#damn. i made myself cry

[dreamlandcreations]

Imagine finding Sauron after the defeat of Morgoth...

Imagine finding Sauron after the defeat of Morgoth and somehow becoming his guiding light, only for him to realise that it will eventually doom you to darkness...

He didn't notice the change in you for centuries but as he finally started to feel like he was truly free from the suffocating darkness clouding his mind he began to see the scales of this odd balance tipping between you.

He tried to find a solution, reverse it, stay away from you... but nothing worked. Desperate, and consumed by fear, he begged the Valar for help. He thought if the plea is for your sake not his own at least one of them would answer, he was sure if no one else then Nienna would take pity. He was wrong.

The Valar did not come, someone else answered.

Eru led him to understand, for who else could but the one who coveted order above all other creatures of his.

The darkness of Morgoth remains in Arda until the world is remade. To defeat the source of darkness and corruption, men above all else have to overcome true evil in this world, for they can make a path of their own unlike any other before. For this, theirs is the Gift of Death.

The unimaginably difficult part to accept is that darkness needs a host that men and the other races can fight and defeat.

Knowing he would never let you go through that, Sauron grieves the loss of you before he can properly accept his fate, only asking that you shouldn't have to witness what he'll become. Eru grants his wish and departs with you, and with a heavy heart he waits for the day he can see you two reunite in the light.

[fastianini]

M. Márquez & Honda—Something in the Orange

Marc Màrquez and Honda ended their 11 year long journey of incredible highs and inevitable lows, having won 6 premiere class world-championships, 5 triple crowns, 59 victories, 101 podiums and 64 poles together.

The end of an era has come. 🤍

[note: edit from november 2023 | cleaning out drafts]

[thunder-point]

Phumpeem au

hello have we all considered any kind of phumpeem soulmates au because, of course, i think the "once i become of age, everything i scribble on my skin appears on my soulmate's body as well" trope fits them so well.

just imagine: they become of age the same year, but phum is first. and for those months that separates them, peem is helplessly hit with little messages that make him want to rip his hair out, blow after blow. because the first time his soulmate writes to him, it's on his palm. letters small, unsure and so wobbly peem can barely make out the words. but he does. he does and he can't breathe for a few minutes after.

it reads "find me whenever you want, but please just like me. like me like me like me" his soulmate doesn't write often. but when they do, it's not 'hello', it's not 'i guess you're still not of age yet because you're not responding', it's not 'what's your name' or 'tell me things about yourself'

it's just every heart-wrecking piece of vocabulary ever created.

it's 'it hurts. i hope i'm the only one hurting so often. please take care of yourself'

it's 'i hope someone told you you're loved today. you deserve it. you deserve it even when i feel like i don't. even if we share this same soul.'

it's 'i'm sorry for hurting you. i feel like i'm hurting you sometimes. i just want to talk to you but i don't know how.'

it's 'are you reading me? can you see me? sometimes i feel like not many people can see me on this earth.'

it's 'i hope you like hugs. i hope you'll hug me until i can't breathe. please. please.'

and mostly it's just 'please like me. please don't find me lacking. not you.'

his soulmate writes them at the darkest of hours, and they're always wobbly, always without steady contour. and peem has understood from the first ever message that the ache in his gut is not his. not really. it's his soulmate's. it's the half that seems to tremble every time they seeks peem so ruthlessly.

when he becomes of age. he doesn't know what to do. his soulmate hasn't said a thing in two weeks. no more shattering messages that are whispered on peem's skin like a plead. peem can't find words to answer to everything ever revealed to him. to a pain he can't understand but can feel.

so he draws. he only draws. the first ever doodle he paints on his skin is a chibi version of himself hugging a shaded figure tightly to his chest. right in the center of his palm, where his soulmate chose to begin everything.

hours later, when he looks down at his palm, he stars quivering from within. because the paint is smeared. but it's not because of sweat. it has droplets peppered all over, as if someone cried over it freely. not peem's tears.

right under it, the same wobbly writing appears 'you are so talented. I'm sorry for ruining it. please don't stop.'

peem's tears join right after. q finds him sobbing into his elbow in a corner of their art classroom.

