#brb forever crying over this

[beencryingfor25years]

Does it ever drive you crazy… just how fast the night changes?

*Photo credit to Dream It Conventions*

[theangrypomeranian]

me rn

Safe and Sound by @theangrypomeranian

When Tina Belcher is reaped for the Hunger Games, she's sure that her life is over. But when Zeke Tisdale volunteers as the male tribute and promises to protect her in the arena, she realizes that she might have a chance of surviving this...if she can avoid falling for him.

[howlonomy]

About monster clover au can he fly with his wing?

WHHHHAATTG THIS IS SO CUTE??!?!? LITTLE CLOVER AAUUGHHGG if you believe hard enough,,, maybe you can <333

[leslieseveride]

remember when titus said he imagined jackson finding out about tim and lucy dating after waking up in the morning to find tim standing shirtless in their kitchen making coffee?? why couldn't we have had that????

[roseekara]

Just suddenly realized 'you're losing me' is so hotchniss coded 😭

You say, "I don't understand, " and I say, "I know you don't"

I'm getting tired even for a phoenix, always rising from the ashes

And I wouldn't marry me either, a pathological people pleaser

Mending all her gashes, you might just have dealt the final blow

I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick

I gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy, and all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier

Emily was always by his side since the beginning, even though he didn't trust her until she was the one who left first 🥹😭😭

Don't touch me now I'm in shambles and utter despair.

[brainisafk]

I was rewatching a bunch of their cutscenes, going over all the choices and deciding which ones were best for Tal, and this part got stuck in my head today.

That first option was not the one I actually picked during his run, but after going through this conversation a couple more times I think this is the most appropriate after all.

Tal is at his lowest point here. Bellara and Harding, two people he'd grown extremely close to, are gone. He’s just found out that Varric has been dead this entire time. Solas and Elgar’nan are running rampant in Minrathous, which to Mr. “I’m The Leader And Therefore Everything Is My Fault” is yet another blow. And he’s still not entirely sure what’s real and what’s not. He cannot take another loss right now. 

That quiet "Just don't leave" kills me. He sounds so close to just breaking down and crying.

And Lucanis just… stays. Because he asked. He stays and helps him get out of his head and grounds him. Yes the world is terrible right now but we are here and this is real and I won’t leave you again.

(And Spite with the wings. He probably doesn't understand everything going on right there, but he knows Their Person is distressed and he's offering whatever comfort he can.)

I know the main reason Lucanis doesn't want to sleep is because he nearly lost Rook and now doesn't want to miss another moment with them. But I also believe that part of it is also because he wants to make sure that if Rook needs anything else this night, he's there to see that they get it. Because Rook has done that for him so many times already, and now it's his turn to return the favor.

[gojonanami]

OH MY GOODNESS!! SAB!!!

I CAN'T... I CAN'T EVEN EXPRESS HOW MUCH I LOVED PART SIX!!!

IT WAS SO GOOD! I AM IN LOVE WITH IT.

YOU ARE SUCH A BRILLIANT WRITER.

I AM LITERALLY SO EMOTIONAL RIGHT NOW. I HAVE LITERAL TEARS IN MY EYES.

I THINK I WAS SQUEALING SO LOUDLY MY DORM MATES HEARD ME.

BUT ANYWAY... SAB!! YOU BRILLIANT, BRILLIANT WONDERFUL HUMAN BEING. SO, SO DAMN TALENTED.

YOU WROTE SUCH A BEAUTIFUL STORY. IT HAS CAPTURED MY HEART AND MY SOUL.

IT IS BEAUTIFUL. YOU ARE SUCH A PROMISING & WONDERFUL & FANTASTIC WRITER.

IT WAS HONESTY SUCH A JOY READING THIS SERIES AND IT HOLDS SUCH A SPECIAL PLACE IN MY HEART.

I LOVE IT SO, SO MUCH.

THANK YOU SO, SO MUCH FOR ENTERTAINING US FOR ALL THESE MONTHS AND WRITING SUCH A FANTASTIC SERIES.

THIS IS HONESTLY SUCH A GIFT. I LOVE IT SO, SO MUCH.

this ask literally made me tear up - I can’t this is so kind and sweet, I don’t know how to put into words how much this means

firstly, I’m so so happy that you enjoyed part 6 — it’s so nerve wracking writing a conclusion to a series like this — I wanted to do it justice and all I had were just brief moments I wanted to include in the fic. and I did not expect it to be that long — so I’m only glad it was well received and didn’t seem too long 😭

secondly, I feel undeserving of your praises but I’ll take it because it means the world to me — the fact you were squealing I’m gonna cry 😭😭 thank you so much for enjoying the series and holding it in such high regard — the series honestly was something that was created because of all of you. I never expected it to become this thing that it is now.

thank you for being here 💕🥹 and I hope you stick around for all the extra credit fics I’m gonna be writing soon enough 🫶🫣

[medusa-was-innocent]

Wow this sucks

[ghost-proof]

[cag3dsong]

Endless edits: Nadia and Clint, 2/?

