#i hope this comes back to haunt you

[commonmisery]

i hope this comes back to haunt you // neck deep

[tomsmusictaste]

Neck Deep // Smooth Seas Don't Make Good Sailors

[pop-punk-jaskier]

Neck Deep // I Hope This Comes Back To Haunt You

[royaltea000]

Fourth of July is so funny cuz it’s the one time every year that people decades past their hetalia phase will wake up in a cold sweat and go “there’s only one character I can draw for this day… 👁️👁️💦”

[oneluckydragon]

"Suddenly the world was gray and dull and my heart was so heavy I felt like I couldn’t move, let alone make it back to Treasure Town. But because of Echo’s last wish… I was able to keep living.”

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SORA : (Partner)

Abilities: Justified / Inner Focus

Nature: Gentle / Hardy

Moveset: Aura Sphere / Metal Claw / Poison Jab / Dragon Pulse

[silentreigns]

George managing to turn the majority of the F1 community against him in a day after improving his image these past few weekends with good results. Definitely did not anticipate him becoming the main character these last couple of races

[th3-c0ll3ct3r]

My Tumblr followers. If and when you see this. Just don't look at twitter man

This year is cooked

Sorry for the vent but omg this year man THIS YEAR UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH (read tags for context)

[longagoitwastuesday]

I have learnt things about Geto that I wish I could unlearn

[natjennie]

I already know I'm gonna be obsessed with falin's subversive version of haunting the narrative. as soon as I figure out what she has going on, I'm gonna be insane about it.

[thevoidstaredback]

It's dark outside, just after dusk when the lamps are still lighting themselves, and the world can't yet decide if it's dark or light.

There's very few people out, some walking dogs that you get to pet, others driving cars that splash in puddles leftover from an earlier rain. None of this bothers you, it never has. The city's always like this; quiet, serine, dull and bright all at once.

You pass by an alleyway, the rhythmic tap-tap-tap of your footsteps sound loud in the space between buildings, echoed from the darkness. You pause

"Pst!" I call out, the dim light from a nearby lamppost glaring off my glasses. I step closer to you, only by a half step. You take a full step away, though you don't run.

I watch the street cautiously, not fully leaving the confines of the alley between skyscrapers. I beckon you over. When you don't come closer, I allow myself another step closer. You don't move.

I open my overcoat, the lavender seeming much darker in the setting. I lock eyes with you. "You wanna know the ending to story I've only told you about once before?"

You shake your head, and keep walking. I slink back into the shadows.

You hesitate for a moment before ultimately agreeing. This time, when I motion you closer, you come.

With another look around, I reach into the inner pocket of my coat. Quickly, I pull out a single piece of folded paper and shove it into your hands. Before you can say anything, I disappear back into the shadows. You look after me, but I am no longer there.

You hold the folded paper in both hands and away from your body, staring at it for a long moment. The edges are burned, and it's crinkled like it's been crumbled into a ball.

Opening the note, you find the ink is completely unmarred, though the handwriting is a bit messy. It reads:

Marco watched the wooden box get lowered into the hole in the ground. Gently, he held the same thing that had brought him and the others back the first time in his fist. As he turned to leave the grieving pirates, he thought about the consequences of his actions. Every time someone goes back, at least one thing is different then it was in the first timeline. A thought struck him. What if he could choose the differences? What if the fate of the brothers played to his plan? Like a game of poker, he could deal the cards. If he played his cards right, then he'd place the winning hand in the end. He could save Ace. He could save Luffy. He could save everyone! He just had to deal the cards. Marco flew off in his phoenix form to a secluded part of the island and recited the same words Luffy had not so long ago. ‘This time,’ he resolved himself as he was engulfed in a bright light, ‘I’ll do it right.’ And then he was gone. End Book One

The paper starts to smolder as you read, turning itself to ashes in your hands by the time you finish. Like sand being scooped by a fork, the ash falls from your hands and is carried off by the winds.

You look for street signs or landmarks, trying to commit this alley to memory. Perhaps, you think, I may be around again to give you more stories, more things to occupy your mind with; to pull you from reality. And, who knows? Maybe I will be

[tomsmusictaste]

Neck Deep // I Hope This Comes Back To Haunt You

[astral-athame]

who are you the patron saint of?

quiz link here

tagged by: @dhampiravidi

patron saint of martyrs

the patron saint of those who died to be like you. maybe you died to be like them too: but at the end of it, you weren't like them. patron saint of tragedy. saint of saints. it's you who holds the hands of the holy dead, and you who has to answer: what do they do if they regretted it?

tagging: anyone who wants to do this <3

[createandconstruct]

