#had me dying bro

[unknownspecies]

YOUR TAGS ON MY SAKUSA FIC, PLEASE-

ILY YOU'RE SO RIGHT ABT THE IQ

hinata says the most unexpected shit all the time and it only gets worse after Brazil (source: i say so) so I just had to capture that <3

have a lovely day!

😭😭😭 bro ur fic had me fucking DYING

I knew what was going to happen, obviously with the title and the intro

But the WAY you wrote it dude?!

Had me double taking each and every time

And of course, its mainly bc atsumu was being an absolute fucking BAFOON

Like

Ok, bo saw sakusa running away from our house, but then again, Bokuto runs around your vicinity too so it could be coincidence, right? After all, Sakusa could be trying a new running route. So it doesnt click

All the other teammates are minding their own business

Shouyo is the real one here. Kept his mouth shut both intentionally and unintentionally. This man here is outta pocket at sometimes i bet (i hc he has more intrusive thoughts than msby combined but he keeps it in idk how). But he fr bet lunch on our love life 😭😭😭

Bro but ATSUMU?! This man needs to get a life of his own. Bruh 😭😭. Whenever i tag atsumu the first thing that pops up is “atsumus so stupid” and its TRUE. Mf if i was him i wouldve screen recorded that ft call moment and sent it to everyone.

How much do you wanna bet he paid msby to clap for yall when you guys came into the room 😭😭

[rystiel]

he wanted to grow old with jack 😐😐😐😐 even if jack couldn’t grow old with him 😐😐😐😐😐😐

[fearandhatred]

the rapture

it's a holy thing, in theory, a glorious celebration, where those who believe rise to meet the lord in the air. it's a day of joy, in theory, and maybe even of vindication for those who have always believed.

but no one thinks about how it's like to see the dead rise again—bodies clawing their way out of bolted wood and six feet of packed earth, bodies decomposed and maggot-feasted, nails stained with rot and dirt. no one thinks about the violent lurch of their bodies being jolted into the air by the stomach, gravity flinging their heads back down to earth as they struggle in vain to find footing on molecules and gas. no one thinks about those who don't make it.

no one thinks about the screams.

crowley hadn't thought about any of these things. he certainly hadn't thought about the angels that would be called back to heaven along with the believers.

here they stand dead in the middle of absolute ruin, the promise of heaven the only thing left to look forward to on the wasteland of this earth. the sky has opened up like the eye of god, watching over her people for the very first time, and crowley's black wings against the beams of light only remind him that he doesn't belong up there with the rest of them. crowley wraps his arms tight around aziraphale, squeezes his torso like he can maybe keep aziraphale with him through sheer will or, laughably, demonic intervention. like love could ever be enough. like love could stay.

around them, the cacophony of wails and mockingly exaltant trumpets scorch the earth in their intensity, clashing and agonising even—especially—for them, and words make no sound. but they hold on to each other, even as they shrink into themselves against the noise of the undying. i don't want to leave you either, aziraphale doesn't say, but his hands dig into the cotton of crowley's sleeve, and crowley hears the words through his fingertips.

he feels a stronger upward resistance against his embrace now, and he clings tighter, steadfast, even as aziraphale's grip falters. but he knows he can't hold on forever. he knows that nothing ever lasts.

trembling with something unspeakable, he lifts his arms from aziraphale's torso and covers the angel's ears with his hands. he feels more than hearing aziraphale's resulting sob, and he spreads out his wings to wrap them around their bodies. a shield, a comfort, a goodbye.

it's okay, the gesture says in silence. i'll see you in another lifetime.

[ryllen]

they caught u cheating with all of them event  |  [x]

[blindtiiger]

HERE COMES THAT CUP‼️

THAT MOTHERFUCKN CUP‼️🥤🥤🥤

[strongboyfriends]

i guess if none of y'all will adopt myeongkyun as your favorite then i will just have to fall on that sword myself

[seilon]

aughgsgghhhh you’re telling me. in his final moments. in what would otherwise be complete agony and loneliness until the bitter end. charles succumbed to his injuries peacefully falling asleep to the sound of edwin’s voice reading him a story. you’re telling me. oh god. oh fuck

[cashmere-caveman]

My Country: The New Age, Episode 16 & Leonard Cohen's final letter to his dying muse Marianne Ihlen

[helianss]

i finished the part in zams latest stream where they made everyone sing and like minute singing california girls had me DYING of laughter hes so😭😭😭

[spork-supremacy]

Gotta love ninjago to be the type of kids show that will show you the corpse of its teenage ghost antagonist, having the veiwer come to the conclusion he died in vain as he was basically lead on a wild goose chase, cause he was in the wrong fricking cave, for a dream that could never come true.

