#it's the end of an era babes

[reminiscingtonight]

Does anyone else just randomly remember this is the last season we're ever going to have Rose and Pinoe playing together and just want to cry?

[summerontatooine]

Chapters: 26/26 Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Arthur Morgan/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Arthur Morgan, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), John Marston, Abigail Roberts Marston, Jack Marston Additional Tags: Romance, Slow Burn, Marriage of Convenience, Marriage, Family, Angst, Arthur Morgan Lives, Fix-It, High Honor Arthur Morgan, Miscommunication, Idiots in Love, Fluff and Smut Summary:

Arthur Morgan has left the Van Der Linde gang for good. There's no way he could continue on the path that Dutch had been steering them towards. Now he has left for the far northwest portion of The Grizzlies Territory to work as a logger in a town called Hemlock. In an unexpected turn of events, he befriends an older couple that lives across the street from him. As time goes on, he finds him self caring about the family. Especially for the couples daughter named Temperance. Will Arthurs' past continue to haunt him in this new place and what will happen when tragedy strikes the family he has come to care about?

@photo1030

[wastingawayinmyroom]

@wolfstarmicrofic - prompt: hurt no comfort - word count: 179 - warning: suicide, double mcd.

missed.

The stars are pretty tonight, Remus thinks. They have nothing on him.

His phone is ringing in the bathroom. It’s probably James, or Peter, or Lily. Trying to reach out to him. See if he’s alright.

He knows he should probably pick up, but he doesn’t. He has other plans.

A wisp of cigarette smoke floats up into the night sky, and the dull grey reminds him of Sirius’ eyes. He misses Sirius, for a split second, then remembers.

He’ll be joining Sirius. His beloved. He’ll be joining Sirius tonight, if everything goes to plan.

No more scars, he thinks. This will be the final cut.

He wants to smile, but he can’t bring himself to. Not without Sirius.

So he makes his way to the kitchen, where a handgun is conveniently placed on the counter. It’s his only one, a gift from his father.

If everything went right, he’d see his father, too.

He pictures it.

Everyone he’d missed for so long. Together. With him.

And he puts the gun

to the side

of his head

and

shoots.

…

@the-boy-who-drank-the-stars hi!!!!! here’s a microfic!!!!!

[tommytomatoe]

it’s literally my fav redacted couple | geordi & cutie

[bookshelfdreams]

americans learn what the middle ages are challenge

[daisychainsandbowties]

Lilith in N7 armor, though…

It may or may not surprise you to know that I actually have a whole mass effect au planned out in my head. I just…. Yeah. Ava Silva and the weight of the world on her shoulders. Ava Silva giving exclusive sponsorship to every single tech and weapons shop on the Citadel. Ava Silva with her aquarium and her pet hamster and a shadow longer than her life.

Ava Silva, waking up to fire in the sky above Mindoir. Ships blotting out the sky and the trees a smear of sound and heat and light outside her window. It’s enough to make them burst inward, waking her in time to save her life.

Boots in the hall of their little house and her mother running inside the room, pushing the dresser she made out of this planet up against the door they brought with them from the stars. Ava doesn’t know anything but this place – the grass crunchy in winter and the flowers in spring and the leaves in autumn and all the sunsets in summer.

Her mother has old scars on her hands and an old rifle she keeps under her bed and an old set of armour she wears now. It’s broken open across her chest and the gauntlets are cracked, falling onto the wood floor as she looks for Ava, finds her by the window in a halo of broken glass.

It’s weird, too see her smiling and bleeding at the same time.

There’s a second red heart on her chest, and when she speaks she leaves blood spatter on Ava’s forearms. Clutches at her so tightly that Ava is certain she could never let her go, but then she’s smoothing Ava’s hair off her face, tucking strands behind her ear.

She carries Ava to the window – she’s nine, too big for carrying and she squirms but her mother’s grip is iron. The grass is still wet from overnight rain, somehow, even backlit as they both are by fire. The shape of tall trees in her mother’s eyes which are just the same colour as hers. Brown like earth.

The door to Ava’s bedroom splinters and the last thing Ava hears as she’s pushed onto her back – out of sight and out of reach – is her mother telling her to run. This she knows how to do, running laps around the track at school while the other kids are still stretching out their legs. She knows how to do it alone in the woods around their house or down toward the lake, pretending to chase birds or her own shadow.