There's a reason shooting stars are no longer deemed 'stars' once they kiss the earth. Once you fall, you crash and burn.

[standing-in-v-formation]

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[lady-of-imladris]

AND I WOULDN'T MARRY ME EITHER

A PATHOLOGICAL PEOPLE PLEASER

WHO ONLY WANTED YOU TO SEE HER

[walkingcontradiction42]

Current mood

[demon-country]

On one hand, it's so moving to see just how far they're willing to go to save the people they love. They both have such big hearts and love so deeply, for all that they don't always show it very well. But on the other hand, this is yet another thing that shows just how low their sense of self-worth is - especially Blitz's - and that's utterly heartbreaking. The voice acting when Blitz literally told Stolas he wasn't worth dying for was almost physically painful to listen to, and I can't even imagine being Stolas, Loona, Moxxie, or Millie (or Fizz or Verosika, even) and having to hear him say that the way he did.

Plus, it's another hint that they both may have been at least passively suicidal at some point (or many times) in the past. It was so easy for them to throw themselves in the line of fire if it meant the people they love could be spared. Stolas especially didn't have to do any of that, because unlike Blitz who was slated to die anyway, he wasn't part of the trial at all. And yet, as soon as he saw that Blitz was about to take the fall he didn't hesitate to go save him, despite believing that he'd be killed in Blitz's place if he played his cards right. He put his whole entire heart and soul into his performance, playing up his classism to the extreme to make it seem like they were all nothing to him and he was the big, bad manipulator using them, just to make sure that he would be the only one killed.

Just. Ugh. My heart... :(

The fucking eagerness

of these two

Idiots

To lay their heads

On a literal fucking chopping block

For the people they love

I just

I love them so much

Sentences are not possible anymore

Call this a freeverse poem instead

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ 𝕒 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 ♡

♡ Pairing: boyfriend!jeongin x girlfriend!chubby!fem!reader

♡ Genre: fluff/comfort

♡ Summary: Jeongin's the type of boyfriend who never makes you question how much he cares for you. Still, there's one nagging insecurity you haven't been able to move past: Letting him see you naked. Sick of letting your fear get the best of you, you decide that tonight's the night to finally open up to him and it turns out you might've been afraid of nothing all along.

♡ Word Count: 2.1k-ish

♡ Warnings: body insecurities, nudity, a lil making out, mentions of sex, jeongin loves to touch your body, praise, and just all around fluffiness otherwise

♡ A/N: This started out as an anon request but I lost the post for that request (brb crying) so now we have a lil I.N comfort fic that will hopefully make my chubby Jeongin biased babes feel good in their skin cause you totally deserve to.

Moments like these Jeongin wishes could last forever. Between touring, appearances, and studio sessions his schedule’s been brutal lately, leaving him with little to no time to spend with the one girl he treasures most in the world—you. But tonight none of that matters. The world beyond the walls of his apartment doesn’t exist. There’s only him cozied up under a blanket on the couch with you cuddled against his body, your head resting on his chest as you lazily play with the strings of his hoodie.

The room’s dark except for the glow of the television. A movie’s playing but neither of you are truly watching it. His eyes are glued to you, committing to memory how beautiful you are from this angle. You seem so comfortable in his arms, so at peace, and the feeling’s infinitely mutual. 

Your own gaze is fixed on the screen but every image and sound you take in is passive. What you’re truly focused on is a thought that’s been cycling through your brain all night. Before you left to head over here you told your roommate not to wait up, you’d be spending the night at Jeongin’s place. Never one to pass up the opportunity to tease you, she asked if you needed to borrow a sweater or something to sleep in. You instantly regretted admitting to her over drinks that Jeongin has yet to see you naked, even after months of being together.

Whenever you have sex you keep the lights off and throw your clothes back on immediately after. If you shower and he’s around you always make sure to bring your clothes with you into the bathroom. Even Jeongin, who never wears anything to bed, always has something on when you sleep over to make you more comfortable. 

It’s nothing he’s ever complained about or tried to make you feel guilty for. More than anything he just seems happy to be with you, accepting your boundaries without hesitation. It’s one of a million reasons you’ve come to love him as much as you do. Still, you know that hiding from him isn’t something you can do forever. It isn’t something that you want to do forever.

