#i hurt my feelings again

[someonesaidcake]

Set between Episode 10 and Episode 11 | Read on AO3

Gold through Fire | His Story

Patrick eased the Airstream to a stop just past the New Mexico border, his hands heavy on the wheel. Exhaustion seeped deep into his bones, his vision blurring into floating pinpricks of light. Seven relentless hours and 500 miles lay behind him, the fuel gauge teetering on empty. He couldn’t go any further tonight.

He’d driven this far for a reason. The flat, unending roads of Texas stretched behind him like a long wound, a cord he’d needed to sever before the weight of her final expression pulled him back. He felt it still, the silent plea in her eyes, like fingers gripping his spine.

His hand raked through his hair, tugging hard at the roots as if the sharp sensation kept reality close. This is real, he told himself. He’d left her.

Wide, green eyes haunted him, their glassy depths fracturing as she’d silently begged him to stay.

Maybe he should have stayed.

Nothing since felt right.

Guilt eagerly wrapped around him, coiling tighter and tighter, like a snake constricting his chest, robbing him of breath with every passing second. A torture he deserved.

The layaway was still, the kind of empty that felt like abandonment, mountains ghosting far off to the west. A modest green sign had welcomed him to New Mexico, its sunburst logo catching the artificial light, but there was no real fanfare. The land spoke louder than any signpost, the ochres and reds of the earth deepened and sagebrush and yucca scattered sparsely across the dry expanse.

But Texas clung to him. Like a fine film coating his skin, it held him accountable for what he’d done.

His steps were sluggish as he moved around the Airstream, the night pressing close around him. Shadows curled in the corners of his vision, his mind playing cruel tricks; her laughter echoing faintly and her scent teasing him in phantom whispers from the walls.

The clock on the wall ticked midnight, its steady rhythm mocking him as he sank into the booth with a bottle of whiskey. The sharp burn of the first drink barely registered, drowned out by the incredulous voices in his head. What the hell are you doing?

But her face was there again, a cruel scar on his memory.

He poured another drink. Then another.

He couldn’t forget.

He deserved to remember her pain.

The whiskey did nothing to dull the piercing edges of the truth. He’d hurt her. He’d broken her heart. And in doing so, he’d smashed his own.

But he hadn’t lied.

He couldn’t stay. Not with the ghosts of too many trains chasing him down every track.

The bottle ran empty long before the guilt did.

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[hinamie]

to moving forward

[sunfoxfic]

We were so close to smoking not being cool anymore. We were so close. Then they flavored it mango and now it's taboo to criticize it anymore. People don't ask if they're allowed to vape indoors, they aren't considerate of people who may have health problems that are triggered by the chemicals or if it just bothers them, people don't care that they're supporting an industry built on corruption and greed, they can't see it draining their pockets and much less their health. We were so close to smoking not being cool anymore.

[lazylittledragon]

not to toot my own horn too loud or anything but i've showered 5/6 days so far this week and started running again and now i can kill god

[electronicmail]

Firefox-official vs electronicmail

Hydrogen bomb vs coughing baby

okay come up with a better idea then. firefox-official is gone asshole it’s electronicmail or nothing

[fernsnailz]

sorry these kinds of comments have been really pissing me off recently lol

[bloominglegumes]

our large bipedal son who we found on the street

[panthermouthh]

“Oh, Frankenstein! Generous and self-devoted being! What does it avail that I now ask thee to pardon me? I, who irretrievably destroyed thee by destroying all thou lovedst. Alas! he is cold, he cannot answer me.”

[arcanegifs]

God, I'm (yet again) exhausted. What a show. I will say, flaws and all, it's still one of the best animated series I've watched. Ever. No, I don't think it deserves the vitriol it's getting on social media.

I have a LOT of emotions right now. I don't think I'm even thinking straight after watching through everything once. It definitely needs to be re-watched multiple times. No, I'm not offering any kind of insights or anything like that. I think I'm just too emotional seeing my favorite show end.

I really wanna thank the writers, directors, artists, animators, producers, and everyone else who worked on this show for this work of art. It was beautiful, and it's why I love making gifs of this show.

And just because this show has ended, doesn't mean I'll stop making things. There's two whole seasons to work with now. I hope I can have enough free time to post regularly. I still need to make some 8k wallpapers and a ton of gifs haha.

I'll take a break and sleep for now. I'll see what I can make when I wake up tomorrow. I have so many things I want to do, but I also feel like crap and I too, have a life LMAO.

Oh, and I'm still looking forward to the next stories that they tell us! Runeterra truly has amazing lore. Excited to see what's next!

Thank you for all the likes, reblogs, and support you guys give to my lil sideblog! I appreciate you guys so much <3

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Today in awful pain due to cramps, but ended up laughing and cheered up because I said aloud, “My tummy hurts and it’s Wei Wuxian’s fault!”

There he is! That's the man that made your tummy hurt!!!

[deoidesign]

Time and Time Again comes back tonight!

Thank you all for being so patient with me, I know it was a long hiatus.

My health was struggling, my arm was (is) hurting, and I decided it wasn't worth it. I'd rather be slow!

So thank you for giving me that grace, and I hope you'll be there with me for the rest of the series.

