#bestill my heart

[owlygem]

*yeets fanart*

you can't just drop that comic on us like that and expect us to not be thirsty for the big red giant star man ú_ù (I've seen Scarlet before but those panels had me doing a double take)

😳😳😳😳

Oh my gooooood??? This is absolutely stunning?? Im speechless!! You've drawn him so beautifully, I was just staring for ages before I could reply!!

Hes so handsome and pretty and gentle!! 😭😭😭 i ADORE this, thank you! This really made my night 🥹🧡🧡🧡

Also I know I prolly confused everyone but this big red star isn't Scarlet, he's a different star and basically Sun's dad (or the closest thing to a dad a star can have)

Damn this is so pretty I feel so spoiled

[abigailspinach]

[colapointo]

seb and franco need to meet at brazil. gimme that level 9 yapfest

[carrotcakecrumble]

The gay man / lesbian woman friendship dynamic depicted in a mid-century book?????? Ann bannon i owe you my life

[willows-at-the-well]

💚I hope there are willow trees in Heaven🌿

[byfaithmedia]

Yes Lord 🙌🏻

[bladeshowers]

“Because I love you!” Ophiuchus said this semi-exasperatedly, as he pressed the keys on the piano in an anxious manner. “And I am tired of watching you get walked over them because you will not say something about how they treat you. You deserve better, Hemera.” / :>

"I - you - wait what?" Hemera blinked rapidly at Ophiucus as she moved closer to him. She stopped just short, a hand reaching up to touch his shoulder, only to fall limply back to her side. Rapidly, she blinked, orange eyes focusing solely on him. Everything else vanished and she couldn't name one object in it sans the piano.

"Do you mean like, romantic love, or platonic? Because I love you too I just…" She wrung her hands in distress before planting herself down on the bench next to him. "It… hurts my feelings too. When they do it. But what am I to say? Feelings have no importance in the workplace. Not for them." She didn't know what she could do to change things. It had been this way for a long time. The reprieve she got was leaving.

"We're both birds in gilded cages in a way. Then again, I think that's true for our society too." AHH. Why was she getting philosophical now? Why was she being Azem with him of all people? Gods above, she was frustrating even herself.

[femmenerd]

don’t get me wrong, i am a polin shipper like woah & i WOULD like to see these allegedly cut polin sex montages, but why aren’t more people basking in how amazing s3 part 2 was with regard to the complicated beauty of women’s relationships with one another???? peneloise reconciliation bestill my heart!! the featheringtons! ladies danbury and bridgerton! the queen & lady whistledown! francesca forgetting her own name when confronted with michaela fucking stirling!!

(ok, i know why. this is rhethorical. but i myself am BASKING. and hoping this isn’t the end of cressida’s story.)

[ramlightly]

i love all your characters but i have to say… honor and bellatrix… bestill my butch heart. one day i hope to get a giant beautiful woman out of a bubble myself, but until then im rooting for their happiness

There is some giant beautiful spirit woman in a bubble out there for you, I believe in you!

But yes, I've been thinking a lot about Honor and Bellatrix! I have a couple of sketches with them that I want to finish soon.

[9w1ft]

Hi, I come bearing gift for your pavement collection. This is from Karlie’s SC from April of 2016

bestill my heart

(here’s the masterpost(s) for those unacquainted)

[steddieunderdogfics]

Bestill My Foolish Heart by Chubbypeachhh on ao3 for challenge monday - Even kudos -- 60 kudos at time or reccing!

This fic made me laugh and was so cute!!

Bestill My Foolish Heart by Chubbypeachhh

Rating: Teen and Up

8,008 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning:

Tags: Fluff, First Kiss, Enemies to Lovers, but like are they enemies though, Soulmates, Alternate Canon, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Queer Eddie Munson, cosmic twins stobin at it again, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Supernatural Elements, Argyle as Cupid, Chrissy as Aphrodite

Summary:

Sometimes in order to realize you love someone, you have to get shot in the ass with it. Literally. A Valentine's Day rom-com featuring gay shenanigans, a milkshake date, and none other than Cupid himself.

Thanks for the rec!

This rec is a part of Challenge Monday. The challenge this week was fics with an even number of kudos.

Know a fic that deserves extra love? Submit through our asks or the submission box!

[readingiskeepingmegoing]

Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes!!! This is the crossover I need in my life.

