closed starter for @youllalwaysbemyporcelain ( jack shephard & cj hook )
"watch out !" jack called out to a stranger standing by the curb . before waiting to see if his verbal warning worked , jack yanked the person by the wrist and pulled them out of harm's way as a car sped past . "pretty sure that guy just ran a red light ," he spoke as he watched the car ride out from view .
i have a special kind of annoyance for people who say fall out boy (or any band!) look “sad” or “bored” because they’re standing still while playing or have a serious expression like. just say you know nothing about them and also have zero respect for neurodivergent people and/or people who’ve had surgeries that restrict their movement and go
The unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching begins to fill the air. Whoever is coming seems to have brought some company along…
They are getting closer… and closer… and closer…
…and closer…
……until..................
"Goooooood evenin'!!" Comes the loud greeting from a certain blond man. A big smile on his face and all.
"We beg your pardon for our prolonged absence. It was completely beyond our control..." Then adds the gentleman standing by his side, apologizing on behalf of both, offering a genuine smile along with the apology.
"...BUT! We're back!" And hopefully for good this time…
idk if it's obvious but in the forsy offseason training vid the reporter asks "how do your legs feel, you know, for a man who, well, some see as a greek god" and forsy is just hand on hip staring off fondly in the distance he knows damn well who some is like even at home he's never living that ekky thirst quote down linked together forever just how ekky drew it up
OH YOU GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING ME
MAN HAUNTED BY HIS PARTNERS HORNINESS EVEN IN SWEDEN IM GONNA CRY EKKY LOOK WHAT YOUVE DONE THIS MAN IS GETTING HARASSED IN HIS OWN HOMETOWN OH MY GOD CAN HE NOT HAVE PEACE
I think the readers overall were not keen on that final chapter but that's okay it was my first go at the 'epilogue with a baby' structure and I may have made it overly twee or something (or maybe even not twee enough, idk) and so I shall not do it next time I write a multichapter (assuming there is a next time which is something I argue with myself about because Oh So Conflicted). But either way I don't need to write any more of that fic as it is done now. Hurrah!
one of my small, petty, and evil pleasures is completely ignoring my roommate when she's just babbling for my attention. just going about my life in silence like she's not even there. it drives her mad i know it does
I KEEP FUCKING STUMBLING UPON WINCEST ART AND YES THE ART IS GOOD BUT THE SHIP I REEEAAAALLY DO NOT LIKE BECAUSE wtf. HOWEVER I AM A MAJOR DESTIEL SHIPPER AND I KEEP THINKING THE WINCEST SHIP ART IS CAS AND DEAN BUT LIKE A LITTLE OLDER LIKE HOW DEAN HAS A BEARD IN THE WINCHESTERS. I KEEP MISTAKING SAM FOR DEAN AND DEAN FOR CAS AND THEN I READ THE TAGS AND I GET A LIL JUMPSCARE ONCE I SEE THAT GOD DAMN TAG
I like how I said a while back that my Astarion origin run was gonna be him doing the act 3 thoughts about his actions but with his act 1 sass and power hunger, but now that I made him trans my brain is trying to apply that special transmasc Rage onto him
While he’d had Diluc’s Vision in his care, Kaeya often spoke to it. Updates on how things were going in Mondstadt, on Jean and the Knights, quiet admissions on how much he missed him and hoped he was alright. Demands he come back to Mond alive, if not for the family he’d discarded, if not for the Knights, then for those at the Dawn Winery at the very least. They missed him more than anyone.
Kaeya doubted Diluc could even hear them, but if there was a chance those words could reach him, that Diluc could somehow be reassured through whatever turmoil he was facing in that moment and given some burst of determination to succeed through the worst from them, Kaeya would still ensure not a day went by without speaking to the Vision, conversations scarcely more than two hours apart if he could help it. It was a childish, most likely vain hope, he knew. But nothing and no one, including himself, would ever have been able to curb the habit.
Anything to make sure that Vision never once dulled to emptiness.