#i can't be normal about this anymore

[malk-with-tea]

@queruloustea's latest chapter has put me into a frenzy (positive) and i had to draw them immediately

[kunikiiida-kuuun]

My heart wished to stay here, because it gave me a reason to live ♡

Fukuzawa + The Founding Trio

[a-very-tired-jew]

One of the worst parts of planning a wedding after October is asking "which of our potential guests is normal about Jews?" Having to literally sleuth through social medias is disheartening.

We've already written off about 20 people, one of which used to be a meta and was potential bf for my partner. To see someone you cared for and could have had a relationship with just openly call for the death of your people is gut wrenching. A lot of people don't actually know I'm Jewish because I'm secular and so is my partner. In every instance of removing someone from our lives we get a message asking why. We lay out all of the antisemitism that they expressed over the course of these months and in every. single. instance. we've gotten some version of "well I respect your opinion, but I disagree". These are Left queer progressive types who have openly stated over and over again that if you are not part of that minority group you do not get to tell them what is and isn't offensive. So yeah, it's not just online discourse Lefties or campus protesters. It's people you may know on a personal level and have many, many memories with. They've sacrificed everything they stood for because of antisemitism and hatred. I'm so very tired.

[frostfires-blog]

HANANENE × TBHK S2 EP08

[cornflowersandspoons]

Rewatched the Beast movie, got emotional about it, and like... what if... Chuuya self-love self-care??? 🥺🥺🥺 He needs it, he deserves it, he should get it.

Full thingie ⬇️

[wildsaltair]

Security

Pairing: Maximus Decimus Meridius x reader

Rating: T (fluff, with a tiny hint of hurt/comfort)

Word Count: 1.2k

Tag List: @enjisbf, @nasatshirts, @empressenchanted, @streets-in-paradise, @xiscamoony, @aelondrias

Author’s Note: Very short little fic that I wrote sort of as a follow-up to Nightmare, but it works as a standalone one-shot too. As always, it's written with the fullest measure of my love, and it's representing all the longing y'all get to witness every day on this melodramatic blog. I love Maximus, and I hope this little fic does him justice :) Thank you for reading!

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Your love is asleep beside you, breathing deep and slow against your neck. After yet another day of backbreaking work in the harvest, he’s exhausted, and all he had the strength to do was pull off his tunic and fall into bed beside you.

You are just as tired, but somehow you can’t bring yourself to fall asleep just yet. You’re too transfixed by him.

In sleep, his face is so peaceful, so free from the worry lines and the intensity he wears through the day. In sleep, his face is relaxed and soft, surrendered to the safety he feels in your bed.

You smile knowing that sharing your bed is his first experience with sleeping so peacefully. He came to you wounded and hunted, having barely escaped an assassination attempt and with nowhere else to go. Though your first few months were fraught with distress and fear, you have both settled into your home with the knowledge that you are safe from the outside world, that his past has been laid to rest and left behind. He still carries his burdens, but they are easier to bear when he can release them at night.

You let your eyes trace over his features now, amazed as always at the sweetness and beauty of the man who holds your heart. His eyelashes flutter against the tops of his cheeks, the lines beside his eyes less furrowed.

He’s sleeping as he usually does: on his back with your head on his chest, his left arm wrapped around your shoulders protectively, his head tilted against yours. His right hand clasps yours where it rests on his waist, moving gently every time he breathes.

Tilting your head back, you smile to yourself as the sounds of his deep breathing reach your ears. The sound only reassures you that he’s sleeping well, undisturbed by anything.

You often remember his first few nights with you — how after making love, he would lie awake for some time, trying to fall asleep. He was always on guard during those days, always attuned to any sign of trouble. He slept with one eye open for months.

And quite often, you would wake to find him up, making a round through the house or in the yard, paranoid about what could be lurking outside. Many were the nights you had to coax him back to bed, assuring him that no one had come for him in the night.

And the nightmares. Those terrible nightmares that plagued him for months.

Once, he awoke in the middle of choking you, having acted out of terror in the middle of a dream. You were afraid he would never trust himself to sleep with you again, but together you worked through it. He’s had nightmares many times since, but they have grown fewer and tamer in the past few months.

That thought makes you smile as well: knowing that your presence beside him at night helps keep his nightmares at bay.

As if in response, the man turns in his sleep, rolling onto his side to face you. He’s still sound asleep, his breath rumbling in his powerful chest, but his right arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close to his body.

You are all too happy to snuggle closer to him. The nights have grown colder, and his body is a never-ending source of heat for your bed. You enthusiastically burrow into his embrace, tucking your head under his chin and tangling your legs with his.

Your heart warms knowing that he reaches for you even in his sleep. Many are the nights he has whispered your name in his sleep, groped his hands to find you in the night. Somehow his heart seeks you even when he sleeps.

