#i love them so much i could cry

[zifey]

yolo art…. i love yolo… WATCH YOLO!!!!!!!

[kamenridergaysex]

he is my partner, and i need him / then i'll find you again, no matter what

[syvellsworld]

Lord Of The Lost- 15 year anniversary tour. Leipzig, Haus Auensee, 27th April 2024.

[cafe-mouse]

new teenie friends acquired!! 💕

[ocean-pie]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you 💖

✦ The sea (Like, in general, anything ocean related, the smell of the sea and the sound of the waves. Beaches have always been a safe place for me)

✦ Ppl rambling (Seriously, the amount of times a person I don't know just comes and starts talking about anything bc yes. It gives me serotonin)

✦ Climb trees

✦ My dogs ♡

✦ Draw

[thatsojasminesworld]

Flower Children♥️🥀🌷🌺🌸🪻💐🌼🌻

[eggsnspanky]

That's the kinda power he feels Stolas has over him. And he willingly crawled up those steps himself, allowing the chains to be placed.

do we…

maybe wanna

talk about this orrr…

[hinamie]

"I'll show you every day that choosing to live was worth it"

some of my favourite scenes from @hijinks-n-lowjinks' fic things i would miss from the other side . this fic tore my heart out fr but like in a good way and i wanted to pay it homage the only way i know how <3

[crazyf0rswayze]

This is probably the first song I heard by The Score and now they're my favorite band. I love Eddie's voice so much, and my earbuds make it easy to hear both his background vocals and Edans. Aaaa I love them so much. They inspire me so much. This song specifically makes me feel like I can do anything. Makes top ten on my list of favs from them.

[shadowhaert]

missing someone bad for you

trista mateer / trista mateer / sue zhao / u.k / u.k / clementine von radics / trista mateer

[linipik]

6000+ years, together

[passingnights]

A flower, clutched and crushing in her hands, the blue-white staining and eating her fingertips— a cyanotype. She gazes across the battlefield. She sneaks into the bedchambers of a beloved she kept too close, kept too far. 

Karna stands in replaced positions. A Colin sized position. An Ariana sized position.

Her heart skips a beat as she skims over Deli’s haphazardly hidden notes. She finds motes of anger, of resentment, of despair and heartbreak at the corners of rapid heartbeats. She pulls and tugs at them, rearranging herself. Presentable. Useful. Disposable. 

She slides her note underneath the pillows of Delissandro Katzon’s bed. A quiet confession. A hopeful confession. She must survive.

She is dying, she is a child, she is in love. She hopes and she fears as tears crawl down her face and the rot eats her body. She knows the ways of war and the smell of murder better than the scent of a well prepared meal in the comforts of home. She knows the quick breath of death and the slow of a pulse better than the warmth of a family and the embrace of a lover. “She died nine years ago”.

At the bottom of the earth, in the embrace of Heart of the World, her story ends in a realm unknown to the rest. All the fighting to survive, the lies and the murder, the whispering of secret secrets and the blood dripping from the end of a blade. It all comes to a rest. Karna gives in to her exhaustion with an exhale (exhale, exhale). Eyes closed and a prayer to no god. A Hunger greets this tired warrior.

Cold steel rips apart her torn body. She dies and no one will mourn her. She dies and no mother, no sister, no lover will leave flowers by her gravestone, no eulogies sung, an insignificant name. 

She dies and she looks at the face of her lover. A letter remains underneath his pillows. Will he mourn for her?

“The only secret I have left, is that I love you” and in a title that was never made for her— “Signed, Sklad Karna Solara of Scoville”.

The Pawn resigns.

[kitamars]

inhaling insane amounts of copium rn

[deoidesign]

when your main characters start dating after years of writing so they finally get to be like this

[computed-dear]

love is the voice under all silences the hope which has no opposite in fear the strength so strong mere force is feebleness the truth more first than sun more last than star - do lovers love? why then to heaven with hell. whatever sages say and fools, all’s well

being to timelesness as it's to time by E. E. Cummings

lines above from three poems by E. E. Cummings:

it is so long since my heart has been with yours

your homecoming will be my homecoming

silently if, out of not knowable

[finaldisorder]

She's silent. She's ever so silent, and although Lee had never been a very uppity, loud-spoken child, she had at least known how to have fun, and this wasn't feeling like very much fun right now. He had just won the longest game of Hide-and-Seek he had ever played in his weird existence, and nobody was celebrating. Nobody is cheering, giving him a medal, a little trophy - Hell, he would take a participation ribbon at this point. But things are weird, and although he is also weird (the definition of weird; Fred's face is in the dictionary next to the word, he's certain of it), this just feels ... well, weird.

The second his hands are pried off of her shoulders, he cocks his head like a curious dog, one hand lifting to ruffle through bright orange locks once more in confusion. She's all grown up. She's got curved and tits and age to her, and he's conflicted again and again. They'd been best friends since she was tiny. He had grown with her, had watched her transform into a beautiful young lady, and he had been proud because he helped do that. Not the Megabitch, although it seemed she had a hand in other things.

Like making Lee quiet and reserved and boring.

