#god this broke me

[beatleswings]

PAUL McCARTNEY holding up a sign with LINDA's name. From Linda's tribute concert THE CONCERT FOR LINDA at the Royal Albert Hall. April 10 1999.

[lotus-pear]

charm stat at debonair ‼️‼️

[hinamie]

I'm always pushing you away from me / but you come back with gravity / and when I call, you come home

[quantumhyeop]

"our demons can dance together."

and if i tell you how beautiful this is.. self-hatred is such a dangerous spiral and while mine didn't manifest slightly in the same way as it did here, it still fucking sucked. so it was just a breath of fresh air to see y/n comforting changmin. i love dance-centric fics in general too.

dance with my demons. ( ji changmin )

when changmin said he dances his feelings away you respected his form of escapism but, this isn’t what you expected. at all. tw:// angst && mentions of self depreciation & anxiety.

it’s another night he doesn’t come home.

your hand is stuck to the ladle as you contemplate whether you should make changmin a plate anyway. it’s days like this that make you think harder, make you feel what a life without your boyfriend would feel like and man, life has never felt so lonely.

so you refuse to sit at the dining table and opt for the living room couch with his favourites in a dish that’s staring right back at you. closing your eyes you try and imagine him, like a golden beam of light moving like liquid to the tapping of tempos and ever changing moods and a soft smile etches on your face.

so you refuse to sit at the dining table and opt for the living room couch with his favourites in a dish that’s staring right back at you. closing your eyes you try and imagine him, like a golden beam of light moving like liquid to the tapping of tempos and ever changing moods and a soft smile etches on your face.

it’s one of the first things you fell in love with your boyfriend for- his natural born talent to move so smooth with the music and be at one with it that ji changmin was the melody that filled the room and your heart, and no wonder silence now fills your home with him gone.

you’re so tempted to reach out, ring adorned fingers clutching your phone but the grey bubble of a message burns holes into your skin.

i’ll be home much later tonight babe, just gotta let off some steam sorry :/ rest well <3

and you understood. changmin needed his space and you gave it to him because he deserved to have his own time and that’s one of the many things you two have promised each other in your relationship. you just wish that alone time wasn’t at eleven pm in the dark and danger of the night when you wanted nothing more to curl into his touch and fall asleep with your holding hands.

you finish your meal, wash your dishes and curl up into a ball on your sofa dressed in one of his hoodie’s and using a jacket of his as a blanket. the smell of his cologne in a concoction of warmth and love himself fills the air as you nestle further into the cotton and a slumber that does futile to blur the loneliness of the night.

ninety minutes pass with the ticking of your clock. it’s no longer eleven something but almost one am. worry fills your body and you shoot out another message to your lover.

baby? is everything okay?

but then you scroll up and see your other blue bubbles set in a sequence of concern that have all remained unanswered.

min, it’s getting a little late, are you coming home soon?

honey, don’t burn yourself out too hard <3

you know i’ll be here right?

the fourth ignored message that’s stuck in it’s state of being delivered is enough for you to throw on his jacket and half ass zip it halfway to protect you from the biting december winds. you don’t even stop to put on proper shoes, your knitted socks wiggle in your house slippers as you unlock and lock your door, racing to your car with your phone and heart in your hands.

you know he’d scold you once he finds out your driving this late at night but the passenger side you call home isn’t going to make the car move and bring him back to you. you drive safe though and you’ll interrupt his scolding with this later, but for now you’re focused on the blinding of red lights that prolong your desperation to check if he was okay.

you have this path memorised. the dance studio four blocks away that belongs to your shared friend lee juyeon. the kindness that swirls in those cat eyes of his are determined to turn the building into a studio for children and he has, a perk of changmin working as a dance teacher has meant that at night his searching soul is free to roam and use the halls however he wishes. so you continue drive, slightly eased by the quiet night and twinkling stars.

teeth sinks and numbs your lips as you tiptoe through the empty halls until you find the main dance studio. a light is on and you see is reflection before you see him and your heart breaks at the sight.

you’re a footstep away, palm resting on the door and you pause. your heart may as well be like the mirror that could almost shatter with the looks that changmin is sending himself.