He pulls you even closer, his breath softening as if he is stirring a little from his sleep, but he does not awaken. Shifting his weight to press against you more fully, he rubs one broad hand up and down your back, fingers brushing your spine.

Without meaning to, you arch your back in response, pushing your body tighter against his. He lowers his chin as though he were awake, dragging his lips across your forehead before coming to rest against the top of your head.

Your smile comes again, unbidden, warm as the heat radiating off his body.

So many nights, you have lain in this very bed and ached with loneliness. How many cold nights you spent huddled under blankets, wishing for a lover to share your home and bed, to fill you with a warmth that would go beyond your body. This man fills every empty spot in your heart, thrills and soothes and pleasures you in every possible way.

And what a joy it is to know that you have done the same for him, that your love is his safety, his delight, and his peace.

With a knot of emotion rising in your throat, you tilt your head back to press the lightest of kisses against his exposed neck. He stirs slightly, his breath ghosting across your ear, and you just rest your lips against his neck to breathe in his scent.

Earth, sweat, and something else distinctly him. It’s a scent you now associate with comfort, companionship, and warmth.

You kiss him again, wanting to touch him somehow even though he’s asleep. His neck is smooth and warm under your lips, and he stirs again, this time shifting his arms closer around you. He tilts his head a bit to the side as if to give you better access.

Then he makes a sound, almost a moan, almost a sleep-muddled whisper, but you know it’s your name. It’s your name he murmurs in his sleep, when he feels your gentle brushes of affection against his skin.

You smile against his neck, resting your mouth there so he won’t awaken. He remains tensed a moment longer, so you lightly run your hands over him to soothe him back to a deep sleep.

His muscles are coiled under your touch, every inch of his body a tribute to softness and strength. His chest moves against yours slowly, and you gently rub your hands over his ribs, his sides, his hips. He finally relaxes, sighing contentedly as he drifts back into a deeper sleep.

Just before he does, though, you feel him lift his hand, stroke it down the back of your head once. His fingers tangle in your hair, and he nuzzles your face gently, brushing his smooth skin and spiky beard against your cheek.

He hums with pleasure, settles himself against your body, then buries his head in your neck and falls back to sleep.

You follow him soon after, cradling him in your arms while you listen to the steady cadence of his breath and the lovely thump of his heartbeat. You thread your fingers in his dark hair until your strength fades into sleep, just long enough to feel him relax completely in your arms.

All the lonely nights, all the sorrow, all the uncertainty — it’s all been worth it for this moment, and for all the moments that have come before and will come after.

Your love is asleep in your arms, whispering your name and holding you close to his chest, and you can both sleep in the peace and satisfaction of a love that transcends everything else.

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More of my fanfiction if you're so inclined :)

[yashley]

imogen & fearne in c3e86

[mezzmerizd]

Literally explodes no i was reminded of how fucking weird skizz & tango are about eachother (<- very affectionate, i love them so much) and i'm just?!?!?! HELLO. HOW COME I BARELY SEE ANYONE TALK ABOUT THEM.

Seemingly randomly any chance Skizz gets he brings up Tango?? Out of the blue?? I've started to notice that HARD recently,,, and then just add on top how weird they are about eachother,,,

IMP & SKIZZ MY BELOVED BUT WHERE IS EVERYONE WHO MAKES FANART & FICS AND EVERYTHING FOR THESE TWO OTL

omfg skizz bringing up Tango during that cutie little charity stream with Joker and the bunch, randomly mentioning him on hermitcraft (<- the most natural environment of all, this one at least makes sense for him to be thinkin of Tango ykyk), HIM MENTIONING TANGO DURING SPLIT FICTION?? HIS LITTLE 1 ON 1 SILLY TIME WITH IMPY???

And then on the other side of that we have Tango with Skizzie's screaming literally. In his base. To listen to. Always. He's not as outwardly weird unless you put them anywhere together. I will not forget him commenting on Skizz's ass. Or their little??? Fishing honeymoon in Simple Life. What is wrong with them. What the hell.

[cringefailvox]

ideal radiostatic relationship progression for me personally is friends to enemies to codependency

[livesbetweenpages]

Wildflowers

Established Buddie | one shot 2.5k words | blood kink · callback to the shooting

He needs a bandage. To clean the wound and keep it dry so that the clots can form and the healing can start. He thought the healing was done. He walks them to the bathroom to where the first aid kit is. Unbuttons his uniform. He regrets the lack of urgency needed. At least this time, he’d remember if Buck tore it off. Buck. Buck still breathing unsteadily as he stares at Eddie. It’s just like the last time. It’s nothing like the last time. A gash only trickling instead of a bullethole flooding. The same arm but two inches down and to the right. He’s standing upright in their home, not lying semi-conscious in the street

Or: sometimes you just want to eat someone alive over how badly you want them

Read on ao3

Here, have some very fucked up blood kink buddie for these trying times.

