#in my mind they’re hugging

[asukiess]

amelie meeting emmy after everything is like. I want to hate you. you aren’t emilie at all, I know this, because she would never wear these clothes, never be so truthful in her face, never be spineless, not like Amelie thinks she herself was, all those years ago, not even for a moment. I know this because I see reflected in you the things I hate about Gabriel and Nathalie. I see in you their perception of my own sister, and that hurts because they got it all wrong.

(didn’t they? you didn’t talk to me at all when you were 18. a few letters here and there, from as little as two hours away and then halfway across the world. maybe I’ve got it all wrong.)

you aren’t emilie at all, because she’s dead

but you take your tea the same way, and you’re begging for the windows to be thrown open and for us to go into the garden and you can’t stand being inside. you get this weird expression before you recall a memory that is mine and emilie’s, something you shouldn’t know, but you do. you apologize, when she wouldn’t, and I tell you more about the memory, connect the fragments. you say I should remarry as if love is something I concern myself with, so unlike emilie. you give me something of an accusing look, piercing, like hers. pitying. you go through my bookshelf. you hug me tightly.

you’re not emilie, I know, but I’d like you to come over again.

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

*camera filming like a documentary. Vaggie is narrating. The camera focuses on Husk reading on the couch*

Vaggie: This is Husk. He enjoys his personal space-

*camera pans out to reveal Angel laying across Husk’s lap*

Vaggie: This is Angel. He also enjoys Husk’s personal space.

[jacarandaaaas]

something that’s been on my mind for a while now is how important the love between the family is for the movie. encanto portrays familial love in so many ways from grand gestures to subtle details and I think that’s such a huge reason for why all the characters are so memorable. even the characters with way less screentime are still shown to be loving individuals! basically what I’m trying to say here is that the family love is such a key element to not only the plot but the characters journeys too! and I feel like we need more appreciation for the strength of the madrigal family and their unconditional love for eachother

this edit is partly what inspired this post lmao

[anyasathenaeum]

Listen, I don’t have a type.

*sweating a lil* I swear, I don’t have a type, it’s just-

*sweating profusely* I MAY HAVE A TYPE OKAY MAYBE JUST MAYBE HAVE MERCY

[whoblewboobear]

Jace lets Zara feed on him sometimes bc that’s his best friend and he loves her, Send Tweet

[conscious-naivete]

i know the narration wasn’t necessarily being kind to him in the books but i honestly loved when george was like always trying to initiate them eating the cake or having a snack in meetings. he and i would get along SO WELL in that respect bc that’s my running internal dialogue anytime there’s a cake no one’s touched yet. him speaking this aloud i would love him forever

[thatsrightice]

When the flyboys found out they couldn’t get parachutes they immediately knew they had to go to Crosby, but I’ll bet they still drew straws to see who had to tell him like:

“You do it”

“I don’t want to do it you do it”

“C’mon just man up”

“Why’s this such a big deal anyway”

“He’s going to flip out”

“Obviously”

“I just don’t want him to get in trouble for losing his mind on some non-co alright?”

“He’ll be fine I saw him get in the Colonel’s face last week because the guy wanted to sign off on a mission he didn’t approve of and nothing happened”

“We need to quit wasting time just go it’ll be fine”

“No you do it you’re his favorite”

“He says he doesn’t pick favorites”

“Well he’s lying”

“Yeah every mom says they don’t pick favorites but they definitely do”

“But I was the one who told him about the broken chair and took all the blame”

“Oh yeah? What was your punishment?”

“…I was grounded”

“Now does that sound like a punishment to you?”

“…no”

“Exactly now go”

[inthisvaleoftears]

oh, mi amor

[withered-owll]

Lost pt. 1

Had to finish these quickly cuz’ I’ve got a lot of work this week and wanted to get it over with the first part of the comic but worry not! There’s more coming soon :D

Yán Hào- this cute little crying bean belongs to @lopsushi and Lì-Líng belongs to me ^w^

Hope you like it!!

[adrift-in-thyme]

It’s so difficult loving all the Links

[mitathemita]

hello hello beloved mutual mita!! if you were a dog i think you'd be a wirehaired pointing griffon! ^_^ <3

HELLO HI BELOVED MUTUAL WORMS ‼️‼️‼️

I’m jumping up and down right now PLEASE KNOW THAT IM KEEPING THAT DOODLE FOREVER I LOVE IT SO MUCH <33333

Okok I don’t know much about dogs, but if you were a Pokémon, I think you’d be a Dauchsbun!! :]

[imu-chan]

yes Giyuu is touch-starved, but I think we’ve all been ignoring the one who is also very touch-starved….Kyojuro

[tangents-within-tangents]

Sigh I swear the bar is so low with writing sometimes.

