#i’m sad.

[do-it-uncomfterbl]

The fact that Nick can feel pain + the fact that he has to regularly have parts replaced when they’re damaged + the fact that he can’t sleep and isn’t affected by chems

has led me to some very upsetting realizations

[finaidestinationz]

i think about how it must have felt to be talya post rtc almost on the daily

with what’s going on in ukraine right now, misha could have very much been the only light in her life, just like how she was for him. he was her reminder that someday everything would be okay for the both of them, and someday, they would meet, because that’s what would have happened

the cyclone was a freak accident. it wasa one in like a million chance. there would have been no warning, no buildup—just the news being announced to talya. or, even worse, her never getting the opportunity to hear about it, and thinking that misha just left her without saying why.

she wouldn’t have any idea of how hard he fought to get back to her and she never would have realized the full extent of his adoration and love for her. she could’ve gone on believing misha didn’t care. that’s the thing about never seeing her part in the musical, and one of the reasons i’m so angry the love conquers all part was cut. misha probably wouldn’t have been able to handle the idea of the love of his life thinking that he just abandoned her after he just poured his fucking heart out for her

plus, in the afterlife, we at least knew misha had people to comfort him. but how do we know talya had the same?

[mooncqss]

‘and the funny thing is i would have married you if you’d have stuck around’ is a hundred percent written about bilbo and thorin. no one can convince me otherwise.

[wmnylander]

[hellrobin]

thinking about everyone tim’s lost since he became robin on this fine evening

[saetoru]

kavehs backstory is so realistic and not rooted in this war between gods and celestia or power conflicts or corruption. just a guy who’s mourning and stuck in the past. everyone’s moved on. everyone’s made something of themselves. even his mom who he watched at her lowest. she’s happy and he’s not and he doesn’t feel like he deserves to be and he gives away pieces of himself because that’s what he thinks he deserves. to give and never accept. and that could be anyone of us and you don’t ever know when it might happen. i love him :,) so much :,)

[percki]

i’ve never understood the fictional man obsession until gale. i hope everything blows up

[mitchmrner]

sammy is the only reason why it isn’t 5-0 because it’s not like we showed up. AT ALL.

[phantomram-b00]

Honestly? Aziraphale is for sure the type that would run his finger in Crowley’s hair whether long or short, he likes to play with his hair to be playful. Or whenever they hug or kiss, he run his hair to feel comfort and security. Or because besides his eyes, his hair is also is favorite part of Crowley amongst other things. It his many ways of showing affection or to show how close they are along with hand-holding or their quality times together whether at the Ritz, St. James park, or the bookshop.

I can imagine the first time was during the B.C era, maybe during or before the flood. Aziraphale was looking too long at his hair, Crowley give a teasing smirk—

“You been staring again angel” prompting Aziraphale to look away with a reddish face.

“No I wasn’t you wicked snake!” Aziraphale retorts with his gaze still latched on his hair and eyes but looking away again.

“Whatever you want to believe, Angel.” Crowley shrugged but gives a snickers, Aziraphale couldn’t help but laughs back only quietly.

“Well, actually.” Aziraphale started off peaking Crowley’s interest. Before he can stop himself, he let his heart do the talking, “I’ve always wanted to say you have such lovely hair.”

Crowley in fact does not know how to take this. His mind was speeding faster than speed of light you can say it can make a supersonic man out of you with all this thoughts, ‘whoa, that’s the first’ to ‘how can this angel make it even possible for an demon to blush?’

“Whoa! U-uh. Definitely wasn’t ready for that. B-but thank you.” Crowley said, his stutters prompt Aziraphale to smile very so sweetly.

“Well, if you let me, so it doesn’t get messed up, I could perhaps…” oh why must word be difficult. Why must it be? Why is his heart doing hoops? Oh but he can’t stop can he? “I can braid it for you?”

“Braid?” Crowley asked tilting his head and raising his eyebrow. “You want…to braid my hair?”

“W-well if you let me, I mean, I’ve done so for uh many of people and I’ve seen them braid their hair to avoid tangles or any damages. O-or because they like the hairstyle—“ his and Crowley glow red than Crowley’s own hair color, with these two, they make anything possible. “Oh bugger, I-I’m sorry, was that inappropriate to ask? I’m sorry, f-forget I’ve mention anything of this sort-“

“No no. I-I want you to. Just, your full of surprises angel.”

“W-well, I learned from the best” he said looking at Crowley with a bashful look.

“Careful now, wouldn’t want to be corrupting an angel now do we.” Crowley said making aziraphale giggle. He can hear this all day if he could, but he turn his head letting his red curly hair fall on his back. “Do your worse angel.”

