#i shed a tear reading this

[leo-and-me]

“I'm proud to say that Brent was my neighbour living in a modest house across the street. He was a most unassuming and humble person who doted over his cat, Licorice. Often we'd find him wondering around looking for "Lic" because Brent needed to go someplace and Lic had to be brought inside. One day I found him on his roof with a ladder precariously perched against an eve. "What are you doing there?", I asked. "I thought I should clean the eavestroughs", he responded. I helped him down and suggested that he had others do that. Other times, we would hear him pounding on his piano and singing the most wonderful songs. He will be missed.” - A commenter, speaking about being neighbours with Brent Carver.

[explodingstarlight]

I adore this little family

slightly more zoomed in version:

[hanaonesflower]

How does one write such exquisite words?

I LOVE Onyankopon. He is FEARLESS. Everyone on that plane is either a survey corps member very much accustomed to taking on Titans or they ARE a Titan or BOTH. Onyankopon is just a dude with giant balls very skilfully flying a plane that’s clearly over the weight limit bc of his giant balls. He might as well be flying that plane over an active volcano, if the turbulence don’t take them out, the heat or Zeke’s rock throwing might do it but that ain’t a problem for him. I swear if he doesn’t survive this to spend his final years on little old man tea dates with Levi reminiscing about the time Hange nearly yeeted them all to their collective deaths when Onyan let her drive their hire car in Marley bc she yanked so hard on the handbrake she pulled it out then I am DONE

[oh-jail-for-mother]

when the creature in Frankenstein said, "Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust?" and when The Last Days of Judas Iscariot said, "Why didn't you make me good enough so that you could've loved me?" ANYWAY IN THIS ESSAY I WILL—

[a-chaotic-dumbass]

when its time to cry over house tully again and edmure's kindness and care for his people and brynden's loyalty to a seemingly dead cause and hoster's grief and regret over lysa's marriage by his last days and catelyn's love for her family which ran so deep that she now haunts the riverlands as a punishment for those who wronged them

[cto10121]

Book Fiyero: *immediately recognizes Elphaba and stations himself at the backdoor to prevent her from evading him, stalks her halfway across town to her aerie (even though at that point in time she was only a college friend he hadn’t seen in five years), insists on seeing her again, instinctively goes to comfort her when she first cries, gets sucked into increasingly deep and fraught conversations with her about collateral damage and freedom fighter terrorism, calls her the “most individual, the most separate, the most real” DURING AN ARGUMENT, says he adores Elphaba’s looks IN THAT SAME ARGUMENT, doesn’t understand Elphaba’s “being born with a talent or an inclination for goodness is the aberration” comment because (implied) he sincerely believes Elphaba isn’t evil, changes his mind about the plight of the Animals all by himself but doesn’t mention it to Elphaba because he is afraid she would distance himself from him, buys scarves for both his wife and Elphaba even though only Elphaba likes scarves, is so concerned for Elphaba and her dangerous Lurlinemas Eve mission that he stalks her instead of staying at his club or just leaving town altogether, and is so worried about her that he returns to the aerie just to see her*

Also Book Fiyero: Am I in love with Elphaba?

[niclepto]

[witchhatgnat]

so i've been reading the Spider-Gwen comics cause I have terminal brain worms now and like. she's been trans coded since before atsv (which i know isn't original to point out but it's fun to see). anyways, here's one of my favorite moments i've come across so far while reading

spoilers for Spider-Gwen [II] #3 (2016)

this conversation Gwen has with Jessica Drew fucks me up so bad. like the way Gwen prefaces her question and describes herself as strange and a weirdo is SOOO. and then she asks about the other Gwen Stacy and what she was like, and it reads like she's asking about what her life would be like if she was cis. and it gets couched in the language of "normal" and not, which is absolutely a trap i fall into sometimes. and then Jess says something that made me cry.

"Look, I get it. I understand dreaming of a simpler life... But, trust me. The hard times, the times when you're unsure, those are just how you figure out who you are. What your life means. Focus on today. Be the best Gwen Stacy that you can be. Right here, right now."

and when you read those words as a statement about gender and transness they hit so much harder. cause in my experience, when i'm unsure i usually find a new part of myself that i didn't know existed. it's never easy and it's almost always a little scary, but i come out the other end more sure of who i want to be and where i'm heading. Gwen needs to stop worrying about what could've been and start thinking about who she is. not other Gwens, but her specifically

[fanatic-freakshow]

Quote that may contain possible spoilers for book 8 - you've been warned.

Xie Lian

You said... You would never leave me.

Hua Cheng

But I will never leave you. I will come back. Your Highness, believe me.

Xie Lian

Forever does exist. There's one person who can achieve it. I believe.

HEAVEN OFFICIAL'S BLESSING, book 8

It looks like XL is not the only one to have a very devoted believer.

[ralibo14]

Unfortunately I don't have anything new to offer to this special day (forgetting my fav characters birthdays is the biggest curse😭😭😭). University is also very time consuming.