I’ve just been remembering how much it bothers me when there’s no lasting consequences or acknowledgement for things. When everything resets like nothing ever happened at the start of the next episode, or even the next scene sometimes. How cool and rare it was that Wally’s arm was in a cast for a whole 5 episodes of Young Justice. How relieved/excited I was when Mulder actually still had bandages on his fingers the episode after he broke them because FINALLY something carried over! Or when Hook was leaning on someone for support in the background after the fight scene in Pan. How impressed I was to see Katniss still crying hysterically for Rue a few scenes after her death. How surprised I was to actually see a hint of the effect of Echo’s extremely traumatic experience when he panicked in the medbay. How my heart soared when he insisted on rescuing Gregor because omg he’s acting in a way that makes sense for his character! Clinging to every small scrap we get to see of clones showing real emotion when so often they seemingly never bat an eye at their losses and never mention their fallen brothers again.

I love these shows I swear, but it just gets so frustrating! Like I’ll literally be so nervous no one will be affected realistically, or react like a human, or behave in-character and then I get so excited on the rare occasions they do. And then I realize wow the bar is so low, shouldn't that just be, you know, writing 101?

Like I remember some episode of some show (the Seeker? Or something idk) where a character was captured and tortured and not ten minutes after being rescued his friend was like “hmm you sure are quiet today” like YEAH I SURE HOPE HE IS?!

[temunitu]

I have nothing cool and interesting to say right now except I rewatched S5 episode "Fathers and Sons" of TMNT 2003 and I once again am screaming about HOW CUTE THE BABY TURTLES ARE OH MY GOD. I don't even know what I love more—Donnie and Leo living their best lives in that hay crate, Mikey CONSTANTLY attaching himself to Splinter and even staying by his side as his bros go play tag, or Donnie mustering up all his strength to throw that big rock at the Bone Demon. THERE ARE TOO MANY CUTE SCENES!!

YOU’RE WRONG ANON, THAT IS A VERY COOL AND INTERESTING THING TO SAY

here’s some papa rat hugs <3

[phantomdecibel]

FUCK you: re-canonifies your Flower!AU

Anyways what if Polites actually still dies flower au au (bit o context in the tags, just so this drabble makes a bit more sense since it doesnt exactly follow canon aha-)

Rattlesnake Root

shield, step carefully.

Watching Ajax rush across the deck, calling out orders while cradling little Astyanax in his arms, the realization hit Odysseus like a brick.

This is what Polites had meant.

Eurylochus’s voice still echoed in his ears — but Odysseus wasn’t hearing any of it. Everything sounded muffled, like he was listening to (one of) his best friend chew him out from underwater. He must have started yelling louder, because the teenager glanced over at the two of them, something Odysseus hesitated to label as anything other than concern written across his face.

He wanted to yell.

He wanted to scream, keep shooting venom like arrows, jump up and pace, even.

Instead he stood, hands clasped over the rail, staring blankly past the blurred shape of his friend. It was both too loud and yet too quiet and annoyingly chilly and somehow everything was way too bright. It felt like there should be a storm brewing overhead, yet the only rain falling came from his eyes. The sun shone down unapologetically overhead, and Odysseus fought back an unintelligible scream.

This is what Polites had meant, what he’d pleaded back in that forest.

If you don’t talk to us, if you don’t trust us, then how can we help?

He’d thought he’d had it all under control, that his own hangups weren’t affecting anyone else, but clearly he’d been wrong. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or just plain ignorance, but Odysseus had fucked up, pushed too far.

He wanted to sob.

He was already crying, Odysseus realized in a vague, sort of detached way. His face felt… damp, and tight from the salt already starting to dry. Something hit his hand; again and again and again, and rolled down his knuckles.

Eurylochus yelled again, throwing his arms out, and Odysseus flinched.

How long had this been brewing?

How long had he been pushing his crew, his friends to the edge? For how long had he been pushing them to the side, ignoring their concerns and needs, forcing them to pick up his slack?

…when had his efforts to protect them start to hurt instead?

Slowly, Eurylochus’s face came back into focus.

