#it's too angsty to actually be in the show

[shadowqueenjude]

Yessssss Azriel-Beron makes Azris so angsty! And the best part with this story is that it can go two ways: it can end with defying fate and winding up with the one he loves or a tragic ending showing that fate is inevitable.

And I have many headcanons for them that I came up with with the help of @sonics-atelier :

The burns on azzy's arms are supposedly his father, but what if that's a cover-up and the burns were actually from Beron

Beron has branded azriel and then to hide his shame he gets illyrian tattoos to cover it up, which surprises Cass and Rhys because he hates the illyrians and their customs

Beron sent his sons to kill Azriel's brothers and this is why Eris knows how to track shadowsingers

And his mother was hurt so az is very protective of her

Would also explain why he never wants to go to illyria because of the bad memories and the fact that he's the reason his family is dead

Beron married Eris off to Azriel so that he could not leave Autumn in spite of the bargain Azriel made for his freedom.

Beron successfully kidnapped Nora (using Azriel), Tamlin and Helion’s daughter, a spoiled cunty little bitch (girlboss) and convinced her to marry his second son, Henri Vanserra.

Ultimately Eris is the one who frees Azriel from Autumn.

Azriel helping the Illyrians and then he realizes Beron is after him again, and he's forced to work with Lucien and Eris too and confront his biases

So continuing on the rejected mates trail… I think I’d find Gwynriel more compelling if it was a rejected mates story. Hear me out, this is pro Gwynriel:

Because Azriel has spent so long obsessing about that mating bond, imagine. Imagine he had to come to terms with the fact that maybe the bond isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, that what he was so jealous and bitter about isn’t worth it.

Azriel waiting centuries for a mate then whining when a superior man got one before him and grumbling about him not having one… And gwynriels take this as a point in their favor that az would ditch elain as soon as he found a mate, and while I believe according to SJM world this is absolutely correct, this is, in my opinion, exactly why his mate should be someone he can’t love. Bc it’s hard to find a mated romance compelling for Az when it’s so obvious he would accept his mate immediately bc his ass is so desperate for that bond. I know Gwyn is gonna know they’re mates and reveal it to az in the end bc az has to fall without knowing about the mating bond but we’ve already had that plotline like 100000 times.

But imagine the reason Azriel resents the Vanserras so much is because (unhinged i know) his body subconsciously knew his mate is Beron Vanserra. He could never love Beron Vanserra so he rejected the bond. And then he had to deal with the disappointment of the mating bond while he falls in love with Gwyn.

We can explain the dancing shadows and light with Gwyn being a lightsinger. I love this theory except when it’s used to vilify Gwyn. But imagine how compelling it would be for her to have to come to terms with her “evil” powers, and this way she matches with Az’s “evil” shadowsinger powers.

Imagine the reaction in Sangravah is because Azriel has experienced something similar before. Maybe even at the hands of Beron himself.

I don’t know, I just think this would really get me to root for Azriel. The character development🤌🏽🤌🏽🤌🏽🤌🏽🤌🏽

[bucksdaffy]

tommy really doesn't like halloween. any reason? well, plenty, actually.

first, the spooky theme just isn’t for him. horror movies? no, thanks. his day-to-day life is already stressful enough—he doesn’t need to add fake scares to the mix. when tommy sits down to watch something, he wants to relax, to get lost in a good story, not be on edge. why would anyone choose to make themselves anxious for fun?

second, people act really fucking reckless on halloween. the streets are full of kids pulling pranks, and half the time, it feels like common sense goes out the window. that means tommy and his team get stuck responding to ridiculous emergency calls all night. it’s just unnecessary chaos.

third, the whole dress-up thing. finding a costume is a hassle, and once you’re in it, you’re stuck sweating all night. and for what? to pretend to be something you’re not? tommy’s spent enough of his life pretending—he doesn’t see the appeal in doing it for fun.

fourth, halloween has always been tied to painful memories for him. it’s a bit embarrassing, but when he was little, his mom told him a terrifying story, trying to appease his insistence that he was brave enough to handle something scary. it backfired spectacularly, leaving him with nightmares that still haunt him as an adult.

but the worst part? halloween was his father’s favorite holiday, and when his dad celebrated, the entire household paid the price. tommy can still hear his mother’s screams and feel the bruises forming under his father’s fists. to him, halloween wasn’t just spooky—it was a time of danger and fear.

so, yeah, tommy hates halloween. if he could, he’d lock himself inside and wait for the madness to pass. unfortunately, his shifts often fall on halloween, forcing him into the chaos, so he can't always avoid it. but this year, he got lucky. his plan? stay home, avoid everyone, and spend the night alone.

that’s why, when buck invites him over for a halloween movie night, tommy hesitates. buck loves halloween just like everyone else, doesn’t he? tommy’s not sure he can handle that. but still, he agrees. after all, it’s evan—maybe it won’t be so bad.

but when tommy arrives, he’s immediately overwhelmed. buck’s apartment is decked out in halloween decorations, and the stack of horror movies buck’s excitedly prepared feels like way too much. tommy’s stomach churns. he tries to push through it because he really, really likes evan, but the longer he sits there, the more agitated he becomes. the decorations, the movies, the memories—they all weigh heavily on him. he can’t focus on buck; his mind is racing. he fidgets, feeling more trapped by the second.

buck notices and asks what’s wrong, but tommy is too overwhelmed to explain. instead, he resorts to passive-aggressive comments, hoping to deflect. but when buck presses for more, tommy finally snaps. he blurts out in frustration that he really doesn’t like halloween and doesn’t even know why he showed up; he should have told buck that before accepting the invite. without elaborating, he stands up, apologizes, and leaves. tommy knows he’s being selfish, but at that moment, he just can’t handle it.