Then she's speaking, and it's so reserved, so full of ... something. It's full of something that Fred isn't accustomed to. It reminds him of very late, very dark nights where he had snuck her out of the house and spooky noises in the forests made them shriek and run back inside or into the barn. The waver of her tone is hardly present, but present enough for someone who has known her since her early years. "Okay, well. I think it's stupid."

He didn't like change. He wanted things to go back to what they were - mud pies in the kitchen and babbling brook tea made with 'tea leaves' found outside. He elects to ignore the time he told her to grab the poison ivy out back because it would make a banger tea.

"I've always been grown up, but not a grown-up. Grown Ups are idiots who don't know how to have a good time."

At her comment about his height the man scoffs; one hand lifts, clutching at invisible pearls. His entire demeanour is that of an accosted Christian suburban mom who had just heard some scandalizing news. "I beg your-" Gasp. "Well, I nev-" Scoff. "Taller than me?" He steps forward, closing some more distance between them and tilting his head the opposite way, staring at her with curiosity and a quip locked and loaded on his tongue about how she'll never be taller than him, and if she ever were, he'd just bonk her on the head until she shrunk.

The words do not come out, however, as her hands on his shoulders and her next question has him lifting both brows so high, they nearly disappear into his hairline. Glancing at her hands placed upon him, a softness dulls his ever-present manic gaze, small smile tipping the edge of his lips as well. He's missed her. Fred will never admit to it, but he missed her more than anything. "Well, duuuh-eer."

He lifts his own hands lazily, melodramatically, twirling listlessly in the air at his sides before he flashes her a grin; maybe it's a bit strained, but he's never really been one to take things seriously. "I've been in there so long, I've got cobwebs everywhere, and I do mean-" He leans in a bit, dropping his voice to a loud stage whisper as he points Southward. "Everywhere."

A pause, a snort of a laugh. "And what little box have you been in all this time, Snotrag?" There is still a little concern in his gaze, but he's mostly curious - he isn't aware of the dangers lurking and stalking and breathing within the walls, despite feeling the evil that lived there in every pore of his body. "You're all... big now. I bet you got yourself a big girl job in the big girl city. I bet you don't even play Pirates anymore!"

Oh, the SCANDAL!

It starts first as mild confusion, brows furrowing a touch as she scoots back from the chest as it's sprung open with such force. Then, as everything in her room starts flying and tumbling and crashing, that's when Lee finally scrambles to her feet and realizes -   really, really realizes...

Things weren't being tossed around on their own.

Amber gaze grows doe wide as the chaos halts by the sound of a final crash-landing somewhere on the other side of her bed, and only when the next sound comes like that of a party-popper right in front of her does she actually jolt. No noise of surprise, but it does catch in her chest, nearly betraying her streak of silence. The green catches something else in her chest, too, though, and all at once it feels like a flood has opened and tumbled around in her head.   Snotrag   echoes with the crashing waves and suddenly...   she remembers.

       ❝ ..  million, trillion years.. ❞   God, it really felt like that, didn't it? Like a canyon cracked open in the ground of her mental fortitude revealing everything in that abyss she'd been questioning for the last who knew how many years. She can suddenly see to the bottom of it, clear as day. See all those memories that Momma swept under the rugs, boxed up and tossed away.

Boxed up and tossed away like...

       ❝ Drop Dead Fred ... ❞

The same moment that he stops, hand outstretched like he was going to shove her, Lee freezes up, too. Not so quite out of the ordinary:   she's stock still, hands pinned to either side of her, shoulders rigid like someone had just cast a spell on her and seized her up. The spell's only broken as soon as he turns away and retches, Lee blinking against the scene with complete awe. He used to be so much taller, didn't he? Now when he crumpled up, jerked his body around as such, he almost seemed as small as she was once. It furrows her brows that much more.   Just how long had it been?   Uglier is the next snap out of her reverie, expression twisting just a slight at the lips   ( there's a little offense taken;   Momma says that, too. ).   All grown up and yet she couldn't remember what growing up felt like. Funny how that worked.

He snags her at her shoulders and she shakes like there's no resistance to her at all. Just wide eyed lash-batting and the eventual rise of her hands to try and pry his off of her. He asks her why she'd grow up   ( ❛ You were allowed to grow up, Lee.. ❜ )   and for some reason she doesn't think it's rhetorical. Finally, Lee's manage to un-shake herself, stilling enough to answer without her voice wobbling like she was.

       ❝ That's what people do, Fred, ❞   she squeaks, shaking her head a little. Now it's her turn to size him up, giving him a once over and cantering her head aside. Her eyes land for a while on his shock of orange hair, and suddenly her expression softens almost slack. Her hand twitches, wants to reach, but stays where it is.   ❝ You've always been grown up, right?  Look at you. ❞   A blink.   ❝ ... Am I taller than you? ❞

There's a lot more rattling around in her head and her chest now as she's grappling the scene they're in -   grappling Fred by his shoulders now, like he was a different form of corporeal and could disappear again any second. There's certainly confusion in her eyes and in her expression, but mostly, there was a funny type of...   relief.  Relief, a little bit of joy, and then, in one massive, overpowering wave...   Guilt.

       ❝ ... You've been in that box all these years? This whole time?... ❞