I really hope there will be more.

CONGRATS ON 2130! What better way to celebrate you than asking for you to write a drabble of whatever YOU want! Something you have maybe thought about but it's not your norm? Love it. A character you love and just want more of? Love it. Little side quest in a current running fic? Love it. Just super happy for you and love everything you put out there for us to enjoy! 💕✨🎉

[a/n: omg thank you! I got so excited to see this 'free reign' request and then spent the next like 12 hours agonizing over what to write lol. I went with this absolutely not 500 word one-shot. Oops. It seemed fitting to me though b/c the first fanfic I ever wrote was one of those kind where the reader like 'magically' ends up in the media with knowledge that they're in their fav tv show/movie/game. So, writing a one-shot in that theme kind of felt perfect since we're also celebrating the number 213!]

Joel Miller x F!Reader; Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Warnings: canon violence, descriptions of creepy ass clickers, language, gun use, mentions of injury and blood

Word Count: 1.7k (again oops)

Summary: You just wanted to take a break from the job while hanging out with your favorite hunter, but you instead wind up in the last place you thought possible. Honestly, it was your own fault for thinking you could have a normal day.

As you watched Joel Miller get mauled by a cordyceps clicker on the television screen you let out a laugh. In response, Dean barked out a curse. The eldest Winchester brother had been playing this game for the last day and a half. Though the phrase attempting to play might be more accurate. You snickered again. “Dean, I’ve seen you mow down an entire coven of vampires alone with only a hunting knife, but you can’t shoot a few infected?”

“This is different.” Dean replied firmly. He pointed at the screen accusingly. “Put one of those fuckers in front of me right now and I’ll take it down.” He picked up his beer bottle to take a swig. Then he motioned to you with the bottle. “With my eyes closed.”

“Yeah, okay, tough guy.”

“I’m serious!”

You laughed again and pulled your legs up under you. The Winchester brothers and you were stuck in the Men of Letters bunker for the last week. Sam was in the library, trying to find any kind of hunt to go on, and for the sake of Dean’s sanity you hoped he found one soon. You sunk into your seat with a grin. “Come on. Try again. I love watching you lose.”

“Maybe you should give it a try then, sweetheart.” Dean replied and offered you the controller. 

You briefly bit your lower lip at the pet name. It was no secret that you were head over the heels for Dean⏤ well, to everyone but Dean. He seemed pretty oblivious to the fact that you’ve been carrying a torch for him since the moment you met him three years ago on a hunt. 

“I would, but I’d hate to embarrass you like that, Dean.”

The man rolled his eyes before restarting the level from the top. You watched Dean play, smiling to yourself at his overly exaggerated expressions every time something went wrong or went right. Gradually, your eyes began to droop shut, heavy with exhaustion, and you fell asleep listening to Dean’s voice⏤ the sound familiar and comforting. 

The sound of clicking hadn’t necessarily woken you up, it was probably the freezing air that did that, but it was the first noise that registered in your sleep-addled brain. With a quiet moan, you forced your eyes open and the sight of a busted ceiling greeted you. The wood was aged and a gaping hole allowed you to see the blue sky as morning light and flakes of snow streamed through it. It took one second for your brain to comprehend that you were not in the bunker with the Winchesters and one additional second for the hunter in you to grasp the wheel. 

You sat up with a gasp. The space surrounding you resembled an abandoned storage room at the back of a larger structure. Broken and empty shelves lined the walls and you were lying on top of a disgusting, aged mattress. With steady motions, you rose to stand. A chill shot down your spine and you shivered. The pajamas you wore were not conducive to this new weather⏤ weather that also did not make sense. It was summer time in Kansas right now. Why the fuck was it snowing? 

There was no sign of Dean or Sam that you could see. You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat as your stomach stirred with a foreboding sense of doom. Something was very, very wrong. Knowing that standing here confused wasn’t going to help anything, you searched the room for something of use. There were no articles of clothing you could scrounge up which meant you were stuck with pajamas and bare feet. The cold was beginning to grow painful as your extremities ached.

Only one door led out of the room, but experience told you that walking out without some kind of weapon was a mistake. Again, your options were sparse. You hadn’t expected to get lucky and find a handgun on the shelf, but a knife would be nice and not asking the universe for much in your opinion. However, you had never been the lucky kind. With a grumble, you found a few broken pipes and picked out one with the sharpest end. The metal was biting cold in your hand, but it brought some semblance of control and comfort to your anxiety riddled mind.