[allthegothihopgirls]

at LEAST once jason (with tim) has dragged damian along with them clubbing as a designated driver (if he wasn't being bribed with driving the batmobile he would NOT be going, zero chance)

they all go suited up because 1. tim won't go as a civilian (bad for his reputation etc etc). 2. every gothamite knows not to ask a robin-boy for ID. 3. jason claims to have never gotten more free drinks than when he goes as hood.

damian will walk in, accompany jason to the bar so he can get a ginger ale, and promptly situate himself on a barstool (the bartenders WILL look out for him + get him free refills of whatever soft drink he wants), observing his brothers and muttering about them being "imbeciles".

it takes a couple of hours before jason starts coming over to damian, pleading for him to join a dance circle, or show off a trick.

jason ends up bargaining down to damian walking around with him whilst he talks to girls, because "chicks dig guys with a paternal instinct" and it's gotham, and everyone's under the influence, so no one's going to question why there's a 13 year old in the nightclub. instead they see red hood with his little brother robin, and think it's sweet.

the one condition of damian being their designated driver is that dick is under no circumstances allowed to find out. one time dick called tim, and he was too tipsy to answer anything but "damian" when asked if he had a way home, and subsequently "no, he's here" when dick assumed (already pissed, and about to rant about how they can't rely on a 13 year old to drive them home) damian would just be driving over to pick them up. they did not hear the end of it for weeks. + going forward jason confiscated tim's phone every time they walked into a nightclub.

"he's 13, legally, he cannot be in a nightclub, OR driving anyone home"

it was worse when he found out they went suited up. tim copped it the worst, because jason had an apartment to go home to, while tim was stuck in the manor listening to all of dick's hate-fuelled rambling about jason and his childishness, as well as what he had to say about tim's own behavior.

for damian it was win-win though, dick loves him too much to be mad at him about it (even though he KNOWS he has the common sense to Not Get Into Those Situations), AND he got to drive the batmobile (he manages to drive around gotham for over 45 minutes before a drunk jason starts to suspect they aren't 'going straight home')

[talesfromthecrypts]

I don’t think that people get angry just cause other people romanticise vampires and relationships between vampires and humans in general. But people do get irked and bothered when other people romanticise some vampire media ignoring obvious rape, pedophilia, death threats, maiming, etc in it between vampire and human character, instead pretending it’s just some freaky love story aww or something and insisting on it. Cause there’s difference between what types of vampire x human relationships have what in it and how they pan out. So some call-out posts about that on Twitter are frankly speaking fair. Depends on vampire media they talk about of course.

Oh you didn't actually understand a thing I said huh. All of these are the basis for the vampire genre, liking the genre you have to be ok with a certain level of violence and unhealthy dynamics at minimum. Everyone who likes those knows its not good irl oh my god. This is all repackaged "women are too stupid to understand fiction". Anyway here are some popular vampire media relationships with rape, pedophilia, death threats, maiming in that order

[onebizarrekai]

argh

I wasn't gonna say anything but it's… yeah. my cat whom I've had since I was little, she's not well. she's going to be put to sleep on monday. it all happened so quickly; she's been struggling with various health issues over the year, has been sleeping almost 99% of the time and eating less and less so we knew it would happen sometime, but it got really bad really quickly. it was only a couple days ago that we found out actually how bad it was.

I won't go into detail. I know this is something most people go through, but I don't even know where to begin with processing it. avoiding thinking about it is all I can do, since focusing on it feels like a bad dream. it feels wrong to even try to be normal or to do anything, or to let myself think about other things to feel better. with each passing day it just feels less and less real.

I need to hold myself back from thinking about it too hard for now, I just wanted to be honest about where I'm at right now, I guess.

[existingingrey]

So are you supposed to normally go on about your life when this guy is looking at you like this.

Won't you just drop everything, cover him with a blanket, pat his head while telling him everything is gonna be alright.

[remedyspoison]

I just discarded a huge rant I went on about how I couldn't enjoy anything about Grian that's fan made like Fanfiction, comics, etc because of how one dimensional and infantilized people tend to write his character because they don't realize you can have someone be traumatized and/or unapologetically mischievous and have it only influence their traits and personality instead of consuming their character entirely

I went more in depth about this in my other rant but I'm not rewriting allat

[maudiemoods]

Worst fuckin thing happened to me today I went to a festival with my sister, her boyfriend and my friend and my friend and I were joking around about the whole smash cake trend and they said something like "hear me out, king Sombra" and showed me a fukin picture and I said "yeah, yeah ok I see it. That's a horse but I see it" ABF YOU KNOW WHAT THYE SAID??? "At least it's not a triangle" AUGHHUURGAGGH!!! AUYGH!! MY SISTER WAS RIGHT THERE!! SHE STARTED LAUGHING!! NOOOOOOOOOO !!!!!! SHE SAID "haha yeah at least he's not a fucking shape" AUGHHEUAYHH I HATE EVERYONE!!! Even worse was that I was dressed at the oncler the whole fucking time