#can be platonic or anything idk

[wuucchoo]

fushikugi ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀)

[dykedvonte]

Honestly a sorry from Curly would mean nothing to Anya.

I’m not saying she wouldn’t want to hear it, it’s a hollow vindication. She told him and he couldn’t hear her. He saw it and he couldn’t understand it. They both experienced it and he should apologize that it took that for him to get it. She already knows he’s sorry but what’s the point if neither of them can do anything about it? It’s earnest but at the same time what she wants an apology for is what Curlu can’t apologize for.

He can’t be sorry for what happened to her even if he is. Even if he carries that guilt with him until the day he dies it’s not all his to bare. The most heinous parts aren’t his weight even if he tries to balance it. A part of her bitterness is the fact he can’t be sorry for it all. She can’t just direct it all towards him even if she wants to. She was failed in so many ways by all of them. It hurts with him the most cause he had the power but they all did nothing in the grand scheme of things.

The one person who should apologize would never and could never, it’s not something you can be sorry for. She wants an apology, she needs one but what would it fix?

[obbystars]

Megatronus: I’m telling you this right now. If you die, then I die, alright?

Orion Pax: ?????

Megatronus: So you can’t fucking die cause if you die I- *tearing up* I’m gonna-

Megatronus and Orion: *sobbing*

[northerngoshawk]

"this character should be with that character!" "no that character should be with this character!" i have an idea, how about we make every character aroace and platonic besties with each other

[the-moonprophet]

remember when Killua said “Gon, you are light,” and the fandom turned it into a Light x Dark trope thing where Gon was light and Killua was darkness?

i always felt like that was off so allow me to raise you this: if Gon is light, Killua is a moth

[lanzhans]

makorra is such a fascinating dynamic to me bc i think i land in the tiny population of people who think u can actually be friends with someone u loved romantically

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

when I want to write something self indulgent to give me all the angsty and cuddly hurt/comfort feels but I can't because I end up feeling guilty because I'm seeking after feels that I feel in an inappropriate place because my mom told me one time when I was 15 that I shouldn't search that out or it's probably sexual sin but it confuses me because ALL the feels happen that way for me even if it's entirely platonic and nonsexual and so I don't know if it's okay to want to write to that because apparently all pleasure of any sort, even over platonic stories, is sexual or comes with a possibly probably sexual feeling and I also am having a hard time figuring out what's genuine conviction from God and what's just my anxiety/OCD/perfectionism/fear of failure

[twinksintrees]

“Hey, Akutagawa?”

“Yes, Jinko?”

“Can I ask you a question?”

Akutagawa let out a huff. “If you must,” he replied.

Atsushi looked at him carefully, playing with the end of his fingerless gloves. “Why do you still keep that coat? Doesn’t it remind you of Dazai?”

“No,” he said simply. “Not anymore.”

Atsushi tilted his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve…had this so long it would be harder to get rid of. Even to replace it with something not from him would be…too difficult.” Akutagawa explained. “This coat is no longer his. It is my own. It’s held me through hard days and long nights more than anyone else has.”

“Okay,” Atsushi blinked. “I think I get it.”

“Is that answer to your satisfaction?”

“Yeah,” Atsushi shrugged lightheartedly. “Thank you.”

“Whatever, weretiger.”

Atsushi gave him a playful shove before they settled into a comfortable silence.

[rainyrambles-overcod]

Posted something like this on the last blog but,,

maybe a reader who works as an analyst or some kind of intelligence/surveillance for the cia under one Kate Laswell, who gets assigned to the 141 to go and work under her once more.

Whom, HOWEVER, despite being a bit of a computer geek/one smart individual,

is very much not afraid to absolutely fuck a bitch up you do work for Laswell for a reason, y’know-

We need more feral/fuck a bitch up readers out there, y’all ✊😪

[sylphwing]

hm. i do not like chilshi 🤔

[infizero]

listen i was guilty of this once upon a time too but dawg ppl GOTTA stop calling any platonic dynamic they like “siblings” without any precedence 

[aa-400]

tag game!!!

its been a Hot™ while since ive seen one of these whew

rules: tag nine (9) people you want to know better and/or catch up with, then answer these questions below!

tagged by @keepthemacramesecret hell yeah thank u arthur!!!

four ships: these are just current faves because four is such a tiny number gfghgf

arthur/john (malevolent) (to the surprise of no one lmao) wrightworth (ace attorney) lord arum/damien/rilla (the penumbra podcast) kojiro/kaoru (sk8 the infinity)

last song: flowers by miley cyrus (dont judge me its catchy!! also idc that its some post-breakup single life empowerment anthem im choosing to view it through aroace lenses)

currently reading: i have a bunch of audiobooks i rotate as bedtime listening but uhhh the king in yellow by robert w chambers, the farthest shore by ursula k le guin, and the first welcome to night vale novel by joseph fink and jeffrey cranor. also i really need to finish jonny sims' thirteen storeys, its so good but im so bad at sitting down with a physical book these days

last movie: i uhhhh cant remember? mightve been klaus which i watched in december before christmas. i dont watch movies much lmao.

craving: nothing at the moment!

tagging: @curiousrei @lintunen @nurmilintu @ceruleanmusings @ft-the-stars @safitheartist @monoshiki @ohnebulae @quietalight

[the-sparkling-diamond-satine]

if you title this you could post the first few chapters already!!! (for the wip ask game lol)

WIP Ask Game! tw: abuse implied

But Christian isn’t looking at her face. His gaze is currently fixed on Satine’s wrist where—Satine notices as if in slow motion and with a lurch of her stomach—the sleeve of her coat has ridden up and a nasty purple bruise is on full display. Unable to adjust her sleeve with her hands full of coffee cups, Satine rotates her arm but it’s too late; the damage has been done. “Are you alright?” Christian asks, reaching for her arm. His touch is as warm as Satine remembers but she flinches back from it as if it’s scalding hot. “I’m fine.” “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” Christian asks, searching her eyes. “Not at all,” Satine hastens to reassure him, realizing too late that she probably should have taken that excuse when it was offered to her, that flinching away from something that didn't hurt is suspicious while flinching away from something that did is reasonable. “Nothing to worry about,” Satine tries next, “just one of the hazards of live theatre. The show has a lot of lifts and I bruise easily. You’ll see tonight—the dancing is incredible,” Satine says, trying to get him back on topic of opening night.

[adrianlikesdinos]

yes i am absolutely obsessed with them loving eachother tenderly and fucking nasty, and yes, i will refer to them a best friends and gush about how much "i just love their dynamic" to my less fandomy online friend just to be able to talk about THEM at any possible moment.

[solstheimtxt]

*trips and falls and all my wips fall out*