“what are you doing?” he shouts out and your body jumps back in response before you realise the scream is meant for himself. a growl leaves his throat as he lets out another scream.

“you’re fucking it up,” another nasty snarl and his veiny hands that are so soft when they hold yours grip his hair as rough as he possibly can, grasping at each strand in a game of tug and war with his mind. “you’re fucking everything up.�� the music starts up again and changmin uses his rage to throw his entire body about with each move. its here you realise he’s not the liquid gold you once thought he was but human with toes that trip over themselves and stutters in his steps. so perfectly imperfect and to you, he is beautiful.

to him, he is a failure.

“what is your problem?” he roars out at the mirror, marching up to his reflection with daggering eyes and a clenched jaw that could break the strongest of stones. there’s a fire burning in him of frustration and an anger that’s beyond you both.

but even the stars are made of fire.

silence follows shortly after the rumbling and raising of his usually soft tones, a silence almost deafening and you press your lips together, not sure whether interrupting his spiel is wise enough.

but before he’s ji changmin the dancer, he’s channie your boyfriend and the man who puts the stars in your sky. so you quietly slip through the door and the roaring of waves of his mind seem to drown out the clicking of the locks.

his head rests against the mirror, soul and sweat imprinting the glass. eyes are closed with his fists clenched on either side of the glass to balance him still and for a second you think he might actually lift them again and shatter the surface of the mirror.

he’s so lost and consumed in the prison of his mind that he only opens the cage once he feels the warmth of your arms wrap around his middle. his back turned to you; he’s been awful at following the temp of the music tonight but he can recognise the beat of your heart anywhere anytime.

he pulls back, lips forming a small o shape as his breath picks up. his brows furrow again in annoyance and he takes a step back to which you take a step forward.

“chan,” you softly call out, eyes shining in a little encouragement for him. your arms are open for a hug to welcome him into his safe place but he stares back.

“you shouldn’t be here,” he whispers, shame taking over that you caught him at his weakest moments. in this time, changmin wants nothing more for you to smash that reflection in the mirror that taunts him so that the glass is just as broken as he is, he wants the ground to swallow him whole and tears angrily spill from his eyes. he’s always been a perfectionist so for you, the person he admires most to see him so vulnerable and broken he uses the shame as fuel to his fire.

“chan, it’s getting late,” your voice is soft as ever and changmin hates how you can still shine under the shitty studio light when all he can see are his ugly demons lurking in the shadows.

“i told you i’d be home soon,” the usual crinkles in his eyes are nowhere to be found, the sparkling pupils only narrow down and hold you at a arms length. you lower your own arms and abandoned hug and remind yourself this isn’t him, this isn’t the changmin you’ve grown to love but the insecurities that you’ve grown to acknowledge and accept from him.

you don’t appreciate the icy tones that match his voice but you ignore it and place one foot in front of the other to get closer to him.

“honey, it’s almost two,” you breathe and take a look at him and the butterflies in your chest have died.

“i said i’d be home soon,” he repeats as he stares right back at you and those eyes that hold your home feel just as suffocated and consumed as the air in the room.

“and i said it’s getting late,” you try not to sound frustrated but it slips through your voice anyway and changmin turns back to curse at the air again.

“fucking it up even more,” he scoffs under his breath and he kicks the empty air, shoes scuffing the floor.

“no,” you shake your head, tongue poking through your cheek. “say that again, i dare you,” you stare back even harder.

“baby,” he starts and your face twists in confusion.

“no,” your arms flap aggressively and changmin almost finds it endearing how worked up you are over this, over him. “i’m not going to stand here and let you insult the love of my life,” its your turn to scoff.

“because he’s beautiful,” you cross the distance between you two so quick he places his hands on your waist to hold you still.