Aziraphale look at the red hair, he goes to touch them to divide the three sections. ‘This hair is surprising soft for a demon’ he thought to himself, ‘I don’t think it angelic of me to wanting to run my finger through his hair for all eternity. But he has such lovely hair, lovely eyes, but most importantly lovely personality’ he start braiding his hair gentle making sure it all sections are even and isn’t pulling any hair. ‘I know he hates being called nice, but for someone who is demonic, he can be such a kind gentle soul.’ His smiles began to form. ‘If I’m being honest with myself for a moment, he’s my best and favorite miracle I can ever ask for in my entire lifetime and to that, I’m forever grateful for for having him in my life. Well I’ll be damned, that certainly not angelic or principality of me. But… how can something so forbidden be so pure and…and ineffable.’

As he got to the bottom he used an piece of his hair as a use to hold the braid together. As much as he want to feel his hair, he must let go to show Crowley the final result: Aziraphale give him a simple low braid.

“All done” aziraphale exudes with excitement, Crowley look at the braid for a moment, his yellow eyes widen, touching his now braid hair. “D-do you like it? Craw- I mean Crowley?”

“Like it?” Crowley said give a smile, “I absolutely love it, this feel better than having it down all the time. Gotta say, you’re very good at giving miracles angel” prompted aziraphale to blush all over again.

“Oh hush you wily serpent.” Aziraphale said feeling all kind of butterfly, he couldn’t resist but smile. “I-I’m glad you like it.”

“Well, if don’t by you angel how could I not.” Crowley said. “Should I say thank you?”

“Best not, s-so our side don’t raise suspicion.” He frowned as they escape his lips. Crowley shared the same expression. Right. Hereditary enemies. How could that be missed.

“Maybe if I can’t say thank you, is there ways I can repay you then?” Crowley said as the lightbulb hit him. Aziraphale look at him with curiosity. “Likeee going to a restaurant, humans been cooking up all kind of assortment of dishes and alcohol we might like. Orrr we can walk about the city orrr we-w-we can go to check out the library to find any book so you can tell me all about it…”

Suddenly a feeling of a hand was pressed on Crowley’s hand, he look and see aziraphale hand on top of Crowley’s, he let his hand cup Aziraphale’s before they both interlock their finger. Both their heart beat with no patterns, they look at each other as Aziraphale give the same smile that could make Crowley forget everything in the world as cheesy as that may sound. To aziraphale, this was a huge step, he wanted to do such thing, but fear got in the way. Now feeling his hand; he didn’t want to let go.

“I love to. I’m just..hoping my side doesn’t give me a mission. Or you know.. get in the way in general.” Aziraphale said almost frowning again. But light up as his lightbulb turned on “Or, maybe I can try teaching you how to braid? So that way you don’t have to rely on me to do so. Unless, you like me to braid your hair all the time?”

“I’d love that. But also, I wouldn’t mind you touching my hair anyway.” Crowley said smiling. “Especially with your angelic touch.”

Oh how they can stay like this. Just nothing else would matter in the world. Just them. Because in their eyes, they matter to each other. They can just be themself without judgment. They can not worry about their side. It their own side at the end of the day, or really, they have each other.

Crowley replays that memory, tear escape his eyes as he look up at the starry night. Sitting on top of his Bentley after driving it to a certain point in London. He lost the one thing that mattered to him in this lifetime. In this earth. In everything. Even though, he can’t blame him, nor can never stop loving him.

But his thought still spill like a waterfall as he breaks down all over again. ‘Why can’t we have that moment again? Why must our side once again try to demolish what we had? Why must you leave? Why must he have to go? Why…can’t we just love each other in peace?’

[noodles-and-tea]

Our hextech dream….

[my-darling-boy]

I was at a bookstore looking through the art section and I saw a spine that said The Camden Town Nudes which was interesting because this didn’t seem like the bookstore where I would ever find something like that and I wanted to have a casual look but like. This also wasn’t exactly the bookstore where you felt like you could look at naked pictures let alone just suggestive paintings of them, it’s a really small shop as well, so I was like right I’ll just take a quick peek, I’m an art student, I love history, maybe I’ll buy it. I looked both ways and saw the shopkeep had left momentarily and no one was about, so I opened it and found it was an entire book featuring nude Edwardian women all painted by Walter Sickert between 1905-1912 and it was actually quite a revolutionary set of paintings for its time given that it featured very raw depictions of working class nude women in dark London instead of the elegant, white bedsheet clad, Demure middle and upper class women usually depicted.