All I can do is repost my manga colouring.

I don't know what can I say. I always become speechless if I have to talk about Ray's and Isabella's relationship. It's just simply too complex to be explained in one post.

[doodoodinklefart]

i'll turn it into a song

[trappedinafantasy37]

Minthara making fun of Shadowheart for being a cleric: 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Minthara making fun of me for being a cleric: 😥😥😥😥

[thekenobee]

A while ago, a fellow Sharpe&Aubreyad fan followed me on Instagram. Today I received a parcel from him, the parcel which travelled half of the globe as he lives in the US and I live in Poland, and even though I knew what was in the box- him having written to me beforehand, saying that he would love me to have these Sharpe Folio Editions- I opened the parcel, and cried for a little bit.

Here's to Internet friends, and to not being afraid of being passionate about what you love, because, sooner or later, you will find your tribe.

[65bananba]

fuckign hate how everytime i miss kim dokja im like. "i miss kim dokja" *opens orv*

"i miss kim dokja" *opens orv*

"i miss kim dokja" *opens orv*

"i miss kim dokja" *opens orv*

"i miss kim dokja" *opens orv*

"i miss kim dokja" *opens orv*

"i miss kim dokja" *opens or

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room, and his voice is a familiar sound

to absolutely NO ONE'S surprise, here's some rayllum making out <3

The sun of the day they’d set off had just reached its peak when fatigue finally started taking its toll on Callum. Yawns, slower and sloppier flaps of his wings as he lost altitude bit by bit, speed considerably dropping, too.

Rayla only suggested stopping when land finally blend into view, the green and yellows and oranges of badlands a welcome shift from the constant icy blues below, making sickness churn perpetually, deep in her gut from the very start.

Still a bit rocky steering-wise, but at least not dropping as much as she had initially, Rayla maneuvred herself closer to Callum, pointing ahead even as he smiled sleepily, droopily at her from a few feet above.

A soft wing brushed her hand, a feather shedding, and Rayla curled her fingers around it as she told him, “Let’s take a break. You look exhausted.”

He shook his head, clearly forcing himself to brighten up and soar just a bit higher for her benefit. “I’m okay! Just- just zoned out.”

“Callum.”

“Rayla,” he hummed happily, shooting her a cheeky grin.

He barrel-rolled to soar under her on his back, smiling up at her lazily as Rayla shot him her best pleading eyes. “I’m tired, too. Just a wee break?”

She yawned in a manner she was well aware was by no means convincing, but Callum had never been one to refuse her anything, especially not now, not with… that. Not with his fingertips and shuddering gasps still slathered over every inch of her skin, not with that unfair way he’d smirked at her from above in the dim lighting with the feel of one hand on her face and the other between her legs still hot everywhere.

And he claimed she was selfless. They had all the time in the world now, the prison finally secure and his family safe and her parents just within their reach. The first moment they’d had to breathe in what felt like eons. But he was rushing, wanting to get her parents back as soon as possible, as if she couldn’t afford to add another two hours to what was already nine years of waiting.

But maybe she could be a little selfish by taking advantage of the break. That would be for her benefit, which was what he’d been focused on. So it wouldn’t be a lie, necessarily. Just an… ulterior motive.

His eyes sparkled in gratitude, and he managed to land a light, glancing kiss to her hand, his aim off without his hands to take her, to hold her. Rayla giggled, blowing a kiss back and melting at the way he mimed catching it against his chest with both wings, rolling again–showing off for her, clearly, which was even dorkier and sweeter and Callum–to regain his balance and momentum.

Six more rounds of exchanging blown kisses through the wind were exchanged by the time Rayla finally led them to touch down at a plateau carved into the side of a mountain.

Callum went first, banishing his wings so he could help steady her as she landed, stumbling into his arms as the sensation of weightlessness vanished.

“You alright?” he asked, following through with tucking a strand of hair behind her ear like he’d almost done that night spent huddled up on the freezing boat.

Rayla nodded, straightening but keeping their hands together just because she could. Because she could touch him and he could touch her, and they had. “You never fail to catch me, Mister Mage.”

read more on ao3 :)

[theriverbeyond]

thinking about Cam in BOE custody and holding so tightly onto Palamades' bones before she even knew for sure he was really in there, through BOE torture and electric shocks and Judith & Crown's... everything and how she didn't talk for weeks. "Cam was gone". hollowed out and gutted and razed to the fucking ground by grief. and she was grieving Palamades, of course, but how much of that grief was also for Dulcie, who Cam found out was dead maybe fifteen seconds after Palamades himself exploded?

im thinking about how she and Pal and Dulcie had been exchanging letters for over 10 years and Cam had saved every one. EVERY single one. sharing your whole life your whole self with two people that you love and then suddenly you're alone. two parts of her gone, one of them she didn't even notice until it was too late. she didn't notice. grief and guilt and destruction. she never got to say goodbye to either of them. what the fuck.