“he’s broken” his whisper is a breath that lands on your lips, that you scrunch your nose.

“he makes me laugh so hard,” you ignore him and use a finger to trace the cupid bow of his cherry lips before your hand reaches his head, running through the flopping strands of his hair and flattening them. you stand there for a moment and pat his head affectionately, soothing the pain from him pulling at it endlessly. “he shines so brightly he’s starlight,” you murmur as your hand cups his jaw, massaging it lightly so that he unclenches it reluctantly. you make sure the wrinkles in his brows and foreheads are uncreased and you caress the nails he’s bitten out of anxiety and stress. changmin feels his heart soar at the way you know all his imperfections before he’s recognised the damage and you’re already comforting them.

“he has his good days and his bad and that does not make him broken,” you tell him, voice as stern and as serious as ever, he leans into your hold and presses his forehead to yours. temple and hearts touching that when he closes his eyes he can already feel the tears wetting his lashes and sliding down the honeys of his skin. “it makes you human channie,” you nestle closer to him and when you pull back you use the sleeves of his sweater to wipe those tears away.

he lightly nudges your hand away telling you he can do it himself but you roll your eyes softly and continue to fuss over him anyway. “i’m in love with you changmin,” you kiss that stray tear before wiping it away. “all of you, so don’t hide it from me. our demons can dance together,” and his lips capture yours in the midst of a sweet chuckle of love. he soaks in your affection like a sponge and melts in your arms and with smiles adorning your lips you pull back to breathe. heartbeats aligned and changmin knows youre the only song he needs and wants to dance to.

“it’s getting late,” you repeat softly, still holding his face in the palm of your hand. “and you stink,” you giggle and he flicks his sweat on you with a sheepish smile. you run away with childish laughter breaking the silence and he chases you, swooping your frame in his arms and you laugh so loudly.

it’s three am and the mirror no longer reflects the dancing demons or bounces off his hurled projected insults but shines as your smiles are painted on the glass.

you’re in his arms, a couple inches taller than him with the height he’s holding you at. “i think it’s time to go home yeah?” you lower your voice and he lets out that grin that you’ve fallen in love with a thousand times again, a million times more.

“yeah,” he breathes and then his brows knot in confusion, “did you drive here?” and you already know whats coming.

“i drove safely!” you defend yourself and he rolls his eyes.

“it was late!” he protests, crossing his arms.

“thats what ive been trying to tell you,” you stick your tongue out and he pokes your side till you almost topple over him. “but i had to bring you back to me, i was getting worried,” you flick his forehead.

“i’m yours love, as long as you’re here i’m going to be okay.”

“and i’m yours, let’s get out of here.”

three am and your hearts are only heavy because now they’re filled with love.

minnie’s note : man :// just wanna give him the world :// bc i know he angry dances and gets mad at himself and i just wanna give him that hug ://

[emotionaldisaster909]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

OFFICIAL BABY HONG HONG-ER DESIGN?????

AND SOLDIER HONG HONG-ER!!! MY CHILD!!!!!

LOOK AT HIM!!!!!

sourse - градоначальник хуа

[a-little-artsy]

first time drawing her

[captain--miracle]

has anyone already done this?..

[usertoxicyaoi]

"So, this time, can your suitcase be put away?"

THE ON1Y ONE (2024). EPISODE EIGHT.

[rrat-king]

when i tell you i sobbed. literally bursting into tears i just... thinking about these two queer teens resurrecting ancient, corrupted gods who loved each other until they couldn't anymore, until she was too changed but proof of their love still exists, hidden away and covered over, but the proof is still there.

[sleepzsharkz]

2.2 HSR Spoilers.

Nightmares.

[elvyn]

One of my fav genshin ships

[kinokoshoujoart]

Marrying Carter in Harvest Moon DS Cute! (North American version)

oh… sorry no not the archaeologist, i mean Pastor Carter from Mineral Town!

