#is this angst?

[rainyrambles-overcod]

this one was a fairly popular one on my other old blog, so I shall bring it here:

Imagine getting into an argument/fight with one partner!John Mactavish, but nothing can seem to bridge the two of you just yet. No horizon yet in sight for forgiveness, each party stubborn set in their perspective no matter which side was in the right.

Imagine putting space between the two of you come bedtime, settling on the couch, unable to kick him from the bed, or lie beside him.

Imagine waking up sometime late into the night, hours after falling asleep but hours still to sunrise. Tangled into your blanket on the couch, but unable to move your legs due to the weight of your partner draped over them, kneeling despite his bad knee, unable to stay separate from you for even one night. Curled over your feet like a kicked and saddened puppy, sleeping despite the obvious discomfort in his limbs.

A puppy. He’s literally a puppy.

[rosessupersecretaccount]

Popularboy!Gojo who's laugh makes everyone in the classroom turn to look

Popularboy!Gojo who looks so good walking out of gym class, his shirt stuck to his abs with sweat and a cocky smile on his face when he notices you looking

Popularboy!Gojo who never bullies the nerds in class, but stands by quietly as his friends tease them

Popularboy!Gojo who has a reputation for breaking girls hearts

Popularboy!Gojo who flirts with anything that has legs and has the misfortune of coming within a kilometre of him

Popularboy!Gojo whose friends yell “Who?” when he's paired with you for the school project

Popularboy!Gojo who elbows said friends, before nodding his head towards you

Popularboy!Gojo who grins at you charmingly, his eyes flicking up and down your body in a way that only he could pull off

Popularboy!Gojo, who raises his eyebrows when you invite him over to work on the project. “It is worth sixty percent of our grade…” you tell him

Popularboy!Gojo who surprises you with his understanding of the work, but brushes it off with a casual “It's easy..”

Popularboy!Gojo who calls you beautiful as you stare at the work in confusion

Popularboy!Gojo who assures you everything you’ve heard about him isn’t true, and that how he feels about you is different!

Popularboy!Gojo who's so convincing you let him kiss you, maybe you are special?

Popularboy!Gojo who avoids your eyes the next day as his friends call you a slut

Popularboy!Gojo who gapes in shock as you slam your door in his face, weren’t you two meant to work together today?

Popularboy!Gojo who you watch nod at the new girl he's been partnered with in class, the same grin spreading over his face as he looks her up and down

Popularboy!Gojo who makes you feel so stupid for thinking he actually liked you

[amaryllisoup]

a little bit of Santa Perla silliness (not really silly)🌻

[crystallizsch]

“If all it is is eight letters Why is it so hard to say?”

“If all it is is eight letters Why am I in my own way?”

SCREAMS.

[occudo]

we got angst in the og knight fic, when are we gonna get angst in this au /hj

And that's how Jon got into witch school

I realized now that you maybe meant Martin-focused angst, but oh well-

[madbard]

I don’t think anyone was surprised when Stanford Pines cut ties with his family. He was already living on the other coast. His potential to earn the family millions had been firmly squandered; his father certainly didn’t want to see his face after that. Maybe he called on occasion, spoke with Caryn or Shermie. But as he grew steadily more fixated on his work, he didn’t have the time to talk anymore. And the less he picked up, the less they called.

So when Stanford went radio silent, they weren’t surprised. His twin had just died, without them ever having made up. That would change anyone. Caryn likely wasn’t too happy with him after he missed the funeral, anyway. Stanford had been pushing his family away for so long; it was only a matter of time before he finished the job and fully cut them off.

So they called him on birthdays and holidays. Maybe a card, a letter. Sometimes he picked up, but he didn’t talk much. He sounded… different. But then again, they hadn’t spoken in so long. Was it any surprise that he had changed?

When Filbrick died, they let him know. Stanford didn’t come to the funeral. No one was surprised at this point. They knew Filbrick too well for that. They remembered Stanford’s childhood, and imagined that they knew him as well.

