#i swear these two idiots in love

[demaparbat-hp]

Hey, @geothewriter, was it necessary to break my heart?

A little thing for Vermillion Seas, Cardinal Skies, a truly magnificent fic that has left yours truly rolling on the ground more than once. I'll post the entire artwork once it's finished! For now, you get a little sneak peek.

Start reading the fic here. You can find Chapter 19 (from which this scene comes from) here!

[nandermoenthusiast]

im just imagining nandermo in a very enclosed space like for some reason they gotta be chest to chest pushed up against a wall and its awkward for a moment but then nandors eyes are just boring into guillermos and guillermo has that uncertain but unwavering stare too, and is this what is gonna take for them to kiss?

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

When I'm the one that made the reader run away in my pirate au but I'm also the one who has to figure out how they get back together

[mairaiscarrierofthepaperclips]

Buck: I've been dropping subtle hints that I like him.

*stares at Eddie longingly, co-parents his child, tries to dig through 40 feet of earth to save him, etc*

Buck: Not sure if it's working, though.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

got so into my laughingstock feels that i burnt my fuckign toast

[fruitybashir]

holidate ch10 spoilers without context 😌✨️

[memento-morri-writes]

This is far from my best work, but it's 1:30am, and I needed to get this down before I slept or lost my mind. So here, take a snippet of Rook seeing Zara again for the first time in 3 years.

Trying, and failing, to keep his voice from shaking, [Rook] said “Hello, Captain.” Mouth still open in surprise, [Zara] replied “Well, hello yourself.” The reality of what she was seeing seemed to hit her as she rounded the desk. “Rook, is that really you?” He nodded. “It’s me.” Zara ran towards him, stopping just short of touching him, and said “What did she do to you?” Rook’s heart stuttered and he had to brush his fingers together to confirm Sigmar’s ring was still in place. Could she possibly see through its illusion? But then he remembered what Lanny had said. She knew where you were. His throat clenched and he choked out “Two years.” A wave of grief swept across Zara’s face as she said “I’m so, so sorry.” Rook shook his head vigorously. “It’s not your fault.” Zara ignored him. “It is my fault. I failed you. As your captain, it’s my responsibility to keep you safe, and I failed you.” Rook wanted to say something, to reassure her, but she pushed on. “She sent me letters, told me all the terrible things she was doing to you. I… I let you down.” Those words hit Rook with the force of a dozen cannonballs. Lanny had said that Zara knew Wolf had him, but knowing that Zara had been aware of what Wolf was doing to him… somehow that was more painful than any wound Wolf had ever inflicted. He barely managed to force his next words out around the lump in his throat. “Where were you?” And why didn’t you come? “She said she’d kill you if I came to get you. Or if I hired anyone to get you. You’re standing here because I stopped sailing.” 

(honorary one-time tag for @space-writes bc I remember you enjoyed my other bits about Rook and Zara.)

[moodyseal]

How could I ever forget what a gem The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue is.........

[a-cat-in-toffee]

okay chat I'm gonna go to sleep now lya sleep well rember to drink water

[avalonships]

Do they match eachothers freak

[starlooove]

Dick drops Damian off at Joey’s to babysit and Damian is so pressed on the car ride there. Like first of all he doesn’t NEED a babysitter and even if he did why can’t he just go with Dick? Dick is so hateful, he preaches all that bullshit about love and tolerance and care for family but now that Damian needs him he’s abandoning him??? To a STRANGER?! Dick will rue this day, the day of his ultimate BETRAYAL.

Dick goes to pick Damian up and he refuses to leave.

[katyspersonal]

Tumblr sorta needs a 'Mute' feature in my opinion. Like what if I don't want to block this user, what if I don't want to become enemies and in some days I'd like to interact. But also most of the time seeing how they avidly encourage everyone else whereas I get the passive-aggressive 'oh yeah very uhh... interesting... (please leave me alone I don't like your art lol)' makes me want to unfollow every single fan of these characters and never draw them again.

