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I think we should put more emphasis on how Akutagawa's love is killing him. Descriptions of his feelings for Atsushi should draw from death imagery more. Atsushi's smile is devastatingly beautiful to Akutagawa. His laughter is lethal. Atsushi's touch feels scorching hot. When he's near, the air around becomes unbreathable. He hugs Akutagawa, and Akutagawa feels like his bones are being crushed under those new and overwhelming feelings. Akutagawa drowning in Atsushi's eyes, sinking in his embrace. Akutagawa's love for Atsushi is piercing, painful, Akutagawa's heart is wounded and bleeding. Akutagawa is smitten. All contributing to represent how Akutagawa's love for Atsushi is going to be the end for him. And it was! And he is doomed by his very love, by his very ability of feeling human emotions. Akutagawa's love for Atsushi is going to be the reason he dies.
#I just feel like#It's not just about Akutagawa being the unlovable creature#It's also about Akutgawa being the rabid and heartless monster who can't /love/#He can't love. He wasn't born to love as much as he wasn't born to be loved#And that's why when he starts to love someone- that's the moment he has to die. Because he's not supposed to love someone.#That's not how his story is supposed to go. That's not how the world is. So he /must go/#And that's one of the other elements that contribute to the narrative of Akutagawa as the tragic character™#Narrative that itself contributes in killing him!!#God I love him#ryūnosuke akutagawa#sskk#shin soukoku#bsd#bungou stray dogs#mine#q.#If you saw this being posted on error yesterday: no you didn't#But due to posting it on error I lost the original date...#Should be around#24/12/22#I suppose...
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I like how everyone headcanons Rambley to be like. Super small, im talking AT MOST waist height meanwhile I headcanon him to be like at least 5 feet tall. Still short but not as short as other people think
#rambley#indigo park#rambley the raccoon#headcanons#headcanon#i just feel like#no he isnt a gremlin#like he's still small#for cuteness purposes#but not up to your knee or waist#nobody gonna read these lmao#except red.#im watching you red.#anyway red do you think rambley watches skibidi toilet /j#jk he would never#...unless?
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#lee felix#skz#i just feel like#these need to be#on their own#i’m obsessed#his hair#his smile omg#bbl
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Going back to Mando s3 thoughts and specifically complaints I thought were dumb: being mad Din still hates droids in Mando s3
Why would liking/trusting one droid override Din’s childhood trauma of watching his parents and village be slaughtered by battle droids, and then have a battle droid aim its blaster directly in his face? I mean…can we just really think for a moment here. “I thought he grew past this!” Honestly I don’t think he ever will grow past it and if Din Djarin lives his entire life hating droids, especially battle droids, I personally think it makes a lot of sense actually.
#din djarin#the mandalorian#i just feel like#people focus too much on the small and petty things they deicded were an issue#din being triggered and attacking battle droids on sight is literally the most din djarin thing ever
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love shipping peter lukas, but also there is no way that guy loves anyone in any way at all
#i mean#lonelyeyes#is a fun ship#but i just really can't see their relationship as anything more than a frenemies love-hate relationship (emphasis on the hate lol)#i just feel like#as an avatar of the lonely#he wouldn't really be that close to people#don't get me wrong i'm sure he has people he's closer to but idk#tma#tma headcanons#tma peter lukas#peter lukas#the lonely#tma the lonely
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12 days of kolowv: day 7
my baby @theapocryphaofantares's birthday is in seven (!!!) days, and because i love him with all my heart he gets a small microfic every day until he gets his big present on his actual birthday.
prompt: scorch | bartylily | words: 2,312 | explicit
The bludgeoning, bright sun is too much for Barty. He’s overheating, his hair is sticking to his face, and he wants nothing more than to dunk himself in a pool of ice water—maybe drown himself, too, while he’s at it.
