#honestly it's fab

[gingersnaptaff]

I forgot that there was a Welsh Mabinogion musical about the Second Branch (Branwen) called Branwen: Dadeni. So now, I need you all to listen to this absolute banger:

The whole show used to be on BBC iPlayer but it isn't now. It was gorgeous though. 😭

[kerosene-artist]

my sillies

[suburbanblkgirll]

Party Poison does that stupid “Are you joking? You said your phone was taken away, and I see you commenting this? nah its over with us..💔💔💔💔” everytime Jet Star posts ANYTHING

[xoxoemynn]

had so many grand fandom plans for tonight but alas I 1) had to murder my colleague, 2) fucked up my thumb and had to put it in a brace, making it very difficult to type 3) I actually don't have a third, those first two items just made very cranky.

but just a quick fly by post to say I love you and I love OFMD and I love your love for OFMD. Mwah.

[inthefaceofadaffodil]

Finished The Pairing and honestly? Need a prequel novel about Fabrizio and Valentina’s love story and a book about Orla’s life in Ireland because oh. my. GOD.

[dolokhoded]

my one season 4 complaint is Where The Fuck Was Aneesa

[inkykeiji]

Do you think in any universe of yours dabi and hawks fuck/share the reader?

presently, no, just because if i’m sticking with their canon characteristics i rly do believe that would be an extremely difficult relationship to actually pull off. dabi’s too selfish/possessive, too clingy and needy and obsessive, too insecure to share her with someone like keigo. on the other hand, keigo would have a very tough time just standing by and allowing dabi’s relentless mental/emotional/verbal abuse to continue without repeatedly stepping in to try and stop it or batting an eye at all. that would be super hard for him to witness and i’m not sure if he’d be able to stop himself from going on a crusade against 1/3rd of the relationship (dabi) and rallying for reader to run away with keigo himself instead.

how is he supposed to just sit back and watch the love of his life be abused??? how is he supposed to just be okay with that kind of treatment and behaviour??? he wouldn’t be able to take it—it’s not right, it goes against everything keigo himself believes in, he’s basically complicit in it if he just allows it to continue happening, and it reminds him too much of his father + the way he treated his mother. keigo’s constant objections, which would become stronger and sterner the more dabi refused to comply, would in turn make dabi even angrier (how dare keigo think he can control him??? how dare keigo think he has any right to order him around or judge him at all???) and cause him to double down on his behaviour out of spite. the relationship itself would be very tumultuous, and they’d clash constantly.

WITH ALL OF THAT BEING SAID, in the future??? who knows!!! maybe they will!!! it would be extremely angsty and i have no idea how it would end but it’s definitely not off the table for good hehehe

[aaandbackstabbed]

Heron: Is there any one here who’s actually straight?

Beakley: *puts her hand up*

Goldie:*shaking her head puts her hand back down*

[fabdante]

i was going to add some fun grunge fashion to that ask a few minutes ago like, in a reblog, but when i went to google grunge fashion i just got flooded with like ai generated images that all look like this:

so that's something

[spineless-lobster]

Rip achilles you would’ve loved the opening lyrics to donatella by lady gaga

[pastexistence]

the first chapter title in The Terror that doesn't list coordinates hits like a fucking BRICK this book hurts so bad

[tenderlady]

so the monkees are actually good

[13eyond13]

wait your beatles era is over? it was so fun eventhough i follow for death note content it just made my day seeing you enjoying something so much! :]

Awww no well it's not OVER over, as in I still really like them and will retain everything I learned about them during the last 3 or 4 months and still follow a lil handful of my fave Beatles blogs on here. It's just over as in I don't feel the need to fill my dash with literally hundreds of Beatles blogs or finish reading every giant biographer's tome I started reading about them anymore or wtv. And obvs you can always chat to me about them and still see me occasionally post about them! But thank you for saying so anyways haha

[parasyte-brainrot]

chat do we fw this cast

[hum--hallelujah]

It makes him dizzy, how much he loves these people. These are his people. His friends. His family, and his everything. So the fuck what if they’re blood-drinking, cold-hearted vampires to the rest of the world. They’re his vampires, and he knows that’s not true. He’s never met anyone as warm as them.

No wonder Sandman is an arsonist. Donnie claims he set shit on fire as a kid to keep himself warm at night when he was lonely, and when the flames spread it stuck with him. The habit, and the warmth. Sandman’s softer than he gives himself credit for. He puts on a big nasty painted grin and bares both pairs of teeth, but he’s the warmest of them all. He always feels so bad, strokes Crab’s hair when the others feed.

Only one of them can at a time. Obviously. One human is not enough food for three hungry vampires, not when they want to keep him alive, at least. Donnie is the one who cleans him up. If Benze has been drinking his blood, he’s always far too dazed and shaken by the end of it to be the doctor. They still don’t know if it’s a personality thing, the distant, almost drunken shock that takes hold of Benze when he’s just eaten, or if it’s because he was made different than Sandman or Donnie.