I remember two years ago the exact same thing happened when someone liked the same character and the same ship and I swear I was the only person in the fandom they bluntly left out and could not spare a single good word for. I can't even blame this on my art being "ugly" because this type of user always aggressively praises all art styles and all levels of skill, it feels more like 'a personal thing except we never fought a single time'. And now my toxic trait of needing approval from [cool person name] is back to haunt me years later! Add the unability to "abandon" this character/ship/whatever despite wanting to after facing so much unspoken passive spite, because I am a contrarian and the best way to trap me into doing something is to try to exclude me from it. I didn't face attempts to very aggressively bully me out of the yard/class/community/etc, sometimes with physical violence included, only to let something mid like passive aggression online finally do it.

I am really stupid and naive person despite my age, but in like 5% of the cases I will still understand the hint and understand what is going on. Yet I have to pretend to be clueless even in rare situations when I know someone hates me, because since they never admitted it, quitting will be perceived as me being "paranoid". But dear goooood, it hurts sometimes. I hope that one day I will be numbed to being treated as a tumor on an otherwise healthy body of society that someone is dying to amputate- and always a person whose approval I want, of all people. Knowing that this day will come is one of the things that keep me going as both a person and a creator. Things like viruses and diseases still try their best to persist, so even if I am actually one, I should persist. It doesn't matter whether I actually rot everything around me or this is just my self-depreciating delusion upon focusing on people that mistreated me and not people that loved me. What matters is persisting, I just still feel angry that it hurts. I can't respond spite with spite or passive aggression with passive aggression, I can't do the 'smug asshole' when I become aware that someone tries to starve me until I "die". I can just fall over and cry about it like a kicked dog, despite being so old, especially when it is a person I didn't have anything against.

And really.. It is as simple as turning the internet off, so I don't see The Person and can focus on doing stuff that I like, as if they never existed and can't crash my self-esteem. It is just annoying to keep doing this, a feature to not see them unless I am in the mood would be better. Like.. blocking is not an option. Not only it implies being enemies which is not my intention, but also it will be like an "evidence" that I was "crazy". They didn't do anything, right? Well, they know what they did, but it was never verbal, so it is my fault I "imagined things", right?

[planetarythorns]

Fes is going great why do you ask?

[whosname]

Whether it's spring or winter, once in a while I like just bein' next ta ya like this and blowin' poison gas in yer face. That's enough ta make me happy.

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: May 19

"Big Deal” by LeAnn Rimes

[3llisarts]

WIP (not on a Wednesday anymore!)

I was tagged by @noodlecupcakes and in turn I tag @disney-dreams-25 @dristamal @fingersinmyhair @josephseedismyfather

Chapter 2 out of my Thanksgiving Fic

Shit, what would his sheriff think? As far as Mike guessed, Eric would think he was one of the wolves that’d attacked him. Mike pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a long, exasperated sigh. He knew that if Eric thought that, there was a chance of a hunt being organized. This meant that if Mike shifted again- if that was even possible, he’d have to be careful. Then again, the deputy was still processing the idea. How the fuck did a guy change into a ginormous mutt in the first place?

Mike’s thoughts ran a mile a minute as he stood there in the forest. The damp leaves felt comforting under his bare feet, effectively grounding him and allowing him to clear his head. Somewhat, anyway.

Luckily for the deputy, it wasn’t deer season just yet. No idiots toting rifles this time of year. Still, Mike knew he couldn’t stay long. There’d be some woman walking her dog, wondering why the town’s deputy was out for a stroll in the nude. Mike spared one long look over his shoulder before he turned and made haste for him, following the vague sense of direction he got. He wasn’t about to roll up to the Right Mart parking lot and raid the Salvation Army bin for clothes, tempting as that was. Someone was bound to see him.

Mike moved up his porch at a crouch, the cool fall breeze blowing through his short hair and over his back. He stepped inside and shut the sliding door after him, greeted by an ecstatic Marvel. The Belgian shepherd whined and cried, his tail wagging a mile a minute. “Hey bud-,” Mike began, the exhaustion in his voice impossible to miss. The deputy was still struggling to process what happened, not to mention the shift back had taken a lot out of him.

How was this possible? People didn’t just turn into wolves, right? Mike frowned as he reached down and scratched Marvel under the chin, though the Belgian malinois’ happy cries fell on deaf ears. The Deputy’s thoughts ran a mile a minute, and he doubted they’d stop soon. Whatever, he’d deal with it later. He had to pick Milo up from school. A glance at the oven clock confirmed it was almost time to pick up Milo, though Mike doubted he’d be able to do that. He ached all over and his thoughts were one big jumbled mess.

Perhaps Eric would be able to?