Then an episode later they will also show you the corpse of, idk, the closes thing Ninjago has to GOD.

like that is the creator of their world, he is the one who raised the land and probably created new forms of life. He was the embodiment of balance between the good of the dragon and bad of the Oni.

And he's just THERE, he might be ruling a section of the departed realm for all I know. But in the mortal world he's just a skeleton holding a crystal. THATS IT.

not exactly saying more should've been done with him just that I find it funny the body of the FSM is kinda just lying there able to be physically touched. Instead of just his entire being, including his body, ascending or something.

These are the things that will keep possession in my memory. Aside from just how well paced and put together the season was in general. Oh and that it actually just felt like a team centeric season as they all take turns being leader.

[recitedemise]

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗿𝗯 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗼𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗚𝗮𝗹𝗲'𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆. And it is excruciating. On his chest, one can trace its ugly mark, the brand less discoloration and more, unfortunately, a deep-grooved scar. It is unavoidable and impossible to ever miss. Similarly, the way it eats at him is obvious, too. Gale, especially at the start, when his condition, fresh and disorienting, was still abundantly new, the effects of the orb were frighteningly worse. At that time, he little knew how to quell it, that feeding off the Weave would balm the pain, and so for all those days and weeks of panic, he rotted and ached at a terrible pace. He had decayed. And he had bled. Gale's body oozed black, skin, especially at his casting arm, rupturing like cracks in terracotta. He tasted filth always, the bitterness of wasting flesh thick in his throat, nose perpetually leaking with the ink-dark of bleeding. He'd labored to breathe, a feeling like devouring maggots pulsing in his chest. In fact, at the lowest point by then, wallowing and stuck in his tower, Gale began to lose hair, his nails loose and cracking as he scrabbled at the floorboards, knees weak and pain bolting when he collapsed to the floor. He was a pitiful sight. And a worrying one. And even now, with the consumption of magical artefacts, one can still see the way he bows to the blight, heaving for breath when it takes his chest again, sweat at his temples and mouth gone dry. It's all-encompassing. The agony is chronic. It feels like being eaten, being hollowed to his barest self right from the inside. He's a vessel of magic, and the orb means to consume him down to his every last molecule, teeth bared, hackles raised, and appetite crushing. It's like--dying, stolen away to be but swallowed down whole, surrendering to the suck of a hungering vortex. He's unsightly. As well, too, as a burden, he thinks, to the very naked of his bones. But when someone hangs back, touches him despite his rot, he thinks, you shouldn't have to handle something like this. This mere shamble of a graveyard--he's so sorry to dirty their hands.

[stealthatsweater]

ateez at 1am

[alluralater]

yearning this, yearning that. i still haven’t fucked the girl i’ve had a crush on since middle school and every time i see her like my sporadic two year instagram posts rather than ask me on a date, i die a little bit more inside. i’m tired of yearning, throw me into the endless pit of darkness so i can contemplate my existence for a while

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

How are you feeling about last act of the simulanka quest?

it started off meh because scara made his long-awaited appearance, but i had already anticipated that so i focused on navia and nilou being as wonderful as always

but then we got to the dragon and let me tell you scara is so fucking hilarious in this quest. my guy is genuinely projecting his self-inflicted trauma and issues onto a literal baby (half-self inflicted, dottore did deliver like half the punches there). like- you cannot make this shit up. god i love it, he's so ridiculous, very in-character of him honestly. i guess if nothing else he's rather good at staying consistent with that LMAO

little durin was adorable, and it's always funny to see alice again. these events are always just- don't trust anyone in the hexenzirkel and tbh i approve of that. at least when it comes to alice god but her va is so good it's such a delight to hear her speak always. my girl gets like two voiced scenes per year and makes damn good use of them hahah

overall it was decent! scara's inclusion does keep it from being as good as the first two acts. also do bear in mind that i haven't done the appendix (is that the name for it) yet so idk how the rest shapes up to be

[shima-draws]

Currently feel like I’ve been hit by a truck, hope you all are faring better than me lol

[turtlespancake]

me when i write a character who is prone to dooming themself and then they run off and doom themself. core traits are stubbornness and a willingness to disregard their own humanity gET BACK HERE IM NOT DONE WITH YOU