#can’t believe it’s only been a year

[rodeoromeo]

this week just about is my Beatles anniversary it was this time last year I went batshit insane about those guys (about George) and literally my life has never been the same I’m so glad that I’m here and that this journey has led me to you all mwah. here is a behind the scenes of me falling headfirst into this fandom

[hitwiththetmnt]

[1driedpersimmon]

EVERYONE SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY (OR NAMEDAY) TO MR. KAIIEN PEPPER YAYYYYYYY 🎉🎉🎉🥳🥳🥳🎊💕🎊🥳🎂🎂

[jimmyspades]

Omg a year ago today I was in the middle of rewatching The Blacklist and decided to go all in on the sexy bald guy… just a few weeks later I completed his entire filmography and this blog was born… happy Spader-versary to me 🫶

(And don’t worry these are all 5-star films for me now I just needed some time to appreciate them)

[crappycamille]

bakugou looks at all your past lovers—from long term boyfriends to the boy who asked you out as a dare when you were kids—and he laughs.

they’re all a bunch of jokes.

[knackeredforever]

Started watching some videos about how much of a failure concord is but I should probably stop now before I find a video that’s adamant the reason the game failed is because it’s “woke”

[apollos-boyfriend]

it’s officially been one year since the creation of adam!! everyone say happy birthday to the world’s specialest little boy <333

[queen-of-hawkins-why-ler]

Me on my way to neglect the novel I’ve been writing so that I can write the Byler cabin getaway fic that’s been in my head for the last eight months

[hanzajesthanza]

dandelion is indeed the worst but if he’s not present in the next book i would legitimately be sorrowful as the whole thing will become a slog . you basically cannot have the “short stories” era-of-the-timeline iteration of geralt without dandelion, it would be like eating unbuttered bread.

though it’s not like season of storms did them dirty, i wasn’t disappointed with it (… with regards to them), but since it’s literally been over 20 years since the saga was finished i’m trying to prepare for any potential reality

[angelnumber27]

It’s so embarrassing and heartbreaking being in so much pain over losing someone while knowing they don’t give a fuck if you live or die. Your favorite person becoming a stranger is a special kind of hell.

[stoneshipper]

Flowers in my hair, makes me wish that you were here.

Today is officially Gen and I’s first anniversary!! About a year ago today I started watching Dr.STONE… and it feels like everything has changed since. It’s become my ultimate obsession, and so many of my f/os have come from this show. Gen is so, so special to me. I adore him greatly, and thinking about him and daydreaming about him has gotten me through some hard times ♡ here’s to many more years in our future!!

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[bleue-flora]

Yo! Just noticed it’s the anniversary of when I finished my second fanfic Dreamcatcher, which is the work I actually started to lean into writing fanfiction (since my first work I really just wrote for myself before being encouraged to share it).

So, in honor of that, here is some of the original second nightmare which was actually written from Dream’s pov before I ended up changing it to Punz’s.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Referenced Torture, Blood, Death, Injuries, Profanity.

Dream is wet and panting, in a puddle of watery red flowing into an equally crimson pond to his side, where the non diluted liquid gets thicker.

There’s white fur stuck in it as the body of a dog, slashed to bits lies there next to him. Both sitting in the despairing silence of the box.

Tears form in the corners of his eyes and his vision gets blurry, but he doesn’t let them fall. He just exhales.

Why does everything die around him? Why does everything he dare to care a smidge about get taken from him?

As if to follow his thoughts, the white turns to black. The fluffy bloodied dog shifts into a cat that’s long since stopped breathing. Dream turns his head, and faintly smirks at the sight of the additional body sprawled out on the floor next to him.

He mutters to the corpse under his breath, rolling his eyes, “To be fair, you were being a bitch. Like don’t blame me, you know you d—deserved it… I mean I lasted like—how long before beating your head in? That’s pretty impressive—pretty fucking impressive, you know.”

Tommy’s body doesn’t respond, just stays there, unmoving and uncharacteristically quiet. His face swollen and bruised, not unlike the innocent cat he beat to death.

Then his body evaporates and Dream finds himself in a new room, accented with black walls and bedrock. It’s detail is perfectly ominous like he wanted.

He’s kneeling, unguarded by armor with an audience of people surrounding him. His heart beats rapidly threatening to burst out of his chest at the danger. But he ignores it.

Indignant, Tommy rips off the mask that always covers his face. Exposing his pale skin to the cool air and the venomously judging faces.

Despite the frustration at his denial of privacy, he doesn’t so much as dignify it with a flinch. It was expected. He was ready. He’s not about to show weakness in front of a crowd.

They are silent as the axe lands, and lands again before lady death finally embraces him.

They are silent as the sword finds its place in his chest and he falls to the ground, bleeding out into the cold stone beneath him.

It’s ok. He knew this would happen. It was expected, it was planned. He didn’t know they’d kill him twice, but it’s fine.

On one life, he makes his way back down with sharp pain running through his veins. Somehow it seems duller than the pain in the prison cell, though it can’t have been less excruciating.

Tommy once again stands above him savagely firing arrows away. As they pierce his flesh and bone, he searches the cold faces around him and listens intently, hoping to hear one sound of objection to his approaching final death.

Surely, someone will say something, right? Surely, someone will oppose his final death, right? Surely, they woundn’t let Tommy kill him off in cold blood. Would they?

But there’s nothing from them. Absolutely nothing. Standing there, dripping in blood, he feels his heart entirely disintegrate into nothing. Leaving only a hollow emptiness in its wake.

Then suddenly he’s freezing from more than just death and despondency. He’s surrounded by ice. Their pillars, tall and sharp, casting the land in a pointed terrain. Despite the bone chilling air and his frozen insides, he stands, planted to the ground, looking at a sign pinned to the glacier. The wood marking the death of his parrot that travelled so far only to die there.

A deep sigh is released from his lungs and the scene smears into broad strokes of colors. Until a well known bleak room encases him in lava and obsidian again.

Sitting there with nothing but the annoying sounds of the prison to keep him company, he wonders if he’s always destined to lose everything. Was it always going to end up like this? Was he always going to end up alone?

[sekaiijijou]

8/15.

(higher quality version here because tumblr hates me </3)

[twopoppies]

I mean, Gina, what even is he?

😅

https://x.com/94fearlover/status/1844073838629486925?s=46&t=HJNgJeyaKbaPu8DTunwOUA

I still can’t believe he stood there like that 🫣 and I can’t believe it’s been a year since we saw that horrendous tattoo. 😖 But good lord, his body is insane.

[yourinaudiblename]

ughhhh why is gender so hard to figure out. my body is like boom gender dsyorphia but won’t tell me noone about my identity

(I accidentally made an entire vent in the tags lmao)

[primordial0riginator]

I need to play more Hades <- girl who spent all of last night playing Hades