[shotmrmiller]

Humor me for a second, single dad!simon left bub with you for a night, suddenly you’re hearing moans from next doo- Simon and some other woman. A nasty, pit of envy is building in babysitter’s mind that only deepens when you walk outside to hand Bubba back at the designated time Simon set and run into a very disheveled and visibly sore woman walking out of his apartment.

sickening. hand the baby over and ask for your payment. he's mr. riley now too.

if he wants you to watch his baby, he may ask if you're available. no more dropping her off without letting you know prior. and no, you can't do this saturday because you've got a DATE coming over.

now to scramble and find yourself a man/woman to come over and make you forget whatever delusions you thought you had about that fool next door.

inc. your clutch friends who have a guy ready to fuck you through your mattress by friday 😌 bonus points if it's one of the other guys. omfg they're like yeah totally this guy is a total fucking babe and it's KYLE i'm biting my knuckles mr. single dad is about to say dummy single lmfaoooo

[jadewritesficshere]

Steddie x female!reader thought 18+ only

Eddie blinks his eyes a couple of times to make sure he is actually seeing what he is seeing. He must be living in a nightmare.

You're laying back on one of the pool loungers. One leg dangling over the edge keeping your foot on the warm cement ground, the other spread over Steve's lap as he absently rubs his hand up and down it while he bitches to you about something from work. Your hand rubs up and down Steve's back in comfort. But that isn't the nightmare.

Your bright red bikini bottoms covering enough, but with your legs spread a bit more skin is shown then intended. Spread in such a way that makes Eddie want to just dive in. Get on his knees and worship you, rub his face over your mound as he licks and nips and sucks. Moan as the curly thatch of hair brushes against his face.

Except the curls of hair he is expecting to see peeking around your bikini are gone. Just smooth bare skin. And that isn't the only nightmare. Steve's chest is smooth like when he was in school on the swim team. Not a speck of that beautiful chest hair Eddie would curl into after getting hot and heavy. Not a single curl of the "love rug" he jokingly called it.

Eddie wants to weep. To throw himself down like a little kid and thrash his arms and legs around. Yeah, it's your body and you can do what you want, but he still is sad its gone. Eddie doesn't like change, and suddenly walking in to see both of his partners change something without any warning? Uncomfortable. It makes Eddie feel itchy.

Eddie can barely speak as he walks over and sits next to Steve. He doesn't respond to Steve's warm greeting. Doesn't respond to you asking how the day is. Just stares with big wet eyes at the sight in front of him. A pout on his lips.

A warm hand lands on his shoulder, gently squeezing. Steve's brow furrowed in concern, your wide eyes blinking at him.

"Shaved?" Eddie asks in a quiet voice, eyes darting to Steve's chest and then your clothed pussy. Steve lets out a huff of laughter, "Fuck, thought something was wrong man." Eddie glares," It is."

[here-comes-the-moose]

*in the Rebellion inside Echo’s minivan ship*

Rebel, showing Echo some photos: Yeah these are my kids. A boy and a girl. I do this all for them. How many do you have?

Echo: I have five.

Rebel: Aw you must have your hands full! How old are they?

Echo: Four are 312 months and the youngest is 156 months.

Rebel: …

Echo: …

Rebel, trying to do the math: How old did you say you were again?

[lazylittledragon]

ok i swear i'm not going to talk about my breakup forever but the thing that just keeps bothering me:

i know that not getting what you need in a relationship is a COMPLETELY valid reason to end it but also. i feel like having a very vulnerable moment where i opened up about my struggles with intimacy and being relieved that i didn't have to keep doing things i wasn't comfortable with, then being dumped a YEAR later because of my lack of intimacy. is something i should be allowed to be very hurt by???

[densewentz]

All I can think about is how fucked everyone treats a Shadow Dragon Rook if they choose to save Treviso over Minrathous. Because the decision is sound, you know? Horrible, and hard, but Treviso is this half-broken merchant city. No guard other than the crows, no defenses, no giant floating big brother laser in the sky and one of Thedas' largest collection of mages. And so Rook has to trust their fellow Dragons to protect their home and hope to anything that they can keep the blight from Treviso. Only it's not enough, and despite the fact that Rook is one (1) person, who's only leading because no one else would goddamn do it, who has never even SEEN a dragon before the one at D'Meta's Crossing, and who still managed to fight off one dragon right after a grueling mission and then still have the energy to run off to try and help Minrathous - everyone still seems to blame them. And not just that, but the entire team spends most of the next act with their hearts breaking for Minrathous, and for Neve especially. 'Poor Neve, her home is gone, her people are dead, her life as she knew it is changed forever, poor neve, I know you didn't have a choice Rook but Neve is hurting now'. And I LOVE Neve. I love her. But it is so fucked up that as a Shadow Dragon Rook who was forced to make a horrific choice, who ALSO lost their home, their people, the life they knew- no one ever really bothers to comfort Rook. Or even consider that Rook would be absolutely shattered by what happens to Minrathous. Or fucking furious, because Rook and the goddamn Crows managed to fight off their dragon by the skin of their damn teeth with basically nothing, so how could the Shadow Dragons and the rest of Greater Minrathous not handle theirs! What were they goddamn doing that whole time?!?

The only difference between Rook and Neve is that Rook doesn't have the luxury of fucking off in the middle of a fight for the world to go mourn what they've lost. They have no choice but to pull their shit together and keep going.

And still every time Rook goes to a companion with the broken pieces of themselves in their bloody palms its just. "Oh Rook, how could this have happened to Poor Neve"