It may have gone on like this; Stanford vanishing deeper and deeper into the recesses of memory and quiet resentment. The Pines family may have forgotten their once-prized son.

Then ‘Stanford’ got a call. It was sheer chance that he picked up this time; that he stayed on after realizing it was Shermie. Maybe he just realized it had been a long time since his last call. Maybe he was in an especially good mood, or an especially bad one. Maybe he was homesick.

Regardless of how it came about, the most distant member of the Pines family picked up the phone that day and was told that Caryn Pines, having lived a long life, had finally reached the end of her rope. And before she went, she wanted to see her surviving sons.

It would have been a long drive, the longest he’d taken since the eighties. When he arrived, he would have looked exhausted, suit wrinkled and gloved hands buried in his pockets. The other Pines would have been shocked that he’d actually showed, that the reclusive and elusive Stanford had finally left his cabin. They would have taken a moment to reset their mental images of him. Maybe they would have wondered, dimly, what his twin would have looked like at that age. Then ‘Stanford’ would have entered the room where his mother was resting.

Caryn Pines, the charlatan psychic, would have looked up in that moment. She would have locked eyes with the middle-aged man standing across the room, and for a moment she wouldn’t recognize him. It had been so long.

But after those first few seconds, Caryn would recognize her son, standing there like one of the ghosts she’d never believed in.

“… Stanley? Is that you?”

“…”

“You came home.”

[mmavverickk]

theoretically, i understand the appeal of having percy, annabeth, and grover go to college. annabeth wants to be an architect, percy wants to be with annabeth, and grover's gonna need some kind of degree backing his environmental preservation efforts. but like, i just can't see it happening.

annabeth was tasked with redesigning olympus after the destruction of the second titan war. that project is her child. she eats, sleeps, and breathes her designs for the palace. as soon as she graduates high school, that is her number one priority. this is her monument that will last forever, this is what her hubris is driving her to accomplish. college and mortal qualifications can wait until she's finished, until olympus is perfect, until her designs are real and tangible and ready to last a thousand ages, until she's made her mother proud and her father regret pushing her aside. and if she's building a family on the side, one strong enough to withstand two wars, one who will never leave her, never let her fall alone? that will last, too.

percy never had a childhood. he can barely remember a life before his abusive stepfather gabe, before he had to grow up too fast to protect himself and his mom. he never got to celebrate getting rid of the bastard, because by then he'd been thrown headfirst into the mythological world, into the expectations that come with being a child of the big three. he's twelve years old and already the fate of the world is in his hands, and he won't fail. he's fourteen, and the weight of the world rests on his shoulders, turns his hair grey. he's sixteen, and he has to make a choice, to trust someone who had betrayed him time and time again, but he doesn't know if the outcome of that choice will be the end of the world or its only hope. he graduates high school, having lived longer than he'd ever dreamed, and does not immediately throw himself into college. it's time to experience the world that he's sacrificed so much for.

grover is the lord of the wild. he spent his whole life searching for the one being who could save the planet, could keep it whole and healthy and alive. he found him, found pan, and had his hopes crushed. pan was dying. he was giving up on the planet and the people who'd believed in him for millennia. pan put all of their hopes on grover's shoulders, made it his responsibility. he stepped up to the challege, used his passion for searching and made it passion for fixing. he started immediately, despite how dire the situation was, despite all the others telling him he was wrong, that pan was still out there, that he needed to believe in a dead god. yes, he needs to find a way to get the mortals to see the effect they're having on the wild, on the environment, on the planet, but first he needs to find out how bad things truly are. he's traveled north america, he's gathered nymphs and dryads and spirits for war against the titans, but north america isn't the only place in danger. the world is his domain, and grover will rise to the challenge.

[pines4thetwin]

Thinking about sea grunks pre-stancest stuck together on that tiny boat tiptoeing around their feelings

Theyre just happy to have each other back and neither wants to mess this up but it feels like theyre walking on eggshells, trapped in a web of soft hesitant touches and half spoken words. Spun so tightly that a single step, a single breath could bring them to ruin.

