#i LOVE PAIN

[makesyouevil]

us, together, in the end

[butterflyscribbles]

End of an Era📚🚸

Based on a hc that Mr. Tang homeschooled MK for three years before he became friends with Mei and went to public school with her.

It was the main way the two of them spent so much time together so the first day was even more tough for the two of them than for most…

[kaijugroupy]

ok but hear me out. how fun and crazy would it actually be if we talked about asexuality as a spectrum more?

consider this? aces who like sex but don't like being touched themselves? aces liking and getting off on pain stimulation but not pleasure stimulation? Aces who don't like getting off but like sex? Aces who use a one to ten scale to gauge sexual ability but never fully make it to ten. Aces who are happy at a level seven, or four, or two. Aces who like some aspects of sex but not all. Aces who get bored in the middle of sex and stop. Aces who are super into over the clothes stimulation. Aces with boundaries.

[motorghost]

anyone else get occasionally assaulted by thoughts of holmes and/or watson dying in sussex? like, maybe one day, when they are both very old, holmes wakes up to watson in his arms and he knows right away. he genuinely believed he would be the first to go. he steps downstairs and lights up a pipe. he stands there for a long time. he writes a few letters and sends them out. he walks around the house, observing everything. then he goes outside to sit near the bees. he listens to their soft humming and passes away in the sunshine.

or, one day, when they are both very old, watson comes back from the village to see holmes asleep in his chair. he knows right away. he genuinely believed he would be the first to go. he sobs and sobs and sobs. he writes letters by candlelight. then he writes more. he writes until he has nothing left to say. then he goes out and sits by the bees, who are all silent. he passes away under the moon.

[ve1vet-cake]

"You.. remembered?"

It had been a day like any other. Ren had made breakfast for Angel and himself, humming to himself. The rhythm of domiciliary that Angel and him had grown accustomed to was akin to that of their hearts, seemingly beating in unison.

They couldn’t be happier, slender fingers delicately handling the kitchenware. 

Angel was his 

Just the thought made the man’s insides tingle and pleasantly twist, the excitement quickly spreading onto his lips, stretching them into a soft grin. For the first time since meeting the love of his life he felt happy. Loved. 

He was plating the food and setting the table, ready for the day and for them. He carefully made his way to the bedroom, intending to wake Angel when he already saw them sat up, staring at their knees.

Their body was still halfway covered by the soft blanket, a shirt of his loosely hanging off their frame.

“REDACTED”

The name fell from their lips faster than Ren could greet them.

And with that one word his world seemed to shatter.

A part.. A fraction.. Of him was delighted, stomach churning in pleasant surprise.. but it was short lived. The twists and tightening quickly turned into dread.

Why now!?

Why that god forsaken name!?

…. Why couldn’t the illusion stay?

Ren contemplated restarting the day, to relive the idyll and prevent Angel from uttering that abomination of a-

“REDACTED”

The name flowed so innocently from Angel’s lips. So beautifully, so… Untainted. 

They peered up at him, a soft smile on their face. 

“It’s your name, right? Your actual name. REDACTED.”

Ren’s heart stuttered. The sight of them, so sweetly saying their name.. without any stigma. Any hatred. Any… Disgust.

“You… remember..?”

“I do.”

It had taken Angel to embrace him to stop the tears. To stop the shaking.

They hadn’t anticipated this reaction from Ren but nonetheless they wanted to comfort. To heal.

It had taken a lot to get Ren to open up. 

Why are you so uncomfortable?

Should I not call you that..? But.. why?

Can I make it better?

Angel listened patiently as Ren spoke. Not much, just the gist of his hatred.

“My father.”

They nodded, recalling the shared childhood the aftermath of abuse they had witnessed. While oblivious to the signs in their youth, Angel was now wiser and aware of just how broken Ren had been… And still was.

“You know..” 

They cupped his cheeks gently, making him look at them. Clear crystal blue peered at Angel. 

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Their thumb gently caressed Ren’s cheek in soothing, light circles. Their voice had been barely above a whisper. Just for him to hear. Just for him to feel.