It’s the annual neighborhood block party, something that Barty absolutely loathes. He doesn’t care about seeing his neighbors, let alone socializing with them. White plastic tables are littered with red, solo cups, and multicolored plastic chairs are scattered along the street. Aggravating, repetitive pop songs are being played from the large speaker that sits in the Vance’s yard, and the culmination of that along with roars of laughter and yelling makes his head want to explode. He’s tried going back inside the house multiple times, but each time his dad catches him, and an empty threat is thrown at him. So he’s sitting here in an old camping chair outside his yard, slinking down in his chair, miserable.
He’s staring at all of the people who are hanging out in the middle of the street, and he just doesn’t understand the appeal of pretending to like these people just so they can have an excuse to get publicly drunk. He’s itching for a cigarette, and the pack in his pocket is practically teasing him at this point. He looks around to try and find his dad, and when he does, he sees that he’s standing in a circle with a couple of other adults, chattering away. As he gets up from the uncomfortable, ripped-up camping chair, he feels his other pockets to make sure that he has his lighter with him, too. He makes his way through the crowd, trying to get out of the way of the running children with water guns and moms holding trays of lemonade.
However, he doesn’t do a very good job of being careful because he bumps into someone.
And that someone just so happens to be his neighbor, Lily Evans.
“Barty?” She asks, looking up and smiling at him. “What are you doing here?”
Barty takes a good look at the girl in front of him, and it takes everything in him not to start fucking drooling when he sees that Lily is wearing a tight, yellow sundress. Freckles sprinkled across her sun-kissed skin and her long, red hair is pulled into a high ponytail, and Barty wants to trace his fingers along her skin and tangle them in her hair.
“What are you doing here?” Barty asks her, not really wanting to answer her question.
“I’m back for the summer,” she says. “You know, summer break and all of that.”
“How’s college?” He asks, and he feels silly doing small talk but he doesn’t know what else to do. His brain is short-circuiting and it’s almost like he forgot how to form words and questions. There is only one person who has ever made him feel this way, and of course it’s Lily fucking Evans.
He never forgot the night when he gave Lily her first kiss on her sixteenth birthday, and if he’s going to be honest, he still thinks about it almost daily. They never really saw each other after that. Sure, they saw each other in the hallways here and there, but it was back to how it was—Lily ignoring him and Barty pretending that Lily Evans never existed despite him constantly thinking about her. Lily had given James another chance after he left her hanging that night, and Barty wanted to tell her that she deserved better than that.
But it’s not like he was able to give her anything better than what James offered.
“College is good,” she replies. “Is college good for you?”
“Yeah,” Barty says. He looks around, trying to find any excuse to get out of there. The more that he’s standing in front of Lily, the more he keeps thinking about her soft lips and the way that she tasted like strawberry lip gloss and it’s something that he wouldn’t mind tasting again. “Anyway, I’m going to go—”
“Where are you going?” She asks.
“I was going to go for a smoke—”
“Come with me,” Lily says, grabbing Barty’s hand. “You can help me make more lemonade.”
Before Barty can decline, Lily’s already dragging him to her house. He doesn’t miss the way that Lily’s dad glares at Barty when they walk past him in the yard, but he doesn’t give two fucks. He remembers that Lily told him a couple of years ago that her parents warned her that Barty was a bad influence, and ever since then, he couldn’t care less about what her dad thinks.
When they walk inside the house, it looks exactly like how it did when they were kids. The foyer is full of carefully placed family photos, tacky floral print wallpaper, and shoes neatly lined up on the shoe rack. Lily kicks off her sandals and doesn’t bother placing them with the others, so Barty follows what she does and takes off his shoes.
The music can still be heard from outside, and when Barty walks further into the house, it’s a little more quiet. Lily is standing in the kitchen, and she looks so beautiful here. There’s something with the way that her bare feet patter along the hardwood laminate floors while she’s grabbing the glass pitcher that makes Barty want to see her like this all the time.
“Petunia is supposed to be on lemonade duty, but somehow I got stuck with it,” Lily explains while she’s grabbing a bag of lemons. “Did you see her new boyfriend?”