Posted this on Twitter but

Idk man… I think what gets me is the weight of this chapter. 430 had a bittersweetness to it but this feels doubled. Perhaps because this is very likely the last time we’ll see these characters but the send off in this extra chapter feels so quiet and melancholy…

[rabble-dabble]

it took a lot of thinking to settle on knowing if i was a trans guy but what really solidified it to me was being unable to live with the thought of dying as anything but an old man. i can't imagine not having grey facial hair and old faded top surgery scars and maybe grandchildren who call me "grandpa". i just cant live with the thought of my gravestone having "daughter, wife, aunt, niece, grandmother," carved into it along with the name of a stranger. they can't ask me to die as a her. They won't kill me as a her. they wont bury me as a her. Its not fair. They can carve the wrong name into stone and dig up my bones and say "this skeleton makes a woman" but i assure you i'm going to die as a man with the name those close to my heart know me by. and i'm going to live long enough to meet him, the future version of me, because if theyre gonna try to bury me as a woman theyre gonna have to try and kill the man in me to do it. and ill cackle from my casket knowing they had to try to erase me in death because i wouldnt let them do it while i was alive. I wouldnt let them.

[moonlitxmermaid]

I'm writing this because I have to get it out.

I saw you in my sleep, again.

This time, you took me back to the mountain at night. You were driving your car, I was in the passenger seat. You barely kept your eyes on the road and kept glancing at me. You had different expressions that got more intense every time. I saw joy, I saw worry, I saw sadness, I saw fear, I saw anger. I called your name, asked what was wrong, and I saw your eyes glaze over. You stared straight ahead and acted like I wasn't there. It felt like you weren't there either, but your body was. Your eyes that were previously glowing dimmed to grey. I started to panic slightly, and I asked you what's wrong, and you said you couldn't tell me. You just kept saying, "I can't," "I'm okay," "It's okay," and "I'm fine." I stared in confusion and looked out the passenger window at the view and just said, "Oh... okay?"

We got to the parking lot, you parked, and just stared ahead at the trees. You left the headlights on. I sat with you...and without looking, you grabbed my hand. It took me by surprise, but you gently interlocked your fingers with mine. Your touch felt so warm. My heart dropped, I felt my cheeks blush, and my eyes glistened as bittersweet tears filled my lids as I was looking at our hands. You had your aquamarine ring on, and I had a moonstone ring. They weren't there before. We were wearing our bracelets, which were also not there before. I looked up at you, and you were looking at me. You were smiling just as warm as my cheeks. The color came back to your eyes, and they glowed again as you excitedly asked if I was ready to go, I smiled back at you and nodded my head, wiping away tears. You asked what was wrong, I told you it was nothing. You asked if I was sure, and I reassured you with a smile.

As we unbuckled, I felt the worry melt away. We walked together, and you took my hand again. You warned me to be careful and not to trip. It made me giggle because even in my dreams, it seems as if I'm clumsy. We kept walking, we went past the rocks, and we walked to the observation tower. You asked if I wanted to go up, and I looked at the full moon. As nervous as I was, I still wanted to go see the moon with you. So naturally, I said yes. You held my hand, and we walked up the steps... you said to me, "I hope you like the view tonight!", and I said to you, "It's the perfect night to go, the moon is bright!" We didn't even need our flashlights to walk up the stairs this time.

We got to the top, and it was just us and the moon. You held me close as we gazed at the night sky and the city. The moon illuminated everything, and the stars were so beautiful. I remember feeling so warm and safe in your arms. You checked in and asked if I was okay because you knew about my fear of heights. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and sighed in relief. You were here, so was I. Everything felt right. I miss that feeling. I answered, smiling, "I feel like I'm on top of a mountain." I heard you laugh and call me a goof. I giggled with you and opened my eyes as I felt something wet hit my face... it was snowing.

You let go of me and started suddenly bolting down the stairs. I panicked. I followed you and had to be careful not to slip because there was ice on the stairs. I asked why you were running, and you didn't answer me. I heard you start to cry. I asked for you to wait up, and you stopped abruptly looking at me with tears in your eyes. You called my name, you sounded sad and scared. You started running back up to me, but then you disappeared as I reached for your hand reaching for mine, and so did the tower. I fell from mid-air and hit the ground hard. So hard, I couldn't get up. I felt paralyzed as I cried on the ground. I called out for you, I called out for help, and no one was around. Just me, the moon, and the snow. I felt hopeless and gave up. Eventually, the snow buried me, and I woke up.

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Seele (Honkai: Star Rail). Listen, I used to write her and I miss her a bit, and also: there's Belobog people around. And also, well, she's much more interesting than people give her credit for. Also, prepare for some 'rewriting', because Belobog's pacing in specific ways kind of blew a little bit much.