“And I will show you.. Just how beautiful you are.”

[laumeb]

Working on a game of some sort

[wondersinwaynemanor]

i'm just thinking: young Jason was never given sweet nicknames or endearments by his parents, when he grew up at a poor, messy, abusive environment. so maybe when he heard them for the first time from his loved ones, it was a bit too much for him? and maybe, he would sometimes ask himself, "What did I do to deserve this?".

Bruce: Oh, Jaylad. You're so important to me. To us. Don't ever, ever doubt your place in this family.

Bruce, his father, would say as he kissed Jason's forehead when he was kid, and now as a young adult. forehead kisses always sealed the deal that maybe, Jason was part of this family.

Alfred: My, dear boy. Hush now. I'm never too old to take care of you.

Alfred, who has been the closest person he has as a Grandfather, would patch his injuries and bruises. he would also serve some hot coco or tea after a long night of patrol as a kid and even until now.

Dick: Little Wing, I missed you. Give your big brother a hug please, or I'll cry.

Dick, his older brother, would give him warm hugs whenever they see each other. and he doesn't want to admit it, but it's nice to feel Dick's arms around him. he may be taller now, but he still feels very secured when Dick holds him close, like he's a kid again.

Tim: You're pretty awesome, Jay. You've always been my hero.

Tim, his younger brother, would compliment him when Jason saved little kids again from the streets, or when he would give charities to the orphanage. and wow, he never understood how Tim still idolized Jason when he had hurt him before. Jason makes up for it always.

Damian: I'm glad you're here, Akhi.

Damian, his baby brother, would sometimes show emotions like these. but when he uses that word for Jason, it makes him proud of himself, that maybe he is good at taking care of his siblings.

Roy: Jaybird, hey. You're here with me, and not back there. Focus on me.

Roy, one of the most important people in his life, would touch his face with his warm hands, eyes so sincere and loving, keeping him grounded, whenever Jason would see green when they're in patrol together.

and yes, it may be overwhelmingly good for Jason to be told with those words. but he would rather die again than lose any of these people.

[rei-is-hiding]

that room in Nibelheim

[princip1914]

This ficlet is based on the Good Omens meta I’ve seen floating around that suggests Aziraphale nearly says “I love you” and at the last minute cuts himself off and says “I forgive you.” Personally, I thought that would have been an even more devastating exchange, so naturally I had to write it.

A shock of heat, a bloom of want which arced down Aziraphale’s spine and fought to pull him closer to the long line of Crowley’s body. The pressure of Crowley’s lips; insistent and angry, hard as stone. 

Come work with me, Aziraphale had begged. I need you.

And Crowley–

Crowley had chosen earth over safety, over light, over–over Aziraphale. Over the only us that had a chance at eternity. And then, he had twisted his hands in Aziraphale’s lapels and twisted the knife deeper, his mouth on Aziraphale’s mouth, a mockery of what Aziraphale had wanted on that first day of freedom and each day afterwards. A mockery of what Crowley had never before offered. 

Once, while blessing a monastery in Russia, Aziraphale had gone swimming in a frozen lake. He had long since learned that such asceticism did not suit him. But now with Crowely’s mouth on his, he remembered the utter shock of the cold, remembered how he had fought the deadly instinct to gasp when he entered the water. 

Crowley’s lips shifted against his, gentled ever so slightly, enough that Aziraphale could have parted them with his tongue and licked into the heat of Crowely’s mouth. Instead, he pressed his own lips tighter together; he did not want to drown. 

But when Crowley pulled away, the truth still ripped itself out of Aziraphale’s mouth in a strangled stutter. 

“I…I love you.”

* * *

Crowley’s lips were numb. He felt light somehow, unpleasantly so, like an empty vessel.

Aziraphale looked as though he had been struck. He pressed a hand to his mouth, but it was too late. The words were already there between them. 

I love you. 