he never stops. he never fucking stops. he draws everyday. every morning, even if he's late for his first year of university, he opens his paints and doodles the most trivial of things on his palm, always in the middle of his palm. he mostly doodles himself, because he wants his soulmate to know him more and more. he doodles himself drinking coffee, because he loves coffee. he draws himself painting. draws himself bickering with q's chibi version, the bubbly letters 'this is my annoying best friend, you'll like him. he's the most caring person I've ever met.' right above it. he doodles peem's friend's sleeping on top of each other on his bed, and writes 'i hope you'll join the pile one day.'

he doodles the cats he sees on the streets 'i like them. what animals do you like?' he doodles characters from his favorite shows and books and bands. his soulmate answers them all hesitantly, after hours. like he doesn't know if he should, if he can.

but he never stops saying 'pretty.', 'talented.' never stops scribbling little, trembling 'thank yous' around peem's drawings.

most of all, peem just draws himself hugging the vague figure of his soulmate. because he likes hugs, he adores hugs and he'll give his soulmate hugs in every shape and form.

then one day, peem draws an annoyed version of his chibi's face, along with the words 'i met the most annoying person today.'

he didn't think much of phum at first. phum is annoying and cocky and nothing like his soulmate's meek writing, the ache that follows it. he and his deal get on peem's nerves. but also he seems like he can't escape phum. he can't stop seeing layers and layers of the guy. can't stop his initial annoyance from dissolving, watering down.

one time, he scoffs, mostly as a joke, as a taunt. 'i bet your other half is as much a handful as you are.'

but phum didn't rise to the bait, like he always does. his whole face mellowed, instead, voice the shiest it's ever been as he curls his palm to his chest and whispers, 'my soulmate is the most gentle soul I've ever met, even if he's my half.'

and peem is. he's shattered. mouth dry and shocked and strangely shattered. because what do you mean even if he's my half, what do you mean phum's so besotted it drips off his face like liquid paint.

weeks pass, time goes by and peem finds himself hurting for more reasons than one. because he's starting to yearn differently than before. because he feels no longer halved, but pulled in three different directions. he still draws for his soulmate daily, still feels warmth right in the middle of his chest when he receives his soulmate's words, no long so full of desolation, but mostly reactions to peem's doodles.

but there's a heat that engulfs him whenever phum is around. consuming and maddening and most of all, confusing. peem should not feel like this for someone who doesn't have the right to leave ink on his skin. he shouldn't. he should stop his heart from beating so desperately. he shouldn't because the first words his soulmate ever said were 'please like me like me like me' and peem can't go and break that unspoken promise of liking his other half until they both fade away.

yet his feelings are growing and glaring, and he finds himself grasping at delusions that do him no good.

peem finds himself trying to sneak looks at phum's palms, just for a glance, for an ounce of hope that perhaps the yearning is not so unfounded. that phum's moments of undiluted softness, so unexpected but somewhat familiar, are a sign from fate for peem to look, search, discover.

it's ridiculously hard to look at this man's palms, and that shouldn't give him such expectations but it does. because phum wears oversized stuff like he has something to hide beneath his sleeves. he keeps his hands curled nearly all the time, like he's protecting something.

[to be continued]

YEA WELL. I'm writing this one for ao3 so I'll stop here because it's already a very long post of me rambling. Many questions to be answered. Does Phum know before Peem does? For how long? How does Peem find out? Hmm.

[verycharismaticdragon]

Last stretch! Vote Binghe!

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>> hybrid battle finals

[committingcrimes-2047]

PLEASE HELP ME

ATTENTION VANDER X READER FANFIC WRITERS!!!

I need to have reader save vander. I need reader to save the day what remains of their family- and then them leaving Piltover together on a ship and never coming back, and yes Vi brings her girlfriend along too I dont care

(The ship thing totally doesnt come from my oc being a pirate or anything- pirates are cool as shit let me live)

[raptureshots]

All you need to know is that its HIS DAY!!!!!!!!

+ uhhh. Yaoi ? idunno

[madeofloveandpeace]

"In Eden I could live happily with him and the girls." PARADISE TRIGUN 98

[baddest-batchers]

On The Floor of Eriadu

listen to this while your read

Falling, falling, falling.

All noise goes silent except for the sound of his ragged breathing.

They are safe, safe from the Empire’s claws and snarling.

He feels weightless as the seconds bring him closer to his inevitable end.

Breathe in, breathe out. There would be nothing left for them to mend.

