#god i miss therapy

[semiotomatics]

realizing as i think abt the concert im going to tomorrow/today that i havent gone outside in almost a month. oops!

[walkerrenee]

sometimes i randomly remember how insane maggie stiefvater was for making ronan lynch—a man that can create reality—a man of god, when he himself is a god of a man. then to take this man and have him be not only in love with, but a literal soulmate of a man named adam. parrish. adam parrish. who, mind you, lives above ronan's very own place of worship. and is the namesake of the first of mankind that the bible says god made from the literal dust of the ground (adam parrish: comes from nothing, hair "dusty" in color) and appoints him to care for the garden of eden (adam parrish: sacrifices himself to ronan's sentient forest). then has adam viewing ronan as a god and ronan saying "maybe he dreamt (created)" adam???? like who just fucking writes that and goes about their life?

[vakariansmonocle]

"i don't understand how they think we're slamming the door" says people who aren't on the other side of the wall when said door gets slammed and I can HEAR it bounce and feel it shake the fucking wall as they slam said door. every. single. day.

[seldompathic]

If bro smiles through tears in episode 1 of S3 I'm gonna fold like a lawn chair

[liahleeh]

Passa tempo, passa tempo... E chegou novamente agosto. O mês difícil. Não, não é nenhum tipo de superstição. É apenas um mês difícil. Triste. É difícil ver a todo momento a palavra pai estampada em cada canto. Em cada comercial, propaganda, anúncios de lojas. É difícil ficar olhando sempre sugestões de presentes. É triste ver este dia chegar, e com ele a saudade. A saudade existe sempre, mas neste mês ela vem com mais intensidade, mais força. Se eu soubesse que aquele seria o último dia que te vi, teria te abraçado com tanta força. Se soubesse que seria a última vez que ouviria sua voz, te pediria para ouvir um último eu te amo. Nenhum abraço, nenhuma palavra de amor jamais terá o mesmo valor. Eu daria tudo para ter seu amor de pai. Para ser amada por um pai. Ter o privilégio deste amor. Você dizia que eu era sua princesinha. E que saudade de me sentir uma princesa, de ser tratada como uma princesa! Nenhum homem no mundo jamais amará uma mulher como um pai ama sua filha. Nenhum é capaz de cuidar, de admirar, de valorizar, como um pai. E é por isso que minha vontade é gritar bem alto para todos que têm a sorte de ter um pai, para que não só neste dia, mas em todos, os valorize, os ame, os abrace, beije, e aproveite cada instante junto deles. Muita saudade. Muita falta!!! ❤️‍🩹🖤💔❤️‍🩹🖤💔

[lloydfrontera]

i don't buy that lloyd would get over his fear of the restoration of fate that quickly. he was doomed by the narrative for years and now he's supposed to shake it off in less than two weeks? absolutely not, he literally tried to kill himself in order to avoid it, ain't no fucking way he just stopped being scared about it in a couple days i don't believe it

anyway. this is my way of saying that lloyd refused to cross dimensions until he made javier swear that he would kill him with his own hands if there was even a hint of the restoration of fate starting up again. he wouldn't consider going back if it meant putting his family and home in danger again even if it meant being left behind in a place he would've rather died than stay at.

and they both know that javier would fall on his own sword before hurting lloyd but they also know lloyd would take his own life before allowing him to do that or to let his existence put his loved ones in danger again. they know lloyd doesn't really need javier to kill himself, not if he's really committed to it. he's done it before it after all.

him asking javier this is. a warning. of what he's planning to do if the restoration of fate starts again. it's his way of telling javier that he cannot promise things will be okay if he comes back. that he must be ready to lose lloyd again if necessary because lloyd won't allow anything else.

it's also maybe... an indulgence on lloyd's part. he's felt himself die so many times now. and so many of his deaths were painful or terrifying or surrounded by his enemies and sometimes all three at once.

but he remembers a sunset, a coat over his shoulders, shaky yet reliable hands holding a sword. a quick, peaceful death on his own terms, done by someone lloyd trusted with something far more important than his life.

and he knows it's selfish, he knows it's cruel, but if he has to die, for real this time, can't it be at the hands of his best friend? if he has to be killed, can't it be done by someone lloyd knows cares for him? if he has to close his eyes and never open them again, can't the last thing he ever sees be the face of the person he loves enough to die for as many times as necessary?

and javier agrees because. what else can he do. he spent so long hoping lloyd would finally trust him enough to tell him what he was planning so javier could help him in anyway he was able to and now. now lloyd is asking this of him.

he desperately doesn't want to say 'yes'. but he cannot say 'no'.

what else can he do.

what's the point of being the most powerful human on the world if he can't even protect the one person he swore to protect above all things. what's the point of him if the only thing he can do is promise to kill his best friend because he has no other way to protect everything they've worked for.

how can he promise lloyd that everything will be okay, that things will work out, that if needed javier will die for him before letting anything happen to him, when he already failed before.

what else can he do

anyway. i don't think any amount of end spoilers and confessions to the jewel of truth are enough to soothe the terrified, paranoid and utterly traumatized part inside lloyd's chest that goes tight any time anything goes even remotely wrong for a good while. it takes a couple months, maybe a few years even, before lloyd stops going cold every time there's even a hint of trouble around him. before he stops reflexively looking to javier's sword to calm himself down whenever things don't go perfectly right in every way.

it takes a while. but it does happen. and things aren't perfect, that's not how life works, but they're good and even when they aren't, lloyd can finally face them and believe they're not his fault. that his existence is not an obstacle for the happiness of the people he loves.

[pollen]

it’s a beautiful morning here 🥰 i hope everyone has a tuesday they enjoy!

[pwurrz]

“um people are allowed to find the idea of being with a bi person (aka someone who’s been with the same sex because that’s what bi means now apparently) disgusting. that’s normal actually”

hmmmmm you know what.. no. i don’t think they are tbh!!! i don’t think that’s a normal opinion to have, nor should it be an opinion that’s normalized!!! you know what i do think though??? that people who have this ‘opinion’ should be hit in the shins with a comically large hammer!!!!!!

[villainesses]

Your ex-wife is here, do you wanna see her?

Rosalind Russell as Hildy Johnson in Howard Hawks’ His Girl Friday (1940)

[ranubd]

THIS SONG WAS NOT WELCOME AT THIS TIMEE OMGGGG. Hi. I just had to do this now bcoz ... Just bcoz ok??

This one's honestly my favourite of the bunch. <3 Fighting the urge to make more Desert Duo as Flowerfell.

:( I hate this damn song sm (I love it)

[keydekyie]

drive across the rockies, January 2025

[aq2003]

good lord i rewatched a clip of it and im fully crying over th "donna, is that you?" scene. again . if any of you are wondering where my headspace is at it's jst complete and utter emotional damage over this

[emberdune]

this man has been naming patrons for TEN minutes

[mommylonglegs-xo]

𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇𝒶𝓅ℯ𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀𝓈 ♡♡♡

[liahleeh]

1º de dezembro!!! Que seja um mês de coisas boas!!!✨🤍

[conanssummerchild]

today (10th october) is my first psychiatrist appointment and in exactly a month (10th november) i'm going to found heaven on tour, coincidence? i think not (conan gray is like therapy confirmed)