#insane! I’m insane!

[tallmadgeandtea]

International Kissing Day (Turn Week Prompt):

Couldn’t help myself and wrote some of In A Faith Forgotten Land (Civil War AU) today. Hope you enjoy!:

The door closed. He was dreamlike in the gaslight, wearing only his shirt and suspenders, bare skin peeking through the slit, a glance of his chest, muscles hiding underneath the thin fabric. If she closed her eyes, would he fade away, dissolve in reality? She wanted to touch him.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she whispered, her voice strangled and strange in her ears.

“I know.”

Against every rule, against her father’s wishes, hell, against her own laws, she stood up straighter. “Don’t leave.”

He laughed, a deep, enchanting sound, as if it pulled her toward him. His boots creaked on the hardwood floor, and she prayed—Oh God, don’t let anyone hear. God, don’t let anyone find him.

Let me keep him for one moment.

Let me have him for one night.

He shook his head, “You think I can?"

Did she sigh? Did she cry out? God, she couldn’t even hear herself. Everything was tuned to him, the way he moved, crossing in quick strides, the way he breathed, shaky and scared, the way she felt, and, if she closed her eyes, threw away her fears, she swore she would hear his heartbeat.

Back away, Elizabeth.

Be true to yourself- no, be true to your life, Elizabeth.

The distance was broken.

He stood in front of her.

She’d never been kissed before.

Could he see it in her eyes? Her nervous stare? Her own heartbeat was strangled in her neck. Go ahead, she’d guide his hand, see how it runs for you.

“Benjamin-"

He kissed her.

His lips gently pressed her mouth open, and she let him in, her chin raised, cradled in his hand. There was a gentle force in his kiss, guiding her, pulling her closer, molding her like clay. She nearly collapsed in his grip— a quiet frenzy to hold him tight, wrap her arms around his neck, chest to chest.

He pulled away only for a second, and she caught her breath, too little as his hands moved to her waist, his splayed on her corset. She gasped. Oh, God. This is what it feels like? Again, he kissed her again, and she didn’t- what did she imagine it would be like? She always thought it would be chaste, standing at the aisle, her father in the first pew at Christ Church. Feelings locked away. Like everything else in Philadelphia. Nothing prepared her for this— not the dances, not the way he looked at her that very first night, standing on her perch, a barely concealed glare-

They broke, and the gaslight was too bright in her eyes.

“Elizabeth…” he buried his face in her hair, but he didn’t release her.

She was stunned, silent.

“Oh, Elizabeth…”

He turned his head, and his cheek brushed hers.

“Don’t say anything,” she whispered with newfound conviction.

If she begged, would he stay? Would he hold her until this cruel war was over? Forget fighting, forget glory, forget who she was-

Her hair-

He let her hair down, her pins on the floor, and he stroked the thick, blonde curls. Another gentleness she didn’t know she wanted, didn’t know she craved.

Why did he stop?

Benjamin let go.

And for a moment, she thought she would die.

They stared at each other, breathing heavily, the air thick and heady, an invisible force hanging between them.

“Oh God,” he whispered.

“Benjamin-"

He held out a hand, the barrier visible, now.

“I don’t… I don’t know- Oh, Good God, what have I done?”

She scoffed— what have you done?

Shouldn’t you ask yourself the same?

[allagashed]

whenever i say “screaming crying throwing up” this is what i mean

[thedman0310]

hnnnnng

[michiiilada]

dead pixel

[noodles-and-tea]

Our hextech dream….

[mamalovedme]

[doveskarma]

how are we all feeling after today ???

[sylvs0l]

“You’d turn on me after all we’ve been through?”

[synapple]

I spent like three hours making this

[so-you-read-the-usernames]

Female characters who are the sole voice of reason <<<<<<< Female characters who think of themselves as the sole voice of reason but who are actually just as insane as those around them

[wafflehouseyuri]

I literally cannot stop thinking about how insane it is that assad zaman didn’t know he was auditioning for Armand like u are a relatively unknown actor and u go try out to be the vampires butler in a foundational piece of vampire IP, only to be actually cast as the oldest, most powerful vampire in the entire work and u inhabit that character so well that everyone watching cannot imagine this role going to anyone else, who else could capture that half blank half apocalyptic look?? How the fuck could he have ever just been rashid

[fawnlovenlace]

you’ll never find me here!!

[greykolla-art]

Charlie: “I’m so glad my most villain-coded friend is at full power again! 🥰💕”

*throws this to you angst goblins like raw steak* ❤️

(No I will not do a part 2!❤️)

[fawnontheweb]

[givemeureyes]

day 1 without ao3: i have gone through all 5 stages of grief multiple times and have invented a 6th. i will not disclose what the 6th stage of grief is.