Seriously, what the fuck was going on?

You carefully cracked the door open to peek out into a dimly lit room. It looked like some kind of convenience store, but just like the room you had woken in it was in shambles. Bits of the ceiling and wall were broken to allow in light. You pulled the door open wider and a vaguely familiar clicking noise drifted to you once more. Where was that coming from? It had been there when you woke, though quieter, and why did you kind of recognize it?

A soft hiss made you glance to your right and your eyes widened when you spotted a young girl hiding behind half the counter. She had to be no older than thirteen or fourteen and her messy light brown hair was pulled back and half hidden under a winter cap. She glared at you in alarm, clutching a knife in her gloved hands, and mouthed words to you. She had to do it twice before you recognized the words, ‘What the fuck are you doing?!’ It was followed by something that looked suspiciously like the words, ‘fucking idiot’. Had this small, angry child just called you a fucking idiot? 

More clicking.

Your gaze lifted and your eyes landed on a new sight that filled you with dread. It wasn't an unfamiliar sight, but it was certainly one that shouldn’t exist. A clicker. It stumbled in its inhuman gait. Shoulders and arms moving in twitching motions as its head snapped back and forth searching. Whatever face the body used to have was replaced with rows of growing, eerie fungus that fanned out in what looked like two rolling curves⏤ as if it were a wave that surged then splashed right out of the skull itself in frozen motion.

The small gasp that left your lips was an obvious mistake that your hunter side was kicking you for. Its head and body snapped to face you and with a screech it roared forward. Instinct took a hold of your body, and you swung the pipe out, rather than freezing in alarm, and the clicker fell back.

“Run! Go!” You screamed and motioned for the kid to get the hell out of there. She began to scramble away, but you stayed planted to handle the clicker that was already back to its feet and rushing you once more. You ducked under and sprinted in the opposite direction of the kid while making as much noise as you could. As impossible and odd as this was, you had no problem falling into your hunting pattern. It was second nature to you. There was a monster and a civilian who needed to be saved. Your choice was easy.

Your right foot stepped on something that made you hiss out in pain and stumble. That gave the clicker enough time to slam into you and send you to the floor. With gritted teeth, you rolled before it could pin you and you swung the pipe once again, knocking it back a few steps. It recovered quickly and lunged forward, but you held the pipe up firm and met it halfway so the sharpened end of the pipe drove right through the center of its face⏤ or lack thereof. You were gasping for air as its arms went limp and with a singular grunt you used the pipe to shove it off to the side so it slumped to the ground with your weapon still buried in its skull. 

Your heart was threatening to beat right out of your chest as you tried to catch your breath. The adrenaline and panic made the cold barely noticeable. Your eyes glanced down though to see blood pooling around your right foot. Wincing, you lifted it to see a large shard of glass shoved deep into the tissue there. That was disturbing evidence this was not some kind of fucked up dream.

“Fuck.” You muttered. The sentiment was interrupted by a howling screech. You spun in place to see a different clicker, just as grotesque and real as the first, lunging at you from behind. Your hands raised in defense as a gun was fired. The clicker’s head exploded in a spray of rotting tissue and clumps of fungus before collapsing a few feet in front of you. When you lifted your gaze, you spotted an older man equipped with a rifle that was now leveled at your own head as his eyebrows furrowed in an emotion that reminded you a lot of rage. At his side, one hand wrapped around his bicep was the girl from earlier. 

It took you a second to comprehend the image in front of you. The clickers. The young mouthy girl. The older angry man. This could not be possibly happening to you right now. “Hands up. Now.” The man grunted in a southern accent. He didn’t look quite like he did in the video game you watched Dean play for the last day and a half, but there was no denying who this had to be. Slowly, you lifted your hands with a grimace. “If you got any weapons, drop ‘em now.”

“Weapons?” The girl scoffed. “She’s in fucking PJs, Joel, where do you think she’s hiding a weapon?”

He hushed her in response and motioned for her to take a step behind him. Great. You had survived the apocalypse twice with the Winchesters, quite the feat considering the people who traveled with the boys had a bad habit of dying bloody, but this was how you were going to meet your end. Shot by a video game character. This was some kind of fucked up karma for laughing while watching Dean get his character mauled over and over.