“I haven’t seen her at all,” Barty answers. He walks over to where Lily is, stands right next to her, and leans against the counter. He’s watching her intently as she pulls out the cutting board from the dishwasher and places a few lemons on them. “How’d they meet?”
“They’re in some club together in college,” Lily replies, shrugging. “He’s okay. His name is Vernon.”
Barty snorts. “What kind of name is Vernon?”
“Same could be said for Bartemius,” Lily teases.
“Whatever,” Barty mutters. Lily lets out a giggle and starts to cut the lemons, she’s just cutting them in half and placing them carelessly on the counter—some of them hit the cutting board, and some kind of fall right near it. Lily is humming to herself as she’s focusing.
“Can you go grab the pitcher and fill it with water?” She asks, turning her head towards him. “I meant to do that earlier but spaced it.”
Barty nods his head, taking the pitcher that’s still full of ice and fills it up to the brim with water from the sink. When he carefully tries to walk closer to Lily to bring her the pitcher, she must not realize that he’s standing right behind her.
Because she walks straight back into him, and water backsplashes on Barty and some gets on the back of Lily’s dress. It takes everything in Barty not to drop the glass that’s in his hands, but his shirt is soaking wet and the crotch of his pants is wet, too.
Lily quickly turns around, looking at him in horror as she sees that his shirt is sticking to his skin.
“Barty, I’m so sorry!” She says loudly, grabbing the rag that was hanging from the oven. She frantically starts to dab the rag on his torso, as if that was going to do anything. “Shit, I didn’t realize that you were right behind me—”
“Lily, it’s fine,” he says, his voice calm. “I can just run home and get changed.”
“No, no, I think I have some clothes that might fit you,” she says, still dabbing the towel on him. She’s so close to him, and his heart is pounding. He grabs her hand, stopping her from trying to dry something that more than a rag will do. “Okay, yeah, sorry, just follow me upstairs.”
She tosses the towel on the counter and starts to make her way down the hallway and up the stairs, Barty following right behind her while also trying to minimize much movement considering everything that he’s wearing is fucking wet and cold.
When he said that he wanted to dunk himself in a pool of ice water, he didn’t mean it. He’d rather get burned from the sun than have cold water on his skin like this. Lily walks into the bedroom that’s on the left at the end of the hallway, and when she opens the door, her room looks different.
It seems like it’s the only place in the house that changed since Barty was here when he was a kid. Her pink walls were now white. The posters of popular boy bands were long gone, replaced by multiple cork bulletin boards that are covered of photos of Lily and her friends. Her bright pink, twin-sized bed was replaced by a queen bed with regular white sheets; her room just didn’t feel like Lily anymore.
She must have sensed that because after Barty walked inside, she shut the door behind him.
“My parents slowly are re-doing my room,” she explains. “Feels weird, huh?”
“Yeah,” Barty murmurs, walking up to one of the bulletin boards. He looks at the photos and it’s just Lily with some people he doesn’t even recognize. Some were people they’ve known since high school, but the others? They must be from college.
His attention gets drawn to Lily when she starts going through her closet and pulls out an over-sized t-shirt and a pair of old gym shorts. She hands them over to him, and he takes them with a confused look.
“Where the fuck did these shorts come from?” He asks, holding them up to show her.
“They’re from high school for gym class, see?” She points at the logo at the bottom left of them. “Anyway, I’ll turn around.”
“No need,” Barty says, as he tosses the dry clothes on the edge of her bed. Lily doesn’t move. In fact, she stares at him as he strips off his soaked shirt and tosses it on the floor. He can feel her eyes gazing at his chest, and he smirks. “Hey, Lily, eyes up here.”
She snaps back into reality and blinks a few times, looking at him. Her face starts to turn pink, and she bites her lip.
“Sorry,” she says. She takes a couple of steps forward, and Barty sucks in his breath when Lily starts to softly trace the tattoos that are on his chest. “These are new.”
