#god what a wild ride

[xoxoemynn]

hi I just finished watching Queer as Folk for the first time and I wanted to let you know how happy I was to find your treasure trove of fics on ao3. Your writing is wonderful and I just wanted to give you a heads up before dozens of comments flood your inbox as I read through them ❤️

Awww 1) I really love to hear fans are still discovering QAF nearly 20 years after it went off the air and 2) I also really love to hear that you're enjoying my fics! That's really what fandom is all about. As a certain someone once said:

So the thumpa-thumpa continues. It always will, no matter what happens, no matter who's president. As Our Lady of Disco, the Divine Miss Gloria Gaynor, has always sung to us, "We will survive."

Thank you so much for the kind words! I hope you enjoy all that fandom continues to offer, and maybe it'll assuage some of that PAIN HEARTACHE PAIN!!!! 💖

[gattaxa]

COWBOY KATE BISHOP in MARVEL ANIMATION'S WHAT IF...? S03E06 — "What If...1872?"

"The Hood left my family's homestead the same way after he got through with it. No survivors. And no trail left to track..."

[chronologically-challenged]

I think that the party's communication issues can be summed up as "man, is it awkward to tell someone that you want to spend the rest of your life with them if you've only know them for a few months? Probably."

[i-eat-mold]

today was a successful cat spotting (and petting) day

these are just some of them there were too many

[dragonfly1302]

Oh, okay. Okay, cool cool cool. So Newt is the first one revealed to be not immune and Thomas has a full on panic attack and almost faints after realizing he loves him how much Newt actually means to him. Okay okay okay. Like, Newt not being immune was kind of an unacceptable thought that never crossed his mind, so Thomas never even considered that he might not actually make it with the rest of them. Okay. Cool cool cool cool

[nateezfics]

The audacity really.

[that-homoerotic-blouse]

Guess who won a screenwriting filmmaking prize and is also here on tumblr dot com

[share-the-damn-bed-main]

NORAGAMI CH 108-2 | kazubisha cuddling on the roof

But for right now... I'm simply filled with the desire to be grateful for having something that by all rights I should not... I feel a warmth even from the snow...

[devilsfoolcake]

i love them soo much 😭

[thetiggerappreciationblog]

hi friendos!! I know I haven’t been active here for a while, but just wanted to pop in and let everyone know that I reached out and got confirmation our boy is doing well <3

[otterlyotterott]

A cat sits alone in the cemetery

Inspired by @circuscountdowns's bishop death comic.

cw: grief, slow mental deterioration by way of immortality

Mortal minds were not meant to live forever. Not alone. 

It’s the middle of the night and they kneel before the grave. In one of their hands they grip a shovel that had been gifted to them a long time ago. At the base of the handle is an engraving that matches the stone crown on the gravestone.

There is a pendant on their chest, and it gleams gold in the moonlight.

They close their eyes, and breathe. Out slow, in slow.  

Camellias smell like sugar and dirt, like three thousand years of longing. The flowers on this grave are always fresh. always redder than blood, even in the winter, when every other plant on cult grounds wilts and turns bare and hibernates. The camellias on his grave are always there, always beautiful. One might call them blessed.

They are not afraid of dying—they are devoted to Death. They simply cannot die yet. Their Gods and leaders need them. The rest of the flock needs their wisdom. Someone who can speak to them as an equal, but who knows more and has seen more than the rest. 

Mortal minds were not meant to live forever, but they’re still doing pretty well. They lose days or weeks sometimes, but it’s not a problem yet. They suspect it’ll take another five thousand or so before their mind becomes a problem, assuming something else doesn’t kill them first.

So, they cannot leave. Not of their own accord. They have no need to.

They want to stay, to be content with the impossible life they live, but something is missing. They’ve been missing the sandpaper edges of his voice for the last few centuries. They’ve been yearning for the feel of his fur on their own—green and yellow, a sunbeam shining over a bed of moss.