There was no time for goodbyes, only a split second decision to be made.

He would say them now before his light would begin to fade.

Goodbye, Wrecker, do not blame yourself.

Goodbye, Echo, carry on for me and for them.

Goodbye, Hunter, your strength will pull them through.

Goodbye, Crosshair, I am sorry that I could not save you.

And finally, goodbye, Omega. I will always be watching over you.

On the floor of Eriadu, lies a soldier put much too soon to rest.

On the floor of Eriadu, in ruins is scattered what could have been a preventable mess.

On the floor of Eriadu, a brother is buried under broken branches afresh.

On the floor of Eriadu, remains a man who gave his family his very best.

[nebulaedaniel]

why is when the day met the night by p!atd soooO. them.

[butchkaramazov]

mother dressed me up to go to a party & i'm trying not to break down bc of dysphoria

[hunsa-jars]

Dread be dreading

[pastelpousay]

This is sort of another rant I think my friends hate me 💀 and this Hadina ship is lowk ruining my life but it’s like the only thing bringing me joy 💀

This is literally me being upset about something stupid that happened earlier 💀I love my friends but sometimes I’m so sick of them. Like okay story time 😽

So a while ago I went over to my friends house and we started talking about my self ship for whatever reason 💀😭 for background my friend is pagan and he believes in Greek mythology and I literally exspressed to him a moment before this that I had been feeling bad about talking about it so much since Hercules isn’t myth accurate but like girl 💀 ain’t no one care I’m sorry it’s a Disney cartoon bruh😭 get over it. and HE LITERALLY SAID HE DIDNT HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IT LIKE BRO SO TELL MY WHY NOT EVEN A MINUTE LATER HES ASKING ME ABOUT WHERE PERSEPHONE IS IN THE LORE OF MY HADINA STORY 💀I love pershades Like Persephone x Hades for life!!! I don’t have a problem with other hades ships at all like I love seeing it 💗. But Like I already feel guilty for liking the movie and about not being able to add Seph to my story but like I’m sorry 😭 this isn’t about her😭😭like wym girly ain’t here-

AND LITERALLY YESTERDAY THIS MF 💀 I LITERALLY POSTED A PICTURE OF MY ART IN OUT DISC SERVER OF RINA ANGST AND LITERALLY HE DIDNT EVEN THINK TO COMPLIMENT MY WORK FIRST AND IMMEDIATELY SAID SOMETHING ABOUT PERSEPHONE 😭 I HATE LIARS NIGGA YOU KEEP SAYING YOU LIKE MY STORY AND MY OCS BUT NO YOU DONT WHY ARE TOU A LIAR. Like I get it’s your religion but let me have my fun and I’ve been talking about this with my bestie and she literally said he needs to get over it it’s literally a disney cartoon 💀😭😭 I CANNOT ITS KILLING ME BRUH LEAV ME ALONE LIKE I GET HE DOESNT MEAN ANYTHING BAD BY IT BUT STILL LIKE IT HIRT MY FEELINGS CUZ WHY DID YOU LIE 😭😭😭😭 LIKE GIRL IM NOT GONNA KILL YOU TF-

okay that’s it I’m done I just had to share this even tho I’ve been talking about it for literal hours but it still pissed me tf off💀😭 btw sorry if this comes off as insensitive I mean every word of what I meant about the I don’t care if you ship hades with others, the ships are cute I love em!! 💗 but can this mf at the bare minimum accept my happiness like girl you want me to kms?? 💀

[uttotheegg]

its so weird feeling that in a couple months ill be a man. How ill be a trans man instead of a trans boy. even then ive never called myself a boy. Its always “guy” this, and “dude” that. Because boy feels too much like something someone else has to call me. They have to say it first for me to say it for myself.

And because when i think boy, i think of tousled hair and a running body. Swim trunks and toy cars and all the little boy things boys do. And im not that and i havent had that, and its too late to have that.

But how can i be a man without being a boy first?

[madamescarlette]

And if I tell you The Fall Guy is kind of the perfect film, what then??

[a-partofthemob]

i want to re-read one of the most painful tear-jerking pillow throwing bathroom screaming terumob au fic i have bookmarked but i Know that im not mentally prepared to reread it

its the sword of damocles

[elegyofthemoon]

well. i finished ch 17 of hi3. but at what cost