#did i post this already

[jame7t]

[adhdzagreus]

[dragmedownthefandom]

[vidalinav]

I really like the thought of Cassian often being surprised that Nesta’s his mate. That he’s allowed to love her and hold her and kiss her and do all of the things he’s been wanting to do for a while. Like holding her hand as they walk through the streets, getting her presents, spending time with her and having casual conversations. Like if Nesta’s cold, he gets to bring her blankets. If she’s hungry, he gets to get her food. He gets to kiss her on the cheek, and the forehead, and the top of her head where he can smell her lavender shampoo. Like this man has just been waiting to be attentive and I can’t really imagine him not being like downright clingy. 

[techutones]

[heartshapedhackjob]

[widowshill]

[underpayedwalmartemployee]

dont know what to post so here's an iroha i did a little while back

[g00]

Twins ….

[lowcallyfruity]

She/they/ella has got to be the most fire pronouns ever…. It just rolls off the tongue so nicely to me… smooth as hell….. hell yeah

[myaimiztrue]

why is it called saw 3d when it's not the first saw movie in 3d

[kirfluffbon]

im at merry magoland n my butts 2 big 2 fit in da seats on ride. ahhhhhh (dats me yellin)

[garglyswoof]

tagged by @carry-the-sky at some point, and recently by @evilbunnyking and @ejunkiet for wip idk some particular day, here is a snippet that i just reread of a kastle fic still kinda chilling and waiting for my head to be back in the right spot.

She knows Ben’s death is hers to own, despite Foggy’s furious arguments to the contrary. When she’d admitted it to him over a bottle of Josie’s best and another bar’s worst, his objections had been manipulative in that sneakily charming way of his. “If Ben’s your fault, then Mrs. Cardenas is mine!” She would understand in the moment, fierce denial and love blooming in her heart, until those mornings when the weak light of dawn found her sleepless and trapped in her own head. It’s different, she thinks, Ben's different, and flips up her laptop to schedule another training session.

That’s how she fights it, over and over. Because guilt is a weight that can’t be carried, merely dragged along behind. She takes classes in aikido, judo, karate, changing up the sessions, taking notes and finding the moves that suit her best, that ease into muscle memory. She studies texts, some from the library - Nietsche and Sun Tzu, an old Marine’s handbook she picked up at an estate sale, info from seedy internet sites she funnels through multiple VPNs. Techniques of coercion, of battle, of the psychology of man. All devoured in those early morning hours like she’s studying under a deadline.

tagging @not-a-regular-mom bc she needs to get her 100k fic out into the world, ok?

[diino8081]

ngl q!slimecicle is so musical coded

[computerexploder]