And neither wants to be the one to sever them again. So they laugh and they argue and they explore the open seas but they dont dare talk about it.

Afterall, what if its just in their head?

[katyakurae]

Destroy me.

Vox is having a little too much fun with this.

Based on this beautiful Baldur's Gate 3 item: The Grand Infernal Painting.

[colacat53]

I just thought about Ben's mom in Camp Cretaceous because somewhere in season 1(near the end I believe) Ben says that his mom got him into Camp Cretaceous because she works at Jurassic World and she did it as a growing experience(which honestly ended up working out) and so imagine being that mom for the entire duration of Camp Cretaceous thinking your son died because you wanted to give him a growing experience

[giggly-squiggily]

Hello dear, long time no see! 😊

I see the sentence starters are open... may I request "When was the last time you slept?" with SatoSugu and lee!Suguru?

If this doesn't spark your interest, feel free to decline of course. I hope you're doing well and having a lovely November! 🥰🥰

Yours, Crystal ❤️

{Puffs are now CLOSED!}

Oooo, I love! :D Crystal, you always come in clutch for some good satosugu prompts! :D I've gotcha covered, friend!

Suguru held his head in his hands, taking long, measured breaths. In…and out..

“Hey.” Satoru’s voice made him startle all over. “When’s the last time you slept?”

“...Can’t recall.” No point lying. Not when he felt those crystal eyes on him. He dared a peek at Satoru’s concerned brow as the other sat beside him. “You don’t have to stay up with me.”

“I can’t sleep either.” Satoru tossed an arm around him, pulling him closer. “Not without you.”

Well damn. Suguru bit his lip as he looked at his hands, trying not to cry. Ugh, how he hated nights like this. Everything made him emotional. Even the smallest of gestures from his obnoxious boyfriend.

The hand on his shoulders dropped to his back, rubbing soothing circles against him while he struggled to compose himself. “I won’t make you talk about it, but you know you have me, right? I’m good at listening when I’m not talking.”

Suguru snorted, his mood lightening some. Satoru grinned, clearly pleased. “Maybe if you take your mind off whatever’s going on, you can sleep?”

“Maybe-hehey!” That damn hand, it went right for his hip! “Satoruhuhuhu, dohohon’t you dahahre!”

“Oh I dare.”

“Whehehll wahahke eheheveryone!”

“Who’s everyone? It’s just the two of us.”

“Yoohohu know whahaht I meahhaan! Aheahhaha!” His laughter overcame him, making Suguru fall into his chest completely. Burying his face to mute the sound of his giggles, he weakly batted at Satoru’s hands as they carried on their mission to make him forget. “Oohohokay, ohohokay, enohohogh!”

“Are you sure?” Satoru did as asked, gently grabbing Suguru’s hand. “Are you gonna try to go to bed now?”

“Ehehehe..hehehe..yeahhah..yeah. I am.” Nodding, he watched Satoru get up, tugging him along. “This is dumb but..thanks, Satoru.”

“Of course it’s dumb. That’s how I do things.” The white haired man turned back with a grin, eyes warm. “If it means you’re happy, I’ll forever be your tiny jester.”

“Dork.” Suguru rolled his eyes, squeezing his hand back. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[snailjo]

Ritshou angst hours

Shou’s scars from his (implied) awakening through CLAWs experiments

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

Today's @wolfstarmicrofic is second chances xoxo

(760 words.)

"I just- I don't know what to do anymore," Remus says hopelessly, as Lily reaches out to pat his hand reassuringly.

"It's tricky. Dumbledore's put you in an awful position."

Realistically, he knows that she's right. He knows that he'd probably be beside himself if Sirius was going out on dangerous missions that he wasn't allowed to talk about, but it isn't like he's actively seeking out danger, keeping secrets for fun! There's literally nobody else for the job, and he can't help that! He hates keeping things from Sirius just as much as Sirius hates not knowing, but who is he to question Dumbledore's orders? He wants to say it all to Lily, but he can feel the lump in his throat, threatening him with tears. Instead, he just shrugs, scrubbing a hand over his face.

