#if it flops i didn't write it

[highdefinitions]

when dew first changed from water to fire, he cut his hair. left it all over the bathroom for days until he finally let mountain into his room to check on him. mountain cleaned it up silently, behind a closed door and choked sobs.

and by the time he actually even goes down near the lake again, his hair had just grown down past his jaw. he didn't go swimming again until it was nearly past his shoulders.

the first time dew went swimming again, he nearly drowned. it had been months by then after his transition into a fire ghoul, and he hadn't been able to sleep—burdened by the urge to go down to the water. so he does. he gets up out of bed and wanders the halls, pausing just outside of the new water ghoul's room. he almost knocked, almost asked rain to come with him, but he stopped himself, and went alone. he went down to the lake alone, and stood at the end of the dock, and then closed his eyes and jumped in.

he failed to consider that he wasn't going to be as good as he used to be in the water. he couldn't hold his breath for as long, couldn't go as deep as he wanted to, and it nearly cost him his life. because he tried. he tried to swim down to the bottom and just be, to quiet the noise in his head, to stamp out the draw to the water that was no longer his. he couldn't hold his breath for as long as he used to, couldn't handle the pressure—couldn't even make it more than halfway to the bottom. he couldn't swim to the surface as fast as he used to be able to.

so his muscles screamed from the strain. his ears popped, eyes felt like they were going to explode. his lungs burned. for one feeble moment, he felt like he was actually going to die, that he'd never make it to the top and the one thing that had previously made him was going to kill him.

but then he broke the surface, swam to shore. he dragged himself up onto the sand, soaking wet and shivering. he drew his knees up to his chest, let his head hang between them.

and he cried for everything he just lost.

[justcallmejoe]

"He's after me. He'll never give up." "Neither will I." Flesh+Blood (1985) dir. Pual Verhoeven

[priestbit]

basically... who's gonna hold donnie's hand and make the big scary metalhead blush? hm? i'm taking applications rn.

[jewishcissiekj]

"Star Wars should follow George Lucas's vision" Wrong!

also. Remember when they brought him on set for Mando all excited to show him they gave Boba the weapon he had in the holiday special animated segment only to get slapped in the face when Lucas said he was not involved with that. so fucking funny

[acescorazon]

Title: It was just a prank.

Pairing: Cross Guild

Rating: E

Word Count: 4684

Ch: 1/2

Summary:

“Baby, are you still there?” Buggy asks. Mihawk hasn’t answered him this entire time, god, what is he supposed to do? “Honey?” He calls out when he still doesn’t get a reply, “Baby, i’m sorry,” He whines, returning to the kitchen once Galdino starts giving him a weird look. “If you’re too mad to say anything, can i at least talk to Crocodile?” Maybe if he talks to Crocodile, he can get on his good side and then Crocodile can convince Mihawk not to be mad at him… or punish him.

“Crocodile says he’ll speak to you when we get back to the ship. I’m hanging up now, Captain Buggy. Bye.”.

(Or that time Buggy steals Crocodile’s ship as a prank.)

[kenobihater]

you ever write up a combination of words you're really proud of at the time bc you think it's vivid but it's actually so atrocious that you remember it eight years later bc it's burned itself into your long-term memory? just me?

[nostalgia-tblr]

Reminding myself that I resolved not to delete any fics that have a bookmark on them😭

[tracle0]

I wrote something yesterday!

[apricusapollo]

rip a choice with no regrets. you were so iconic for this.

[paradoxgavel]

theory/headcanon that the reason william afton is more messed up in the silver eyes timeline than the fnaf game timeline is that henry's death messed him up real bad

[thesilverlady]

I think many people just like Ewan in blonde wig instead of genuinely liking Aemond's character

this is usually the case for lots of characters but I'm not sure if it works with Ewan, because his social media presence is non existent so ppl don't really know anything. about him beyond what he allows to share.

i do think for all hotd characters ppl love the headcanons they've made up for them. And even in discourses they come into play.

character wise, Aemond had the most work in the show and his aesthetic (eyepatch, tall hight, soft voice, long blond wig) works un his favor

[seventh-district]

wow!!! nothing better than watching your AO3 subscribers stat go down every time you post a new chapter of your current fic!!!

[bunnybevvyy]

Bob's Burgers is the best adult animated show simply because Bob loves his wife & kids

[the-golden-ghost]

I finished Rebecca and what

[fountaincas]

Sunshine

dean wakes up, squinting at the hint of sunlight coming from the window. he tilts his head up, conscious of the sleepy furnace wrapped around him, and sees the digits '7:21' blinking at him. he sighs, and slowly turns around to face cas, promptly feeling himself melt at how adorable he looks with and his eyes squeezed shut and his wild hair scattered all over the white pillows. dean leans down and pecks his forehead to smooth out the wrinkles there, and wills himself to get up.

he untangles himself from cas' limbs and the several comforters stacked on their bed and pulls on one of cas' knitted sweaters before quietly leaving their bedroom.

dean walks into the newly repainted kitchen and fills water in cas' tea kettle before making himself coffee. once the water is done boiling, dean pours the water into cas' favorite mug - it's a wonky cat mug with ears pointing out of it. he puts a ginger tea bag in it and lets it steep while he walks out to the front porch and sips his coffee.

it's been a year since they got together. a crazy year filled with kisses and warmth and house hunting and - dean snorts fondly to himself as he looks down - knitting. almost every surface of their house is covered in yarn and needles. dean would be mad if it was anyone else; it truly is everywhere. but dean doesn't mind. cas has already taken over his heart; he can take over his whole life if he wants to.

after dean's done with his coffee, he goes back in and puts his mug in the sink. he stirs one and a half spoons of honey, just the way cas likes it, and takes the mug back up the stairs to their room.

gently opening the door, dean sees cas glaring at the sunlight peaking through their window curtains. he smiles and walks into the room, setting the mug on cas' bedside table. he sits on the bed near cas' legs and just watches cas fondly, veins filling with warmth as he watches the ex-angel rub his sleepy eyes with his fists and sits up against the headboard. once he's swaddled in all the comforters up to his shoulders, cas pokes one hand out to take the mug and cup it with both hands as he sips it.

cas closes his eyes, letting himself enjoy the warmth that ran through him at the pleasant burning taste of ginger. he opens his eyes, seeing dean's eyes still on him, "moon eyes" on full display. cas flushes, looking away and sipping at his tea again.

dean's smile widens. "happy anniversary, sunshine."

cas' smile is so bright dean is convinced cas is the sun. "happy anniversary, beloved."

and so their morning goes, just like that. with dean and cas' hands intertwined, their rings glinting in the sunrise.