“Baby” he says sweetly, petting your cheek, “You ready for bed?”

You take a deep breath, making up your mind that tonight’s the night. Your stomach sinks at the thought of how he might feel when he sees your body but at least you’ll know now before you fall for him any harder.

“Mmhmm” you nod, nuzzling your cheek against his chest one last time before sitting up. 

Jeongin hops up and gets to work clearing the snacks from the coffee table. With full hands, he leans down to plant the softest kiss on your lips. “You can go ahead. I’ll meet you in there in a second, okay?” 

You agree and gather the blanket in your arms, trembling as you shuffle down the hall towards the bedroom. It’s a short walk but it feels eternal. You’ve stepped through this threshold a dozen times by now but somehow this feels like your first. Suddenly the oversized hoodie and baggy sweatpants that once shielded your insecurities have you sweating like a sinner in church. It’s suffocating.

Tossing the blanket onto the bed, you tug your hoodie off to feel the fresh air kiss your skin. The coolness eases the tension in your body, leaving your hands a bit less shaky as you slip your sweatpants down and kick them aside. You stare down at your body, taking in the sight of your bare legs and your fluffy thighs that are just barely visible in the long t-shirt you’re wearing.

Your chest tightens as you pinch the bottom of your shirt, lifting the fabric little by little. It slides above your thighs, around the contours of your hips, revealing the panties you chose specifically for tonight. They’re silk, rose pink, with a lace trim and a delicate bow in the back and they’re the prettiest panties Jeongin’s ever seen simply because you’re wearing them. 

“Did I, uh, miss something?” Jeongin asks, frozen in the doorway.

Usually when he walks into the room you’re already under the covers waiting for cuddles he’s beyond eager to give you. Being met with this is something new entirely and he can’t help the way his heart races at the sight of it. You turn to find him staring at you wide eyed, shock painting his face. 

“Well, uh, I…” you stutter, fidgeting with the trim of your shirt, “I know you don’t really like sleeping with your clothes on and the weather’s really nice tonight so I thought, maybe, it’d be nice if we did that.” 

Jeongin closes the distance between you, his shock melting into concern. He brings an arm around your waist, stroking your side as he studies your expression.

“Baby, I already told you I’m cool with our clothes being on. I never want you to do anything you don’t want to.”

You rest your hand on his, soaking in the warmth of his touch. “It’s okay” you insist, immediately picking up on his skepticism. He doesn’t believe you for a second. You stare into his eyes, finding comfort in them even as they narrow in your direction. “I want you to see me, all of me, I don’t wanna be afraid anymore.”

“Afraid? Afraid of what? Did I…”

You cut him off before he can finish, refusing to let him believe for a second that there’s anything he did wrong. “No, Innie, you’re so good to me. It's just…I’m not the smallest girl. Feeling me is one thing but seeing me it’s…it’s…”

Your breath hitches at the sensation of Jeongin’s hands massaging your body. He smooths the plushness of your figure beneath his palms, stopping to squeeze your love handles, your belly, your thighs.

“Seeing you would be a gift” he whispers, his lips hovering near yours. “I’ve felt your body in the dark and I’m already addicted to how beautiful it is. If you take your clothes off or not, nothing will change. I promise.”

There’s no denying the rush that you get from being touched by him. You feel it every time, the impulse to let him tear your clothes off. The longing to feel his gaze dance over your naked body the way his hands do. Typically you fight it, your fears dulling your urges, but tonight you don’t. Instead you sweep him into a kiss laced with passion, guiding his hands to grip the fabric of your shirt. 

“Help me take it off, please” you beg, too cute to deny.

Jeongin nibbles at your bottom lip, “Only if you help me too.”

“Deal” you giggle as he steals your breath away, hungrily pulling you back into the kiss.

Your clothes are shed gently and slowly like the petals of a flower. One after the other, his and then yours. All the while Jeongin’s lips are drawn to yours like magnets. Every break he has to take is a small form of torture. You could kiss him every second of every day and it wouldn’t be enough. He needs to drown in it.

He can only bring himself to stop when he feels skin to skin contact. Your naked body’s pressed to his in the bright lighting of his room. He could see you if he wanted to, glance down and delight in the pleasure of something he’s only experienced in his imagination, but instead he focuses on your gorgeous face, his heart set on making sure this is what you really want.

“Can I look?” he asks, fingertips lightly trailing up and down your spine. 

You pause, pacing yourself for a decision you know you can’t turn back from, “It’s okay. You can look.” 