(or is it Pastor Curdy….?)

teeechnically his descendant, and it causes a game over… but this is the only time we’ve been able to marry him right?

so in the girl version of HMDS, there’s two “secret” Mineral Town bachelors that you can marry by talking to them enough times on the phone. one is Mason, the guy who runs May’s Tailoring… but the second, Pastor Carter, is a bit more obscure…

i couldn’t find them uploaded anywhere so here are his 2nd* thru 10th conversations+his proposal+proposal rejection in english! if you want to see it on youtube instead here you go

*i failed to record the first conversation when it happened, and there’s no way in hell i’m resetting my whole game again (…yet), so…just know the first one was like “oh you want to talk? what should we talk about…….. …… ….. …. i can’t think of anything. well see ya………” extremely riveting stuff

he’s so obscure that i didn’t even realize that he was a bachelor until i found out about the mechanic from this japanese wiki!! (here’s an archive link to the page on him in case the page doesn’t work) all i did was test whether it worked in english since i couldn’t find any english info at all mentioning it. i’m sure others have found him… right……..

in case the links above don’t work, a small guide to holy matrimony below the cut since i can’t find one in english

it works essentially the same as the Mason marriage (so it’s just a game over, sadly…), and the steps are pretty tedious and counterintuitive, so you’re unlikely to just stumble across it… but you too can get a priest to break his vow of celibacy for you or whatever!

you will need:

at least 2,050,000 G

20 cursed tools/accessories

if you really don’t want to dig up 20 cursed things you can substitute 100x “remove a cursed tool/accessory” for blessing a cursed tool…

but, including all the cursed tools and accessories, there’s only 16… which means you will need to go dig up 4 duplicate cursed accessories using this method! yay!!! extremely pointless since you can’t sell blessed accessories until after marriage in DS for girl (at which point you can’t trigger pastor carter’s proposal)

you unlock a conversation with cardi when you spend at least 205,000 G. which means the quickest thing to do is to order removal of a cursed item five times, then bless 2 cursed items.

**be careful when blessing accessories to only equip one at a time!!! if you equip a stack of duplicate accessories, blessing that stack destroys the duplicates!!!! :( so just take 1 out of the stack and equip it!!!**

you also can’t unlock more conversations until you’ve seen the one you unlocked, so like even if you spend a million G you’ll just unlock one conversation, and you’ll need to finish that conversation and then spend 205,000 G to unlock the next one…yeah….

on the tenth conversation he abruptly reveals that he’s fallen in love with you and asks you to marry him! it ends your game, but….! on the bright side, it ends your game!!! you’re finally free from Hell Simulator!!!!

[your-friendly-neighbourh00d-fag]

OP I THINK YOU SHOULD GO AND HAVE A FEW WORDS WITH MS BARDUGO

I really just wanna see Wylan telling Kaz about his dyselxia and Wylan deciding not to bring it up afterwards and he expects no one to mention it again cause he believes it’s a nuisance to them and by not talking about it they’re not acknowledging it exists and therefore the ‘problem’ disappears

and then Wylan is trying to read something Kaz has given him but he’s just dragging his eyes across the page, not actually taking any of the information in. Then Kaz comes up to him and takes the paper and reads off the information just loud enough for only Wylan to hear.

Then Wylan stares at him with wides eyes, confused as to why the Bastard of the Barrel, Dirtyhands, the man he’s watched cut eyes out and shatter skulls with his cane, is reading to him without a hint of mockery or annoyance. Kaz just stares at him and says:

“I may be a monster but I am not your father.”

Then he hands Wylan back the paper and walks away.

[toasty-owl-arts]

pov: ur the core and ur about to get ur ass kicked by a polycule of candy colored magical girls

[piratechnics]

so unashamedly whipped for this tweet

[cockroachesunite]

Here’s the whole thing! (Including the bit of dialogue right before my canon divergence for context)

The End (?)

Original format ☞ (part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5)