#ft. amanda

[kuragesoda]

*busts through your walls* hi can i talk to you about my golden retriever bf jiro agenda

+bonus under the cut :DD

[movlit]

maybe I am a little bit obsessed with Wren Martin ruins it all that I even made this venn diagram but I swear it's such a cute read I can't 💖

[soul-wanderer]

15x03/American Tragedy

[metalandmagi]

Dear authors,

You don't need to throw a bunch of side characters into your book and claim that it's "found family" if none of those side characters are fleshed out enough to justify being in the story. Adding a squad isn't going to automatically make your characters The Raven Boys or Six of Crows.

Sincerely,

Someone who has a bad memory and is tired of trying to keep track of characters who don't do anything.

[yaboirezzy]

Gonna tell my nephews and nieces this was Gremlins (1984):

the crossover nobody asked and needed, but I made an rgb team content anyway

[4lch3m1st]

I’m writing a long-form fic about Adam surviving the bathroom trap and dealing with trauma and memories and Jigsaw. I’m super proud of it <3

[medievalatrocities]

post aood headcanons go!

(especially finley ones because i want to sob. i want to feel pain. make me eat dry wall i cannot stop thinking about my poor boy post aood)

okokok here we go (i havent read the books in a bit so)

ye hath asked for fin and ye shall receive :) pain time lmao

some time after the funeral, finley goes to clear out briony's belongings from the estate cause the thorburns sure as hell aren't gonna. turns out innes has the same idea. the slightly awkward silence turns into bonding timeTM. they both start exchanging all types of stories about briony, mostly mundane ones that leave them on the verge of a breakdown by the end. they will heal. sometime. someday.

on briony's birthday, fin, innes, and isobel always try to meet up cause its what briony would have wanted, right? the three people she loved the most coming together? yeah i think so

finley never forgives alistair, atleast not fully. he tries to, he really does try to, (its what she would have wanted of course) but how could he? someone could have stopped her, he should have stopped her why didn't they stop her the important thing is that he tries though

in a way, he still does blame her, for leaving them with the task of picking up the broken pieces and for leaving him with all the promises and dreams they cant act on now. but he cant blame her, no he can't because she's dead and hes alive and it wasnt supposed to end like this and everything is so so wrong

the only thing that gives him a bit of comfort is that she got what she wanted in the end. immortalized as a hero, looked up to and adored by thousands, fighting and dying for a valiant cause. (it's not like he can ask her if thats what she wants. its not like he can ask her anything now)

well thats enough of my rambling lmao. this is all just finley and me being sad. :')

im gonna go stare at the wall now bye

[andithil]

[remember-ur-alive]

CHAT I MISS MY S^W YA0I

[petaurodelazucar]

starter call.

Noche tranquila en emergencias. Decirlo en voz alta o siquiera reconocerlo dentro de un hospital tiene sus riesgos, pero Amanda no puede ignorar esta sensación que carga de «calma antes de la tormenta». Está ahí, muy presente mientras termina su segunda taza de café; está ahí cuando regresa a su turno y recibe la ficha médica de su siguiente paciente. Y cobra sentido, vaya que sí, cuando abre la cortina del box número seis—tras cometer el error de no leer el nombre de dicho paciente de antemano—y reconoce la figura pálida y de ojos gentiles que le espera allí. “Oh.” ⟋ @saficv

[formulaonedirection]

NADIA LANDO NAMED DANIEL AS AN ANIMAL THAT GROWLS AND HE DID IT FOR YOU

HELP OMG SJDHFKJSADHLAS I HAVEN'T SEEN THE VIDEO WAIT WORLD STOP I NEED TO GO AND WATCH

[xaviermattthews]

for: @cheyxjohnson

where: third dimension records, LA

After an unpleasant meeting with his A&R -- neither he nor Xavier could meet in the middle when it came to his band's second album's sound -- Xavier was quick to take himself and his foul mood out of the building before he was offered another fucking Fiji water.

( Most days he's grateful to be sober, days like this? He'd kill for a scotch. )

He sidestepped the eager temp who was making a beeline for him, giving her no chance to chase after him as he called out to whoever it was that was in the elevator he was a few paces away from to hold it for him.

Given that he had to physically prevent the door from shutting with his hand, it seemed that he either wasn't heard or was and was ignored. He assumed it was the latter.

"Fuck you too, motherfucker." It was only when all six foot five of him was in the confined space did he realise just who he was in there with. "No fucking way."

[circus-of-freaks]

currently fighting for my life looking for a dream daddy fic pls send help

[unproduciblesmackdown]

some pics from xmas xcavation efforts ft. will behind the scenes / in rehearsal / discussing how to decorate the venue

[luckylewis]

closed for: @cheyxjohnson

where: nearish the fountain, twenty minutes before the countdown

WIth some quick footedness, Lucky had managed to successfully avoid a run in with his younger sister. He loved Lori wholeheartedly, but he needed forewarning before he hung out with her to mentally ready himself and to brace for impact should their conversations go sideways as they tended to do.

If he could find the root cause for what had gone so awry between the pair of them, he would have done whatever he could to mend it, but that was a can of worms kept firmly closed for the sake of not upending his whole night.

If that meant he had to semi-conceal his presence behind a fountain, so be it. He could feel his stress levels spike at the sight of blonde in his peripheral, because it would be his exact luck that in trying to avoid someone who shared his last name with it would draw them right to him.

He turned his head fully and exhales a relief sigh at who it actually was.

"Chey, psst." Instant regret, milliseconds after it left his mouth. He reaches for the flask he had been carrying with him in his jeans pocket, the contents pure vodka and instant reprieve from whatever moment was deemed the right one to untwist the top.

"Wanna hang?" He holds the black and silver flask up to her, giving it an enticing shake like it might cinch the deal. "And watch these lights degenerate style?"

[margaritadaemonelix]

a proof of concept of something i’ve been stewing over since approximately december 3rd 2021