#i’m so alone.

[pinkfey]

is this a safe space

[chloesimaginationthings]

Gregory has it best out of the new FNAF protagonists..

[thatskindarough]

“‘I just…I thought you might like to come back, one day,’ Crowley said very quietly. Aziraphale’s foot pressed against his again, and Crowley drew in a sudden breath, as if he hadn’t been breathing properly since Aziraphale had stopped touching him.”

This piece was a commission from the lovely @fellshish for their lovely friend, @alphacentaurinebula ‘s fic What Are You Doing Here? This fic is cute, funny, heartwarming, and incredibly spicy, and I’m very much looking forward to finishing it! Thank you Fells for being wonderful to work with, and happy (belated) birthday to you Alphacentauri, I’m very happy I could do this for you!

[lumaspin]

It’s a little bit crazy that it’s specifically because of Mark that The Edge of Sleep was such a hard sell (per his comment here).

Apparently no one wanted to touch it, because of Mark. Because of the stereotype that Youtubers and internet creators labor under. The only reason we have it now is that it got self-published via Prime. There was no marketing for so long because no one owns it. No one was willing to take it on.

And it’s extra crazy that Mark is taking full responsibility for this and trying to overturn that exact stereotype. Not just for the many folks involved with The Edge of Sleep, not just to see Iron Lung finally get pushed through to us, but for every Youtuber, every online creator, and everyone who comes after.

Revolutions don’t happen in a day, or even in a month. But Mark asked us for one small, important goal — to start a wildfire for just thirty days.

Just thirty days.

Can you imagine how much work that Mark has been doing behind the scenes, for years? For TEOS, for Iron Lung, and before that, for In Space with Markiplier, for projects we may not even be aware of? To legitimize his own incredible work? Being constantly brushed off because he started from the bottom and built his talent with his own two hands?

Imagine how many more creators are waiting in the wings with the most incredible things, constantly told no because they’re not considered a “real” artist.

The Edge of Sleep matters so much, to so many people. It’s not the end, either. It’s the beginning of a very long uphill journey. It’s not going to be easy. It’s going to take a very long time and a lot of perseverance to see anything come out of this.

But for right now? It’s just thirty days.

Don’t lose sight of why it matters.

[bookalicent]

yeah so this was insane

[fucklife101]

I don’t know how many “just make it through today”s I’ve got left.

[lilislegacy]

i’m just gonna come out and say it

if luke comes back in a future book, i hope percy is taller than him now.

[littlenastieswewhispered]

“buffy ended the show single :)” ok but only because her current love interest just DIED!! (he near quite literally died in her arms! in sacrifice for her!) her last words of the entire series were telling him she loves him and then saying his name in admiration. she isn’t single; she’s a widow.

[curse-of-dming-strahd]

Oh right... The curse. The curse of Strahd. The curse chosen specially to torture Strahd, Strahd’s curse.

[in-kyblogs]

Doomed by the narrative - Doomed by her parents

[chloesimaginationthings]

Those were Vanessa's friends too in the FNAF movie

[crystallizsch]

sigh i had an epiphany

book 4 is just a whole ass scooby doo episode huh

[minyooon3012]

Dead boy detectives in a nutshell:

Simon: let’s fuck

Edwin: no

Cat king: let’s fuck

Edwin: no

Monty: let’s fuck <333

Edwin: ehhh

*meanwhile*

Charles: YAY!! BEST MATES!! :D

Edwin: let’s fuck

[stuckinapril]

megan thee stallion is the perfect example of unbothered energy. nicki has repeatedly vagueposted about her, gone on unhinged rants about her, gone so far as to mention her dead mother (such a classless low blow), threatened her on live, and has now released the tackiest diss track in history. and what has megan done? literally nothing. she straight up ignored her, aside from that one ig story where she posted herself laughing (which was perfect btw). she is the epitome of “i will not dignify that w a response.” i love it.

[jenanigans1207]

“I don’t regret it, Dean.” Cas says quietly. “Telling you I love you was the best moment of my life.”

“Yeah? Well, it was the worst of mine!” Dean yells, throwing his arms out to the side. There’s a moment of stricken silence where Cas’s face falls and Dean realizes how his words came across. He rushes to elaborate. “Do you know how many years I wondered if angels could feel love? Romantic love? Do you know how long I hoped that they could— that you, specifically, could? And more than that, that you would feel it towards me? I wondered all the goddamn time, Cas. And then you— you finally—“ Dean swallows past a lump in his throat, letting his arms fall back to his sides. “You finally tell me not only that you can love, but you love me. Me. And in one second, ten years of my wildest dreams came true and then were ripped away.”

Dean looks down at his feet. Clenches his jaw against the feelings threatening to choke him. He tries to take a steadying breath in through his nose but it doesn’t help him feel any better.

“Dean—“

“I didn’t think I was ever gonna see you again.” Dean confesses to his boots. “I thought I’d have to live the rest of my miserable life knowing I could’ve had you and kicking myself for being such a dumb piece of shit.” He swallows again and looks up. “I thought you were going to spend eternity not knowing that I love you, too.”

“I didn’t mean— Dean, I didn’t—“ Cas shakes his head as words fail him.

“So yeah,” Dean shrugs a little helplessly, his voice still tight with emotion. “It was the worst moment of my life. Except for every moment that came after— because every single moment from your death until you came back was the worst moment of my life. Every moment without you is. And you coming back could’ve been the best moment of my life if you hadn’t been such an ass about everything.”

There was a time, once, in the distant past where Cas’s face never betrayed any emotion. Dean could’ve scrutinized every single molecule of his expression and he wouldn’t have been able to read a goddamn thing from it. That hasn’t been the case for a long time— Cas took to emotions and humanity better than Dean did, and it was the only thing Dean had ever known.

Now, Dean can read a multitude of emotions in Cas’s expression: disbelief in the slight part of his lips, hope in the blue of his eyes, shock in the rise of his eyebrows. He can practically read every thought going through Cas’s mind as he tries to process what’s happened.

And then, there it is: acceptance in the way the corner of Cas’s mouth ticks up.

“I had no idea.” Cas answers after a moment.

“‘Course you didn’t.” Dean replies, his own mouth mirroring the small smile. “You fucked off before I got a chance to say it back.”

“I just assumed—“

“You know what they say about assuming, Cas.”

“No, I don’t.” Cas is full on smiling now, warm and full of the love Dean had only ever seen hidden in shadows of his expressions. Now it’s practically splitting his face open, spilling out of Cas like he’s finally filled up with so much of it that it’s simply impossible to keep it all in. “And frankly, I don’t care. I only care about what you have to say.”

Dean huffs out a fond laugh as he shakes his head. “Finally gonna let me do the talking, huh?”

“I’m in the mood to do some listening,” Cas’s grin is dazzling and a little cheeky, Dean wants to memorize it immediately.

He takes a step closer to Cas. And then another. Cas simply watches him approach, making no attempt to back away. His personal space is inviting and Dean enjoys stepping directly into it with no hesitation.

“Well, I might be in the mood for something other than talking.” Dean whispers, less than a foot from Cas now.

“Oh?” Cas prompts, his hand reaching across the minuscule place between them to settle on Dean’s hip.

“Yeah,” Dean murmurs, leaning in. “But just to make sure you get it through your stubborn head: I love you, Cas. And I’ll fucking kill you if you ever do something like that again.”

Dean kisses him before Cas has a chance to reply.

[fucklife101]

I’m so fucking disgusted with myself.