His mouth moved and Odysseus could, technically, hear him still, but the words themselves were lost to the buzzing in his head. The tilt to his eyebrows would have looked angry — really, really angry — to anyone else, but Odysseus knew his friend. Eurylochus was angry, sure, but mostly he was just worried (and tired, so tired, and grieving, too). The man’s eyes glistened wetly, shining with unshed tears.

Odysseus barely noticed as he started to shake.

He did this. This was his fault, the result of his negligence. Polites was dead because of him, and now he was driving away the other person he should be supporting, looking after the most.

Odysseus clenched the rail tighter, clearly hearing it creak under his grip. Eurylochus’s voice faded in and out, nothing but background noise.

He’d failed.

Odysseus blinked once, twice, trying to alleviate the pressure growing behind his eyes. The tears, which had been slowing, built again, suddenly, and everything was just too much.

Oh. He dimly realized again. I did this.

And Odysseus…

…Odysseus broke.

Odysseus broke, tears falling like a waterfall. He choked on a sob, shaking violently, as his knees wobbled and knocked together. Eurylochus’s voice, angry and harsh, snapped back into focus, and Odysseus keened weakly.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, falling to his knees as he swallowed back another sob. “I’m sorry-“

Desperately, shaking all the while, Odysseus clutched at his friend’s chiton, head pressed to Eurylochus’s knee. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry-“

Eurylochus’s angry rant trailed off into shocked silence as Odysseus tripped over his words. Apology after apology spilled from his lips as he sat shaking on the wooden deck of the ship, legs collapsed awkwardly beneath him. He didn’t dare look up as silence crashed against the ship like Polyphemus’s club crashing against men and stone, just kept choking out desperate apologies into the empty, oppressive air.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, sobbed, like a mantra. “I’m sorry,”

The moment seemed to stretch for an eternity; a terrifying, heart-stopping eternity.

He couldn’t do this.

Odysseus- he couldn’t. He’d tried, fuck he’d tried. Tried to carry every burden he could, tried to protect his people, and look where they were now.

It was all a mess, a fucking disaster.

And- and Polites was gone, now, really truly gone, never-coming-back gone.

Dead.

And Eurylochus would be too- not dead, not if Odysseus had any say in it, but gone, leaving.

Leaving him, because Eurylochus would do what was best for the crew.

Odysseus was just dead weight.

The leg he leaned against, clutched in desperation, was pulled back, and Odysseus let it go.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again, trying and failing to blink away his tears as his hands dropped down to dig his nails into his own knees instead. Something thudded against the ground ahead of him, but all Odysseus could think was ‘this is it’.

This is it, this is where his friend, his last surviving best friend, his brother, even, left him.

And by the gods if he didn’t deserve it.

“‘msorry,” his words slurred together. “‘msrry’msorry,”

He deserved this, for hurting his friend and daring to proclaim otherwise. Why should Eurylochus stick around? Odysseus wasn’t worth the work. He hunched in on himself some more.

“‘msorry,” he might have begged. Please don’t go. You have every right to, but please, please. Don’t leave me. “‘msrrymsrrymsor-“

Odysseus coughed.

Oh, that was odd.

He couldn’t breathe, for a moment there, air knocked from his lungs as his chest collided with something warm and solid. Something strong tugged his forwards, pulled him tight against it.

Warm arms wrapped around his shoulders, and Odysseus suddenly found his head tucked into the crook of Eurylochus’s neck as he shook. He tried to choke out another apology, but Eurylochus held him too tightly to properly speak the words.

Oh.

Oh.

Odysseus shook some more, hands slowly worming their way from his knees to clutch this time at the front of his friend’s chiton.

Eurylochus was hugging him.

Eurylochus. was hugging him.

Odysseus sobbed again.

“I’m sorry,” he managed to force out again, but Eurylochus just pulled him impossibly closer.

“It’s okay,” his friend whispered, voice hoarse. “It’s going to be okay.”

mans is a bit harsh on himself :,)

He doesn’t q u i t e get the point, but he’s getting there-

Anyways so flower au; asty lives and also @hahahaghosty and I are soft for lil ajax :P

I know I always say this, but they were a huge inspiration for this (bc they fuel me w like 75% of my writing ideas lmao-), so thank you a whole lot!! wouldn’t be possible without ya :) they're really fucking awesome, go check out their stuff!! do it- Do It Now-

anyways that all from me for now, thanks for reading :P

(me: check out the tags for some context :) also me: throws way to much shit in them-

just. just read the beginning and end and itll all make sense if u wanna)

[casthecactus]

no thoughts, only laurits.