And of course RIGHT as I flip to this lady’s boobs practically taking up an entire double page spread, every customer in a 5 mile radius appeared from around the corners of the shelf including the shopkeep and immediately regressing to a wet, pathetic Edwardian man from 1908, startled, I dropped the large book which caused a giant SLAP on the floor in this already silent store thus causing all patrons to look down at me scrambling on my knees to close a giant book of Edwardian boobs and let me tell you it would not have been nearly as funny had I not immediately felt like some Edwardian local pervert who just tried to sneak a cheeky peek at the erotic book in the bookstore only to drop it dramatically causing a scene, red up to his ears trying to shove it back on the shelf. Like such a casual and normal thing in modern day but looking at Edwardian women suddenly turned it into this egregious act as I apparently became possessed by the spirit of a moustached man in a bowler hat and morning coat going Good Heavens I mustn’t gaze upon these images in public lest the constable haul me away!

[introvert-slushie]

Currently thinking about how much Ford tries to hide his hands a lot when he can…behind his back with this stance. Due to how often he’s been bullied for it.

And also, how Mabel is one of the ones who Ford feels happy about showing his hands to because she thought they were cool looking upon first shaking his hand, instead of him being judged for his six fingers.

[ID: Gravity Falls screenshots. The first three are of Ford with his hands crossed behind his back. The last two are of him shaking hands with Mabel, and letting her paint a turkey on his hand. He's smiling in both. End ID.]

[scramratz]

Did you know it’s legal in the USA for mattress companies to put fiberglass in their mattresses? They don’t even have to label them! So if you wanna commission me so I can buy a new bed I won’t stop you

[bardofavon]

not to be controversial bc I know this is like…not in line with shifting opinions on fanfic comment culture but if there’s a glaring typo in my work I will NOT be offended by pointing it out. if ao3 fucks up the formatting…I will also not be offended by having this pointed out…

‘looking forward to the next update’ and ‘I hope you update soon!’ are different vibes than a demand, and should be read in good faith because a reader is finding their way to tell you how much they love it. I will not be mad at this.

‘I don’t usually like this ship but this fic made me feel something’ is also incredibly high praise. I’m not going to get mad at this.

even ‘I love this fic but I’m curious about why you made [x] choice’ is just another way a reader is engaging in and putting thought into your work.

I just feel like a lot of authors take any comment that’s not perfectly articulated glowing praise in the exact manner they’re hoping to receive it in bad faith.

fic engagement has been dropping across the board over the last several years, and yes it’s frustrating but it isn’t as though I can’t see how it happens. comment anxiety can be a real thing. the last thing anyone wants to do is offend an author they love, and that means sometimes people default to silence.

idk where I’m going with this I guess aside from saying unless a comment is outright attacking me I’m never going to get mad at it, and I think a lot of authors should feel the same way. ESPECIALLY TYPOS PLZ GOD POINT OUT MY TYPOS.

[iyamifucker]

“I can fix him” I couldn’t fix him and I don’t want to. I think he grew prone to biting and scratching in order to get by in a harsh world, and to me his resilience is part of what makes him so beautifully himself. I could be kind to him, though. I could show him gentleness. I could, slowly but surely, in the same way one earns the trust of a skittish stray cat, convince him that my touch will never come accompanied by pain. That, around me, he can allow himself to be soft. To relax. I could be the one he associates with warmth and safety, the one he longs to be held by after a hard day. I could be his home.

[screampied]

you always had a bad habit of falling asleep—not just anywhere though, but on sukuna ryōmen’s notorious throne. .

he hated it.

he hated how how you hogged up his space.

he hated how your near-quiet snores would echo through his poorly aged walls.

most importantly though, he hated how frustratingly cute you looked . . all scrunched up, curled up in a ball, and occasionally shivering a bit from the cool air that settled against your bare skin.

“tch..” he’d sigh, feeling his muscles ache with each step he took toward you. as usual, sukuna had just returned from some battle and here you were, always waiting for him to return. he’s probably told you over about a hundred times that you could have slept in his private chambers but no—you always preferred his throne. always.

you never told him, but part of the reason why you loved sleeping on it was because of his strong scent that always lingered on the piece of ancient furniture. a musky scent that you’d grow to always miss whenever he wasn’t with you.

