#catharsis sometimes

[winepresswrath]

the thing about saltburn is that i'm still recovering from how much i hated promising young woman. usually i don't get this mad at a movie but i've searched my feelings and the rage is still lurking beneath the surface.

[garliicgun]

this game breaks my heart…..! 💔

[animentality]

I know everyone wants stories with happy endings, and they all hate when the main characters die, and insist well what's the point of the story then, it didn't matter at all! they died!

but.

I don't know. do the stories of those who die at the end not matter at all?

because if that's the case, I have news about the stories told by everyone who has ever lived in this world.

we all die at the end. we are all doomed by the narrative.

but our stories still matter.

[process-analog]

the hollow knight has no mouth and they must cry suffering

[uriekukistan]

every time i see someone say toji wasn’t a deadbeat or that he was a good father bc he “loved megumi” a new bandage gets ripped off a childhood wound

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Not me genuinely in a dilemma of whether or not I should block someone just for one absolutely ASS take even though it literally won't make a difference from their POV

[luck-of-the-drawings]

smth smth about 'the thing that the character did that you thought was rly rly funny in the moment is actually linked to a terrible trauma that lies within said character.' or wahtever.

[carnation-damnation]

Without you

[beaconfeels]

@like-lazarus kindly tagged me in a “Messy Draft Monday” and even though I’ve been too stressed to be actively working on anything right now, I wanted to share something. So have a little bit of one of the random steter stories floating around in my brain:

Peter finishes loading the last bag into his car and leans against the trunk for a minute. Overall, he feels satisfied. His revenge is complete, plus he’s an alpha, which is a nice little perk.

It’s a little galling to have to leave the Hale territory instead of ruling it, but if he stays here his nephew and that merry little band of budding psychopaths will kill him eventually. He’s lucky, but he’s not that lucky.

The sound of rapidly approaching footsteps catches his ear first, then a quick heartbeat. He knows that heartbeat. He memorized that heartbeat one night that seems so long ago, but really wasn’t that long ago at all.

He turns around.

“Stiles,” he says, low, dangerous. Because he likes Stiles, but Stiles is most likely to come up with a murder plot that will actually work, so he’s not to be trifled with.

The boy pulls up short, staying well back from Peter. He’s breathing hard, and those pretty pink lips are parted, his cheeks flushed. He really is very lovely, Peter thinks.

Stiles has a large duffle bag weighing down one shoulder, his grip on it white-knuckled. “Take me with you,” he says.

Peter blinks. He thought he was beyond being surprised.

“You want me, right?” Stiles goes on. “You wanted to turn me. I can’t let you bite me, but I can be pack. Just take me with you. Let me stay with you and I’ll be pack. I’ll cook too, and clean.”

“Can’t let me bite you?” Peter asks. It’s not the only question he has, but it’s the one that sticks out the most in what Stiles has just laid on him.

“I don’t think so. Maybe? But right now it’s a no.” He bites his lip, taps his fingers on his leg. “Yeah. Definitely a no right now. Maybe forever. But humans can be pack, right?”

Peter doesn’t know why he’s even still standing here. Of course he’s not going to take Stiles with him. “You don’t even know where I’m going,” he says instead of what he should be saying, which is obviously no. It’s definitely not happening.

“I don’t fucking care,” Stiles says, and he sounds suddenly weary. “As long as it’s not here, I’m cool.”

Peter tilts his head. Stiles is such a mix of scents it’s always been hard to get a read on him, but Peter has noticed the anguish that radiates off the boy in waves. It’s a layer that runs under everything else— a steady, overwhelming sadness. “And what would your father have to say about that?” He still doesn’t know why he’s even engaging in it, why he’s giving the boy any hope.

Stiles snorts. “I left him a note that he’ll find whenever he finally realizes I’m gone. He won’t come after me.” He looks down and to the side, his hand clenching into a fist.

“Listen,” Stiles says, and he raises those big brown eyes to look right at Peter, “I can’t stay here anymore. Please. Just please, take me with you. I know I can’t promise not to be any trouble, you’d never believe that, but I can be useful. I can be good for you. I can be pack.”

He’s desperate, and that shouldn’t matter. If it were anyone else it wouldn’t matter, but this is Stiles. Stiles is unusual. He’s interesting. Now that he’s had his revenge, Peter is at a bit of a loose end. Not without plans, never without plans, but the future already looks a little boring. Stiles is many things, but boring isn’t one of them.

Plus, Stiles is the Sheriff’s son, and absconding with the son of the sheriff sounds like a delightfully mischievous, if misguided, end to his run in Beacon Hills. “Alright, you can come along.”

[druidshollow]

im so fucking sad and tired but atleast the robots are hot........

[odysseys-blood]

im gonna eternally be tickled by learning papamon was like "dont do all that cussing in front of my child" and as soon as bimet had the chance bc there were no kids around and he was gunning to die anyways he let ALLLLL that shit out

[20dimensionsoftangerine]

The main reason Adaine is so compelling to fic writers is usually you need to send your blorbos on a 100k+ quest to give them a good and proper breakdown

Adaine you can just... Poke with a stick. And now she's crying

[smalltimidbean]

Hey Bean, you got a little- A little something- Right there- Yeah

[rainecreatesstuff]

mr fitmc thank you so much for going yea fuck it my cubito is GAY gay.

[lemony-snickers]

x reader fiction can be so healing, actually.

[silverskye13]

HI! So i just recently read Redstone and Sculk and I've been asking myself something.

If Zeds Hels would still be alive, how would he and Tangunish interact? Would they actually be friends?

I think they would find a lot of camaraderie in each other, and I think they could be friends, but I don't necessarily think it would be a healthy friendship.

Where I had placed hels!Zed in his character arc, Tanguish would have found him when he was flagging, very close to returning to the universe. He was still someone who enjoyed his gadgets, and enjoyed making new things, but he was also someone depressed and worried and dealing with his own mortality. I think he and Tanguish would have a bad cycle of feeding off of each other's anxieties, and I think despite Tanguish's people pleasing nature, he wouldn't have been strong enough to break the spirals. At that point in his development, he was more concerned with his own goals and comfort to make actionable change in someone. He changed Helsknight for the gentler, only because his reactions to Helsknight's behavior struck a chord with Helsknight's sense of honor. Tanguish was also, at that time in the story, dealing with his own existential fears about losing people, and he wasn't coping too terribly well.

So you have one character who is depressed and worried about dying, and who sees no real way out. And you have one character who is depressed and worried about death, who sees no way of fixing a problem that he is now realizing will be a regular part of his life. They could offer small comfort for each other in little things, and little things can do a lot, but I don't think they would have done well together over all. A lot of Sad Boys Hours.