Barty doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t know what to really say to her—so instead, he allows her to touch him, caressing her fingers along the black lines that are embedded on his skin.
He’s not sure what happens.
Because the next thing he knows, Lily is looking up at him like he’s a constellation in the sky—in awe and amazement and admiration. She goes on her tippy toes and her lips are ghosting over his and he’s having a hard time remembering to breathe.
“Can I?” She whispers, her eyes fluttering closed.
He doesn’t say anything, because he’s already beaten her to it. His lips are on hers, and it’s like everything has fallen right into place. Her lips still taste like the strawberry lip gloss from the first time they kissed, and it’s moments like these where he’s thanking whatever fucking deity exists that he gets to have another chance to kiss Lily.
It goes from soft, tender kisses to desperation and eagerness. It’s more frantic, and Lily shivers under his touch when he slides the straps of her dress off her shoulders. He kisses along her jawline, peppering them down her neck and to her shoulder. She tilts her neck, giving him more room to work with and he wants to leave a mark—wants Lily to have something to remind her of him.
But he doesn’t.
Instead, he brings his lips back onto hers, and she starts walking him towards the bed, their lips never leaving each other. She pushes him down on the bed, and before he can sit up, Lily is already straddling his lap.
He runs his hands up her thighs, and she gasps against his mouth and he takes that opportunity to slide his tongue over her teeth. Lily is sweet and tart and everything in between.
They take their time unraveling each other, finding ways to make each other gasp and beg and whimper. It’s roaming hands, flicking tongues, quivering thighs, sticky sheets, and Barty feels on fucking cloud nine. Lily’s soft moans and panting on repeat in his ear as she tells him to move faster, stay right there, keep going.
It’s pure ecstasy, the way that Lily’s tight around him, and the way that their movements are messy and urgent. It’s the way that Lily comes, the way that she shudders and the way that she says his name like she’s worshipping and praising him.
Lily Evans makes him feel on fire—with every touch, she’s burning him and creating her own mark on him—visible or not. His skin feels like it’s littered with scorch marks and when he tucks some of her fallen hair out of her face, he can’t help but want more.
#kolowv tag <3#india's writing#barty crouch jr#the marauders era#the marauders#harry potter#bartylily#barty x lily#lily x barty#i just feel like#THESE BITCHES NEVER LET ME LIVE LIKE GET OUT OF MY HEAD#STOP LETTING ME WRITE 2K WORDS OF THEM#i will never be free from bartylily#and this is all lane's and kolowv's and renn's fault#anyway#fanfiction#marauders fanfiction#marauders fanfic#marauders fic#marauders era#12 days of kolowv
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after listening to the new Lasko audio I’m very sure smthn horrible and devastating is abt to happen
#redacted asmr#redacted audio#redactedverse#redacted damn crew#redacted lasko#I just feel like#they’re too happy rn#smthns up#I don’t trust it
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Kit I just found and fell in love with you Regency AU! It’s so good! I’ve always been a sucker for regency but yours is my favorite so far!!! Do you have plans to put it on ao3 at all?
ah this is a great ask and thank you for loving the regency au!! I would love to one day put in on ao3 because I think it’s reached a point on tumblr where there’s a natural beginning (they meet at the ball) and conclusion (the resolution of their misunderstandings)
it’s such a complete au that it really belongs on ao3 but there are so many gaps that would take thousands of words to fill to make it a full ao3 story —but it’s also so developed that I also don’t want to post it as just those snippets in an anthology like KUWSK
so mostly I’m just like waiting for the inspiration to write the 15-20k necessary to tie the main 6 ficlets together
#asks#obikin#squick tag: a/b/o#regency au#so whenever that inspo kicks in!!#it can go on ao3#I just feel like#it would be a disservice to the au to post it as anthology at this point cause all the snippets#are around the same#time period and sequential
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I know a lot of people have a lot of feelings about the tusken massacre scene with the whole 'omg anakin skywalker killed everyone the women and children too'
and go he's horrible he killed innocents and im like. yeah that line of thought is valid.