"We've got an owl from Moody," James voice interjects. He steps into the living room, eyes scanning over a small piece of parchment. "There's been an attack in Hogsmeade, we've got to get to an emergency meeting."

Just like that, Remus freezes, ears starting to ring as he's brought back to the argument that drove him to the Potters.

"Merlin, you know I-! Sirius, where are you going?" Remus asked exasperatedly, at the sight of Sirius turning and walking to the front door.

"Hog's Head," Sirius answered gruffly, clipped. "I'll be back when I'm back."

Just like that, he was gone.

Remus' breathing shallows, panic gripping at him. Sirius was there. He was there, and now he might be-"

"Remus? Remus, hey, breathe." Lily's hands reach out and grab his shoulders, eyes bearing into his. "What's going on?"

"Uh, Or- Order members," He starts, trying to think through a sudden, panic induced incoherence. "Were there any there? Any caught in the- in the attack?"

"I don't know, it doesn't say," James answers, perplexed. It's all Lily needs for her eyes to widen, for the realisation to dawn on her.

"Right, let's go, yeah? Remus, listen, he's probably at the house. We don't know anything for sure, so try not to panic." He nods vaguely, wishing with each passing second that he could believe her.

Still, he dutifully lets Lily grab his arm, apparating the two of them to the familiar Order house.

He wastes no time in bursting through the door, straight into the packed lounge. Chaos is everywhere, injured members being treated while Moody grills them, presumably getting a timeline of events. Somewhere that feels all too distant to Remus, he's asked a security question. He must answer it, because he's left well enough alone. It doesn't matter to him, though. He's scanning every inch of the small house, searching for-

Sirius.

He's sitting on a small sofa, with Marlene crouched in front of him, wand aloft, healing what she can. He looks a right mess; he's covered in dirt, bleeding, his hair tangled from whatever explosion he had been caught up in.

He's beautiful.

Sirius is quietly answering questions, eyes lifting from the floor and drifting detachedly around across the room. They glide past Remus, before practically doing a double take, his eyes snapping into focus. In seconds, he's up. Ignoring apparent protests from Marlene, he moves past her as Remus manages to find his footing. There isn't a moment's hesitation when they meet, pulling one another into a hug. It's bone crushing, Remus clinging to Sirius like he'll vanish again if he doesn't. Desperation seeps into his every move, burying his face into Sirius' hair and oh, Remus Lupin is a selfish, selfish man. He'll tell Sirius every secret, deny every instruction that he is ever given, just as long as it means that he can hold onto the safety and security that is Sirius Black.

"I thought- I thought you were-"

"I know. Christ, for a second I thought I was..." Sirius' voice breaks and he trails off, holding Remus just a little tighter.

"I'm so sorry. Merlin, Sirius, I'm so fucking sorry."

"No, don't be. Please, don't be. You don't have to- I'm the one who should be-"

"I love you," Remus whispers, finally breaking out of the hug and meeting Sirius' eyes. "I love you so much, okay?"

"I love you," Sirius says back, eyes tearing up and a watery smile appearing on his face. Remus reaches out and cups Sirius' face with both hands, not wasting anymore time as he pulls Sirius to him and connects their lips.

This. This right here. This moment, this man.

He'll do anything for him. Anything for their second chance.

[sock-has-rock]

(two versions cos my phone can't pick up colours correctly so I add filter)

(i swear everytime I try to post here it doesn't work correctly 😔) anyway more art for of blood and bones (@emerialyncodevenice ) because I cannot control my brain and this fic consumes my waking thoughts

[simp-thingz]

Tattoo Artist! Touya who even after months can’t seem to get over you. How could he when you’re inked into his skin? His friends warned him it was a bad idea, getting tattoos dedicated solely to you, even a few designed by you for this very reason. Even his favorite whiskey didn’t taste as comforting as it used to. He couldn’t even flip through his sketchbook in peace without being saddened by the very images of you he himself had drawn. Including the image that was forever trapped in his brain and on paper, the image of you, broken down sobbing as he walked out the door leaving you behind forever.