Donnie is careful and gentle, if unpracticed, when he dabs at the bite marks. He’s Crab’s blood family. When Crab is dazed like this, the irony seems hilarious. His only blood, drinking his blood, and then patching him back up like they used to as kids when they’d get into petty scraps and then make up later. Crab giggles, lets his head fall back against Sandman, nose stroking lightly against his cheek.

Sandman never feeds on him. Never. Not once. They’ve fought about this. But it’s okay. Sandman always, always holds him. It doesn’t matter if it’s this or a real injury. Sandman is so good at holding. Crab can feel him turn his head, nuzzling at his hair. Sandman kisses his forehead. Crab smiles at that.

“Hi,” he breathes, lightheaded. Sometimes he can't tell if it's more from the blood loss or from the contact it entails. He thinks he could get drunk on this feeling, of loving and being loved in return, in the most visceral of ways.

“Hi,” Sandman whispers back. He's positioned behind Crab, with Crab leaning back against his chest and his chin hooked over Crab's shoulder. He strokes Crab's face again, doing a shitty job of hiding that he's checking his pulse. “How you feeling?”

Crab’s hands are shaking, just a tiny bit. Benze and Donnie are always so, so careful with him. They would never take more than he can spare to lose. He’s a little bit dizzy, and the puncture wound stings, but he’ll be fine by morning.

“I’m fine,” he replies, rolling his eyes though it sets his narrow view, mostly of his friends, tilting. Sandman lets out a relieved sigh. Crab huffs a quiet laugh. “Relax, dude. It’s okay.”

“I know,” Sandman says tersely. He’s so rarely this edgy, at least not so obviously. It’s almost endearing, but mostly sweet.

Crab turns his head awkwardly so he can look Sandman at an angle, peering up at him from his position with his head resting comfortably on his shoulder. “I’m okay,” he says softly.

“Don’t begrudge us our concern,” Donnie says. “Move over, he gripes, then knees Sandman in the ribs climbing onto the couch with them and gets an amused oof in return. Donnie will always, always choose to take care of Sandman if he has to choose. He knows his cousin can handle himself. Sandy’s a different deal. It's almost scary the bond those two have, and it has been since they were little. Crab used to feel like an outsider around them because they're so close. Now he's grateful for it. They won't ever end up alone.

Donnie slots himself in beside Sandman and reaches for Crab's hand. It's like they think they're killing him, or something. If he was dying, or even a bit too dizzy, he'd tell them. They should know that by now. There's no need to be so melodramatic about it. Being a dramatic bitch is his job. Crab tells them this.

"You guys know," he says, breathing softly against Sandman's jaw, "You make way too big a deal out of this?"

"Shut up," Sandman grumbles, low enough that Crab can feel the vibration where he's leaning against Sandman's chest.

"No way," Crab retorts, smirking a little dizzily. "It doesn't bother me, you know that."

"Maybe it should," says Donnie, sounding mildly perturbed. "We're not gonna stop worrying," he adds, then sighs, exasperated. "Benze, come here."

There's a moment's heavy hesitation. "Are you sure?" Benze asks quietly. When Crab turns his head to look at him, he's looking at Sandman. There's some kind of bad blood between them. Pun intended. It's like no matter how hard they try or how much they love each other, they're still afraid. Of each other, or what they're capable of. They can practically read each other's minds. Crab doesn't know what there is to be afraid of, but he sees the fear anyway.

"Benze," he murmurs. "Baby. Come here." It's a cheap shot, honestly. He knows the pet names are one thing Benze can never withstand. He kind of wonders if Benze had ever been loved before they met. It's a little sad to think about for too long. But it works. Benze's face, smeared with his blood a few minutes ago before he had the presence of mind to clean himself up, crumbles and he slowly joins them on the sagging couch.

"It's okay, dude," mutters Sandman, stretching out one hand to grab Benze by the back of the neck and pull their foreheads together. Benze sinks onto the cushions, hands briefly ghosting over the bandaged bite marks before he curls himself tightly, almost protectively, around Crab's side.

"Hey, baby," Crab whispers. Benze blinks slowly at him, red reflection from his eyes flickering in the half light. "You're okay. I trust you," he says, though he's said it so many times. "I love you." Benze still flinches at that. That's part of why Crab says it so much. Half to teach him that it's true, but partly to see the stunned, awestruck look in his eyes. It's like magic.

"Thank you," Benze whispers back. It doesn't matter if he means for feeding him or for loving him. It's kind of the same thing, anyway. Benze doesn't say I love you back. He never does. Crab isn't sure he'll ever be able to. But he knows.

Their blood is cooler than it should be, they can't regulate temperature as well as they should be able to, but with the three of them wrapped around him like this, Crab feels warm. How could anyone ever think they're monsters when they're so full of love? How could anyone ever fear them? How could they hate them?

He loves them so much he'd die for them. Bleed for them. He loves them so much, it makes him dizzy. There's nothing wrong with that being extremely, viscerally literal. Because it means that they know. And that's the warmest thing he can think of.

[azazel-dreams]

FAB book 1 (graphic novel)

Rating: ❤️❤❤❤❤