“Hi there.” You blurted  with a sheepish smile and Joel stiffened. “I mean you guys no harm, so if you wanna lower the rifle⏤”

“What’re you doing here?” Joel demanded. The rifle did not lower an inch.

“Right.” You muttered then blew out a breath of hot air. “Uh, funny story.”

Joel did not look eager to hear said funny story and you had a bad feeling that once you explained what was happening to him he’d find the entire scenario even less amusing. Fuck.

[randik-86]

Bestill the hard beating of my heart,

Whenever I'm around you,

I know that you are going to end up breaking me,

Falling apart as you whisper in my ear,

Trying so hard not to slip,

And let you disgrace this love that you have stolen from me,

But it's impossible to stay away...

©️randik86

[llamagoddessofficial]

Hey so I was going through your stuff and saw your post about birds :)

And I realized that I needed to work on drawing wings and I knew about your boys sooooo

The boys! (Find it kinda funny how I accidentally switched the color hues between red and sans)

screaming crying throwing up this is the greatest thing I have ever seen

It combines my two favourite things in the fucking world: the Aggre Sans', and birds

Vulture Skull.... you are a genius... bestill my beating heart

[shaynetopps]

decided to watch just the intro and shayne’s in it too! bestill my shrevor heart…

[pennedbymoxiee]

Lara wasted no time sterilizing the needle and adding a few practiced stitches along Ellie's wound, in addition to the one she'd put there herself. She figured there was no point in removing it, no point in causing more trauma to the skin. Thankfully, the first aid kit came with enough surgical thread and a sharp enough needle to do the trick. With the included small pair of shears, she snipped the thread, and admired her work for a moment. "There, that should heal nicely." she assured quietly, turning to place the implements back in the pack. Next, she retrieved a dampened cloth and began to gently and slowly run it across Ellie's skin, wiping away any dirt or dried blood that may have clung to her. Lara was aware that Ellie must be feeling poorly about the injury, and about being doted upon. But she was anything but a burden, and Lara would keep stitching and patching up until Ellie finished what she had set out to do. "You may not believe me, but, I had this feeling that something had happened to you. . . That you got hurt." A pause as she diligently did her work until she was satisfied, and placed the cloth back down, freeing her hands. "I was just about to set out after you. . . To make sure you were alright." A silence bloomed between them once more, as Lara leaned forward, turning Ellie so that she could look into her eyes. "I told you I'd be by your side, as long as you wanted me to be. Not because I have to be. . . Not because I feel obligated to be. . . But because I want to be." she reminded, pressing her forehead to her companions, her voice just above a whisper. Little did she know, she was answering an unspoken question, in that moment. "Until you tell me to bugger off, you're stuck with me, Ellie. I'm with you. . ."

[ bloodied ] ; a continuation from here for @pennedbymoxiee .

how many times had it been ? how many times were it that someone had to take care of her ass where she wanted nothing more than to be able to take care of herself ? was it even so bad to have someone care ? joel cared , and it got him six feet under with a face ellie could barely even recognize . couldn't dare to remember what he looked like before it all .

in her ears was the irritating screech the tinnitus of a post traumatic induced daydream with a far off look in her eyes that they'd glossed over . it'd drowned out her surroundings if only for a moment , her lashes fluttering ever so slightly as her fingers halted in their pursuit of that loose thread . parted , cracked lips breathe out what she'd often times wished was her final breath , her heart the calmest it'd felt all week .

british - ladden accent the harmony to bring her out of her dazed stupor , olive 'pon an otherwise concerned face . ellie had grown to love staring at her ; made her feel safe . made everything feel worth it . could remember the last time she'd felt this way — before dina left the farm with jj . for once , back then , things felt alright . but then she'd lost it all and brought to fruition her greatest fear of being alone .

having lara by her side made her wish not to make the same mistake , but . . .

" yeah , " hoarsely . exhausted . shaky hands would find purchase within one another curled tight against her chest as she'd roll off to her right , allowing lara the easy access to the injury . in the brief silence there against their uneven and untimed breathing did the words wish to spill from her lips : ' you're not going to leave me , too , are you . '

selfish to ask it , selfish to have wanted dina to stay , back then . it were a year since then but it still felt brand new — the wound that couldn't be carefully stitched closed with careful hands .

please , don't leave . i know i have a lot to answer for , and i know i'm a monster , but please , stay .