s like, !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is my dumbass idiot

[queerhoodies]

trying to write a short film and maybe i’m 5 seconds away from stabbing my brain

[cuteniarose]

Me: *creates an OC*

Me: *heavily implies OC will meet a bad fate*

OC: *meets bad fate*

Me:

(Alternatively, I may have started it, but @katkastrofa enabled me and now I’m losing my mind)

[tenok]

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