but also
Anakin being tormented about his mother's death, finding her and thinking he's in time, realising he's not - that there's no way to save his mother dont you see she's dying please- she cant even finish telling him she loves him, she's been brutalised in every way possible for a whole month, only her hope to see him keeping her alive. and in that moment, his helplessnes, her torture and death, the rage and anger at the tuskens because gods they didnt even make it quick they tortured her why did they do this why didn't they stop? the entire camp? why did none of them let her go
i dont begrudge him that entire situation. people can talk all they want about moral high grounds; no sane person would do that; he shouldn't have killed them all but c'mon. that situation was fucked up and down right horrifying and yeah he fucked up but i can see how he got to where he did and why he did what he did in that situation
#i dunno#i just feel like#of course he blew up in a high pressure situation like that#anakin skywalker#ah#shmi's death makes me sad#and anakin killing the tuskens kinda gives me a justified feeling but also a sad feeling#justified cus revenge for his mom#sad cus he shouldn't have to go through that#moonbeam thoughts#star wars why you do this man
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I don’t think we as a fandom collectively look at James’ parents enough.
And I don’t mean their life. I mean their death.
Because they died before 1981, which means James was well enough alive when they died, and had to grieve and lose both of them.
Within canon (ew) it’s presumed they died between 1978 to 1980, and I think there is a lot to explore there.
Losing family, anyone is hard enough, but during a war? Even harder, I could imagine.
But we don’t explore that enough. Like James didn’t have any biological family besides them. All of them are dead beside his parents before this. He canonically had no aunts or uncle, which equals to no cousins. He obviously had no siblings, the closest thing he had to one being Sirius.
So losing all his family at 18 is so hard and honestly terrifying.
They died within days of each other, from dragon poxes due to their age. And like, we need to talk about that.
Cause imagine (or well don’t) losing both of your parents that close together? Imagine that during a wizarding war. You’re finishing school, about to go fight a war and boom your parents die.
We should talk about this more.
#I think about this an unhealthy amount#like it’s interesting for his character to#because with how older they were he must have been aware of this?#i now I would#I just feel like#there’s a lot to unpack there#james potter#maurder era#regulus black#jegulus#sunseeker#starchaser#sirius black#jsp- marauder era#remus lupin#peter pettigrew#james fleamont potter#fleamont potter#euphemia potter#james potter angst#james potter headcanon#james potter kinnie
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#i just feel like#wishing you guys to have a great weekend :)#that's all lol#take care always and stay safe yes? 🖤
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next up in my hockey rpf adventures: how fast can leon and bedard give mcdavid a headache
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idk why the Bad Kids had consumed me again but i can't escape atp
#bro like idk what it was#it's like a switched flipped and now they're all i think about again#also the crew of the mynock obviously#i just feel like#sw campaign is one of those pieces of media you come across once in a lifetime
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watching physical 100 and for their next season, their first competition to eliminate 50 people should be the Fitness Gram Pacer Test
#physical 100#fitness#fitness gram pacer test#competition#south korea#i just feel like#that would be equally funny and traumatic#also a great way to start a game show from hell
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Craaaaazy how the most crucial developmental period on pern (the two years between the Southern Continent being officially “opened” and the discovery of AIVAS) happens in like a page and a half of Renegades, objectively a pretty forgettable and irrelevant book that isn’t even really about wider-world politics until the last little chunk
#I just feel like#maybe there was more to talk about there#rather than Piemur being like yeah a bunch of people moved south and also Menolly had a baby#it was a period of massive social upheaval and technological advancement#and this was BEFORE they even found Aivas#but oh well#we get to reap the rewards in all the weyrs I suppose#renegades reread#renegades of pern#pern reread#all the weyrs of pern#pern#dragonriders of pern#anne mccaffery
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