Ava, running and always, forever after this, running. Away from town, from home, with an old Alliance beacon in her hand, blinking like a red eye against her palm.

They’ll find you, she’d whispered, pressing it wet into Ava’s small hand, and they did.

When the Alliance come they find Ava. Just her. They ask her questions but all she can tell them about is fire, and sitting in the old cabin by the lake, underneath the floorboards with bugs the size of her hands crawling in the dirt around her. Staring at the beacon until she slept again. Woke again. Slept again.

Ten years later she’s on Akuze and everyone she trained with is dead around her. She’s fresh out of basic training and her armour belonged to someone else before her, ill-fitting at the shoulders and the hips. Her greaves rattle when she walks, and everyone teases her about it and then she’s running past pieces of them.

The creature responsible bleeds so much when it dies, and its insides burn where they touch Ava’s skin. When they find her, she’s carrying a fistful of dog tags, spends a week in a medi-gel bath regrowing a fifth of her skin. They recruit her straight into the N7 program, and some nights, sitting in various drop-ships eating expired ration bars, or gunning down mercs, she wonders if her mother would recognise her anymore. They were supposed to be farmers.

Then Eden Prime, the beacon and a Turian called Adriel who wants to bring about the end of the world. She meets an odd archaeologist on a lonely dig site and her name is Beatrice. A sniper on the Citadel called Shannon, who likes to wear blue. Their pilot, Mary, has a knack for pissing everyone off and a soft spot for Ava.

She sits in the mess late at night, when the ship’s circadian lights make everything dim and secret, drinking coffee with too much creamer and listening to Beatrice talk about the Protheans.

It's the wrong time to fall in love.

They win, eventually, and Ava is quietly side-lined for saying too much, too loudly about the Reapers, who want to come down from the sky and burn everything, like the slavers burned her home once upon a time.

And then she dies.

Her body, burned by the mouth of a planet upon re-entry, finds its way into the hands of a shadow organisation called Cerberus, who call her Lazarus and bring her back from the dead. She wakes up full of hairline fractures, her face trying to break open, bleeding red light like her once-small fingers, like running away again and waking up to flashlights, strange voices. Everything about life is circular.

She wakes in the hands of a girl with designer blood and bones not quite as handmade as Ava’s, but close. Her name is Lilith, and the first thing she tells Ava is that the galaxy hasn’t run out of ways to use her just yet.

[mousemannation]

ruru quarter final kings?

[haus-of-wu]

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the way this is literally how taemin is quitting sm lalsjxncl

[olympiansally]

“Don’t hang up” Kouyou’s voice sounds through the call, cold and bitter. Dazai blinks, shoulders relaxing slightly because he’d been expecting Mori. “Now, that’s funny” Dazai grits against the receiver “Bye, Ane-san” “It’s Chuuya” she says, and while her voice is even, there’s a sharp kind of desperation in it, so much of it that he feels himself freezing. Dazai does not hang up.

 Or, Dazai made sure Mori would know that using Chuuya to get him to come back wouldn’t work. He lied about it with a bomb, loud and clear. He just didn’t expect Chuuya to end up believing it too. Or alternatively, the one in which Chuuya uses Corruption during Dazai’s defection and Dazai comes back for him.

[sick-sad-little-world]

🔥🏍️🔥 BIKER BABE 🔥🏍️🔥

[beneathsilverstars]

Tagged by @eldragon-x! rules: make a poll with five of your all time favorite characters and then tag five people to do the same.

gonna use my own fan art bc why not. let's go on a journey through art styles past...

tagging @sniffanimal @elkomie @renegadeshroom @vamppeach and anyone else who wants to do it :>

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

◅◄⫷SAMUEL ON THE BASS⫸►▻

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

He fishes his jacket off the tile and deposits the earring into the pocket, leaves them both on the floor. Before he exits the bathroom, he studies his sterling reflection. He’s not who he once was. No Christ, no Jacob, no Jeremiah. And he shouldn’t be. Because he’s twenty-four karat, twinkling, not just otherworldly, unforgiving, untouchable, not just a god or a man—but a trophy at last.

actually, sometimes I really do feel bad for Harrison <3

[godcantstopme]

finally changed my icon after more than 2 years

[chancheols]

Maybe I was super wrong and it really is a whole comeback.

[yappacadaver]

getting divorced and committing a murder in one year is a lot for the average person but if you throw in a new car...