Perhaps Aziraphale was lying to get Crowley to agree with him. He had lied to God after all, but Crowely had known him for six thousand years and was harder to fool. Crowely’s cheeks were wet with the tears that had hung on Aziraphale’s lashes. Crowely did not think he was lying.

It didn’t matter. Aziraphale might love him; but it still wouldn’t be enough because he didn’t know him. If Aziraphale had known Crowley, he would have known that Heaven was the one place Crowely would never–could never–follow him. He would have known not to ask at all. 

Crowley ought to be angry, but all the anger had burned out. Just charcoal left, the skeleton of a tree in the desert after God had finished telling Moses and no one else the plan. 

“Don’t bother,” Crowely said, and walked out the door. 

[heartofbusan]

Going back.

If I asked you now, what was the moment that cemented jikook for you? How many of would answer with GCFC Tokyo?

I would.

As a person working in the world of films, movies, and videos, this medium of storytelling holds such a grip on me. Moving images, music, and sound (underestimated storytelling device!) arranged in such a way as to bring one to tears. Moving levers within the viewer through unconcious connotations. Moving someone to tears even on repeat viewings because it touches something inside that person. It speaks to an internal void inside themselves that's been given a voice. Glorious. GCFT does that for me. And sure, Scorsese, it's not CINEMA, but this video Jungkook made is most definitely special. The combination of the song, the editing highlighting the lyrics to hold sway over the images, the colors, the duality of our protagonist through many expressions. He's shown to be a human, goofy, sweet, kind, embarrassed, overjoyed, hungry, and tired.

That's your first clue as to what the director thinks of this boy.

He frames him in such a way as to make us fall in love right along with him. He holds power over us.

Jikook in Japan, back to Tokyo, and traveling on to Saporro, making sure to mention their first trip because it's special to them.

Because it still holds power over them.

The first also means there is a promise of more. It set the tone and became a tradition.

Traditions are special if you put import into such things, and these two really love going back to things that hold meaning and that are rooted in silly little meanings only they know. They love to tease a thing but to have the meaning make sense to no one but them.

Mentioing the first time felt like such a conscious way to adress the importance of this place during this time in their lives. So intentionally clear.

This is our little piece of peace. Our Safe Zone. To be together. To make memories we can cling on to before great unknown swallows us up. A place where we can be free from the many schedules we've overcome in order to journey back to this place where they will always be 'just jimin 💜 and just jungkook'.

[ayo-edebiri]

How will we ever know that she didn't plan another twist? We will always be looking over our shoulder. What kind of future is that? (insp)

[youruinedmylifebynotbeingreal]

4x07 // 7x09

Bonus:

[dead-end-street]

@USERDRAMAS: EVENT 12 - LOSS ↳ Kim Jung-hwan & Sung Deok-sun in REPLY 1988 (2015) dir. Shin Won-ho

There is so much history in the way he looks at her. In the way he says her name. Whenever they meet, there is a current that runs between them like an electric charge on the verge of erupting into a perfect storm. I don’t love her anymore, he says. And it is in the way he says the word her ― that tells me otherwise. ― Lang Leav, Her

[apiratefellinlovewithastar]

nooo don’t think about Marco unknowingly flying Izou up closer to his deathbed and internalizing it as being his fault yet another one of his siblings is dead youre so sexy aha

[yulless]

Eden

[spiderman2099sleftnipplepiercing]

Dropping snippets of SpidermanAU! because I can…. Yes, I reuse poses sue me. Pose thief here 🫣

From Earth 1985

Johnny Lawrence is the Valley's one and only Spiderman. (I know it's cringe okay, but couldn't decide between Encino or Reseda.)

His biological Father split, but he continues to live with his Mother and ass hat step-dad.

Kreese is the one who gets shot when Johnny storms out the Cobra Kai dojo one night. (Uncle Ben styled canon event)

His boyfriend Daniel Larusso, whom he failed to save when he was thrown from the clock tower. By none other, then his ex-best friend, turned green goblin Tommy. (Cry about it- Gwen Stacy who?)

These are just notes. Please hath mercy.

(Waiting for YA'LL to say NO MERCY.)