He left them. They agreed to it. He was tired. They understood, or thought they did. They were with him for the rest of his life, and they loved him, and he died, in the end, like a mortal, but his heart was full, and when he was gone for good, they realized that their heart had gone with him. Stolen in a final prank.

At first they figured the pain would lie in the loss itself, but true moments of pain were every time they would forget that he was gone. It was every time they would look beside them, to whisper to him something that he would yell aloud to embarrass them both, only to find no one was there. It was every odd hole in the ground that they would feel the urge to crouch down beside, to talk to him, coax him out, before someone would ask what they were doing and they would remember that he wasn't there. It was every time they remembered that holes in the ground were for plants, and not Gods.

He would be severely annoyed to see them do anything but smile, but it was getting hard to smile without him.

And, and he would want this, wouldn’t he? Even if getting woken back up annoyed him at first.

His After was probably boring without them.

He'd think it was funny.

He’d grin impossibly wide and say, “ABOUT TIME YOU DID SOMETHING SELFISH.”

They stare at the old stone. The crown of the God of Chaos stares back. It's only another life. He won't even have to put on a necklace this time around.

Mortal minds were not meant to live forever. Not alone.

So, they stand and lurch forward. They take the shovel into both their hands, and they drive it like a spear into the dirt, into Leshy's grave. 

They don’t know how the ritual works, but they know they’ll need his bones for it. They'll figure the rest out later.

[darkxsoulzyx]

POV: You finish Outer Wilds with your friends in call and saw the most insane fucking shit

@pepethehumanz @darkxsoulzyx @keirspers @domijeannes

[mbohjeezart]

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Inspired by DruidQueen89 (@thedruidqueen89)'s wonderful fic, Raising Ravagers: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50067097/chapters/126426766

(Picture under the cut)

[seiya-starsniper]

Dreamling Bingo WIP - Pranks

FINAL PROMPT! I've had this WIP for months now, and I'm finally going to formally commit to it! Based off a stunning AU that my darling @pyrecryptid drew where Hob is a spy, and Dream is his Quartermaster. Check it out here!

This fill will be used to replace my @dreamlingbingo square B1 - Crossover: Book. I will be replacing it with the adoptable prompt Pranks

“My sun and my stars, you’ve kept me waiting for your call for too long,” Hob murmurs dreamily into his earpiece when he hears the buzz of static on his transmitter.

“Must you always pretend we’re lovers when you check in?” Dream sighs. The same song and dance is getting exhausting. Hob has been playing the same prank on Dream for almost five years now, always saying the most ridiculous things to get some sort of flustered reaction from him.

“I’m never pretending, my lovely Dream,” Hob replies, and Dream. Dream has stopped believing Agent Hope’s honeyed words are anything but an act, but his traitorous heart still beats faster every time. He has only gotten better at hiding it. 

“Of course you aren’t,” Dream answers gruffly. If he bites too aggressively into his croissant, no one has to know but him. “Please tell me you’ve made progress on collecting your intel.”

“If by progress, you mean I’ve ingested approximately six martinis waiting for this bastard to stop playing roulette, then sure, plenty of progress has been made,” Hob says with an air of frivolity he knows Dream hates.

[grimst4rs]

"do we still love each other?" remus asked; their kitchen was drowning in the night, the only light being their cigarettes and the moon. the room was filled with smoke, and remus could only see, through the haze, sirius' eyes shining.

"i don't know," sirius answered, and there was a vulnerable sincerity in his words. "i wish i could give you an actual answer." he let out a laugh, and that was the moment when, even if he was over him, even if the war was eating them apart, blood and flesh and howls of pain, remus realized he was still in love with sirius.

[bloodydeanwinchester]

oh god man this episode is such a fucking classic. deananna car sex with anna touching cas's handprint! uriel telling dean that castiel has a weakness! that he likes him! deananna kiss where castiel can't watch and has to look away! and then. AND THEN. one of my favorite dean pretty crying scenes of all time !!!