Time seems to stand still as Jeongin takes a step back and his gaze falls below your shoulders where your naked body awaits in all its vulnerability. His is the smooth, toned body that you already know it to be. You’ve caught glimpses of it here and there when he’s changed in front of you. And yours is beyond what he’d imagined during those long nights spent blindly exploring your form beneath the sheets.

At first he says nothing, does nothing. He only stares straight ahead, scanning you from head to toe. But just as the nervousness threatens to return he cracks a smile, his face lighting up, stars twinkling in his eyes.

“You’re beautiful.” He exhales the words as naturally as he breathes. 

You blush, a giggle escaping your lips, “Oh my gosh, stop it.”

“Stop it? How can I? Look at you.” 

Your self doubt wants to tell you that he’s lying—that these words you never imagined you’d hear couldn’t possibly be true—but you can’t deny the way Jeongin’s looking at you or the butterflies swarming your stomach. You try to bring your arms around yourself, a thoughtless attempt at hiding away again, but he grabs your hands, lacing his fingers between yours. 

“I mean it” he whispers, thumbs lightly grazing your skin, “Your body’s gorgeous and I feel lucky that you let me lay eyes on it. Thank you.” 

Your cheeks heat up and you dip your head down, too flustered by his words to maintain eye contact. Jeongin cups your cheek, tilting your head back up. He’s stubborn as always, refusing to let you escape his affection. 

“You think so too, don't you?” he asks, his lips floating back to yours. He almost kisses you, just almost, but lets his lips dance there, teasing you with their warmth. 

“Think what? I don’t…” you begin to speak but the feeling of his hands making contact with your belly steals away what was coming next. You let out the softest breath, bordering on a hushed moan. His touch always sets your soul on fire but this time there’s something different about it. Some new aspect of it that has your head all fuzzy and your knees going weak. 

“Think that I should feel lucky that I get to see you” he says, massaging the plush of your belly, “And grateful that I get to touch you.” 

He glides his palms down to your hips, taking indulgent handfuls of your curves as your body gives into his touch. Your fingertips run up his arm, feeling the ridges of his muscles as they flex with every breath. His body shivers, your quiet praise doing to him exactly what his does to you.

“You can’t say things like that, Innie.” 

“Why can’t I?”

“Because I might start believing it.”

Jeongin flashes you that dimpled smile, “Good. I want you to.” 

His lips collide with yours again and it feels like the whole room’s spinning because it is. He closes his arms around your waist, kissing you lovingly as he twirls you towards the bed. Before you know it your head’s resting on a pillow as your body sinks into the softness of the mattress. You can’t tell if it’s the mattress or the euphoria of Jeongin’s tongue tangled with yours but it’s like you’re floating on a cloud.

Jeongin kisses you like it’s the last time your lips will ever meet. His hands explore your body like they’re terrified to forget even the tiniest detail of what you feel like. The affection he pours into you is overwhelming yet you wouldn’t dare ask him to stop.

He saw you, everything about you, and the only place he ran to was your arms. You feel special, cherished in every way for exactly who you are. All your worries seem like nothing more than silly little things in the presence of his adoration. 

Finally breaking from the kiss, the necessity for air forcing your lips apart, Jeongin curls up beside you, keeping you in his arms as he slips a blanket over your naked bodies. You rest your head on his chest the same way you did on the couch, only now your mind isn’t wandering off somewhere far away. It’s right here with him, basking in the moment. 

“Promise not to hide from me anymore” he sighs, planting the sweetest kiss on your forehead. 

You relax into his arms, smiling as your heavy lids fall shut, “I promise.” 

You thought you’d feel more vulnerable lying beside him with your clothes in a pile on the floor but being like this with him is the safest you’ve ever felt, the most comfortable you’ve ever felt, in your own skin. Hide from him? And miss out on a feeling like this? Never again.

[ahappyphjl]

what’s the significance of Final Fantasy for them? I know they both love it but was it one of the things they first bonded over?

yeah they played a lot of FF when they first started hanging out and it became their thing. phil's first christmas present to dan was the tonberry plushie, which is a character from FF (and still on their shelf btw…. im so normal abt that…)

in 2009-2011 especially they both mentioned FF and the songs having a special meaning to them many times. like “interrupted by fireworks”, "tifa's theme", and "holding my thoughts in my heart" (brb crying just thinking abt this). phil used those songs in the vday video and you can find some videos of dan playing FF songs too! plus dan said this in a formspring answer:

after all these years they still play FF together and now we know that they literally have a framed picture in their forever home of them as catboys....

like it really is an incredibly special thing for them, and probably a pretty strong reminder of the times when they met, the beginning of dan & phil :’)