“oi. you awake?” sukuna grumbles, and you shift a bit once he lifts you. you could hear him murmuring vexed curses under his breath as he positioned you to lean up a certain way. crimson-velvet eyes bore into your sleeping state and sukuna held back a snickering smile. “pft. ‘course not,” and you felt him starting to trod away with you snugly cradled in his broad arms. as sukuna made his way upstairs, he softly strokes a thumb underneath your nape. “brat. sleep in my bed next time. you’re gonna get back aches at this rate.”

despite his cold-hearted, rough exterior he was always gentle with you. only you. just you.

sukuna carried you in his arms like every other night—sometimes, he wonders if you do this on purpose. purposely falling asleep on his throne just so he could pick you up bridal style, bringing you back to his bed.

each step he took shook your entire body, and you let off a groan in your sleep from the abrupt bumps. “i know. i know little one. just a few more steps.” he rolls his eyes, secretly finding your slumbering state adorable. never in a million years would he ever admit it though.

as the wooden stairs creak—he continues to walk, occasionally looking down at you. right as he’s at the final groaning step, sukuna tenses a bit, feeling your head brush up against his soft exposed pecs.

his fleecy kimono was half open and you’re just buried in his arms, snuggling all against him like a needy cat.

the audacity. .

his pink slit brow furrows as he scoffs at the sight, bringing you inside his quiet spacious bedroom. gently, he starts to lie you down on the mattress but that’s when your arms wrap around him.

“eh? what are you-” sukuna grunts, and that’s when he collapses right against your chest. sukuna deadpans once your warm legs and arms sneakily snake around him—clinging onto him tight like a koala. “keh.. such a handsy pest, even when you’re dead asleep.” he clicks his tongue, letting you drag him further into the bed with you.

sukuna feels a strange feeling pooling near the very bottom depths of his heart.

it’s eerily strange . .

it doesn’t feel like the usual resentment, hatred, or even arrogance he feels toward others ‘below him’.

he finds himself melting into your tender touch, his chin gradually burying itself in your shoulder.

the soreness in his muscles started to subside as he was just on top of you—inhaling your sweet scent, stubbornly grumbling swears in your neck.

sukuna was feeling . . . soft.

he was so closely pressed up against you that he could feel the steady racing beats of your heart. each slow-paced ba-dump! that pumped out of your chest quickened by the second.

was . . he the one making your heart race?

sukuna heard how your shallow breaths significantly slowed, and your arms started to tighten more around his thick neck. he didn’t think he’d ever feel like this. whatever… emotion this was.

sure, he’s had to carry you up to his chambers so you’d sleep more comfortably lots of times but this- this moment felt more a bit different.

“i . . can’t sleep like this, y’know,” the demon breaks the silence, huffing at the awkward predicament he was in. sukuna was currently lying on top of you, hovering over you just so he wouldn’t crush your cute human body. with each longing second passing, he could already feel his limbs starting to ache from just idly hanging over you. “at least let me rest near the side.”

no reply.

sukuna scoffs again, realizing he’s practically talking to himself. but instead of responding with actual words—you cling onto him even tighter, your non-verbal way of saying ‘stay.’

“you’re even more annoying when you’re asleep,” he sighs, pinching his forehead. “fine.. i’ll- i’ll stay like this. here, with you. ‘s not like i plan to go anywher—” sukuna gets cut off once he sees you shifting a bit in your sleep again.

the silence was undeniably loud. with his lips mutely parting, he watches as you get more comfortable, letting off a few heavy exhales.

sukuna starts to ponder to himself. you looked so peaceful . . sound asleep.

he wondered what you were dreaming about. he was so busy staring at you while you slept that he didn’t even notice that he was starting to get drowsy himself. sukuna’s eyelids started to droop and he grunted, letting off an obnoxious yawn.

with watery eyes, sukuna stretches his arms before sinking his face back into your left shoulder. your warmth made him quietly purr into your neck. it was faint, but you heard it.

sukuna even mimicked some of your movements from earlier, softly rubbing his forehead against you as you held him close. “huh. this isn’t . . that bad,” he gruffly utters, his gravely voice pitching.

your chin rests on the top of his head, and sukuna gives you one last glance.

“i. . i love you.” he quietly whispers, thinking that just because you were asleep you couldn’t hear.

but- you did, you heard it all. every word.

little did sukuna know, you were actually wide awake the entire time. you woke up when he was carrying you up the stairs, but you just pretended to be asleep from that point up until now.

a small genuine smile curves on both sides of your crooked lips as your eyelids remain closed. in a sweet groggy voice, you instantly replied, “love you too ‘kuna. it’s about time you finally said it.”

sukuna’s eyes widen as his head quickly rises from against your chest. you’re looking down at him with very much open eyes now and the world’s smugest grin.

his cheeks—they’re burning, flushing with a rosy flamed color and you don’t think you’ve ever seen sukuna ryomen more embarrassed.

“you . . you didn’t . . hear that.”

“i definitely heard it.”

“ugh. i hate you.”

“i love youuu.”

“i… love you too, stupid cheeky human. now go back to sleep. hmph.”