buck is left confused and hurt, not just because tommy left so suddenly, but because he didn’t say anything sooner. tommy clearly had a bad time, but instead of talking about it, he shut down. buck doesn’t know whether to give tommy space or reach out, but he knows one thing for sure: he wants this relationship to work.

after talking it over with maddie and josh, buck realizes that he needs to let tommy know he’s not going anywhere. tommy doesn’t have to open up if he’s not ready, but he can’t keep shutting buck out.

so buck shows up at tommy’s door. he apologizes, but more importantly, he asks tommy not to give up on their relationship just yet. he tells tommy he’s here for the long haul, that he wants to be there for him, even if tommy’s not ready to talk about what’s bothering him.

and tommy’s eyes well up, and he pulls buck into a tight hug, not wanting to let go. after a few moments, he opens up a little, mentioning how his childhood and halloween are deeply intertwined with bad memories. buck’s heart breaks for him, but he holds tommy closer, pressing gentle kisses to his head.

buck promises that from now on, they’ll celebrate halloween their way—no horror, no stress. just the two of them, baking tommy’s favorite cake, watching romcoms or silly animated movies, creating new memories that have nothing to do with fear.

and tommy doesn’t realize it just yet, but maybe halloween won’t be so bad anymore. in fact, with buck by his side, it might even be something he can actually look forward to.

[liauditore]

cw// implied character death, double life nonsense

because you are love itself.

[freshwarrior757]

They Never Learn

Amy, Britney, Miley, Justin, Aaron, Nick, Lance, Chester, and now Liam.

Some made it out alive, but many didn't.

How many more people have to go through this?

And every time, people act like they loved them all along. They act like they loved them. They tore them down and then they tried to play the victim.

[clowningcrows]

watching will graham shaking and gasping on the floor after being stabbed is unfortunately making me realize i think i may actually be bisexual after all…….

[pawfulofwaffles]

Here have this

[zukkaoru]

i think. everyone should stop reading my most popular fics that aren't really that good and start reading the ones with 18 kudos that are significantly better

[yingren]

“So, I don’t think I’m dying, or anything, and it’s probably not that serious, but… I’m kinda bleeding. A lot.” / aventurine vc lemme hide out here and bleed on u

HURT / COMFORT : STARTERS / accepting.

cryptic, subdued, and undeniably strange - that’s the only way ren can sum up his last exchange with aventurine. a few messages traded back and forth, vague enough to raise questions, before a location pin was abruptly sent. less than thirty minutes later, aventurine appeared, looking more disheveled than ren ever thought possible. to say ren was caught off guard would be putting it lightly. aventurine isn’t exactly predictable, and ren has learned to expect the unexpected when it comes to him. yet this? this was something else entirely, so far out of the realm of what ren might have anticipated that it momentarily left him at a loss. 

a damp cloth presses against the edges of an open wound, trying to clean around the jagged tear obscured by the blood pooling and staining the surrounding skin. the process had been almost instinctive, the hunter moving quickly and efficiently as though they’d done this a hundred times before. without hesitation, he had led aventurine to the couch, eased him down, and sternly instructed him to stay still.  though injuries are far from rare in ren’s experience, he’s tended to far worse without so much as flinching, something about this particular moment sets his nerves on edge. his stomach churns uncomfortably, coiling tighter with each passing second, making every movement he makes feel slow and stilted, as if bound by invisible tension.

somewhere amidst the process of getting aventurine to sit down, the man began weaving together an explanation, a rambling narrative that ren has no desire to hear. the words spill from aventurine’s lips like oil on water, unwanted and infuriating, each syllable prodding at ren’s already frayed nerves. there’s a heat rising in him, simmering just below the surface, and though he can’t pinpoint the precise reason for his agitation, the fire burns brightly in his crimson eyes, betraying the calm demeanor he struggles to maintain.  

his actions still remain steady, deliberate, and uncharacteristically careful as he tends to aventurine’s wounds, every motion executed with meticulous precision. yet his composure is a fragile veneer - his clenched jaw and tense shoulders reveal the storm brewing within. aventurine’s words, each one spoken with that familiar, almost melodic cadence that ren might normally find tolerable, even pleasant, now serve only to stoke the flames of his irritation.  

ordinarily, ren could appreciate the man’s knack for weaving charm into his voice, the way it lingers like a tune that’s impossible to forget. but now, that very quality feels like an insult, a deliberate test of his patience. every sentence, every attempt to explain or justify, feels like another deliberate poke, daring ren to snap, to silence him outright. and while he hasn’t yet given in to the urge, the temptation looms, an ever-present shadow in the back of his mind.

“ quiet. be quiet. ” the cloth in his hand is tossed aside once the worst of the bleeding has been dealt with, replaced by the familiar roll of bandages he typically reserves for himself. a staple of his existence, so intertwined with his image that ren doubts anyone could describe him without mentioning them, now being used to mend someone else. the irony isn’t lost on him, and the sinking realization that this might not help at all weighs heavy in the back of his mind.  

in silence, he repeats a process he’s perfected over countless years, as if the rote steps will anchor him: stop the bleeding, clean the wound, apply antibiotic ointment, cover the wound, wrap it tightly. step by step. over & over. his hands, which have always felt like a cruel joke compared to what they used to be, seem even less capable now. they tremble with a frustration he refuses to acknowledge, going through the motions with mechanical precision, even as his energy falters.  

“ where have you been ? ” the questioning begins, as if he wouldn’t have the answers he’s looking for if he had let aventurine explain. “ what did you get yourself into this time — no, who did this to you ? ” gaze does its best to avert from the chaos, to find something else to look at, but he inevitably fails - stuck in place as he kneels on the ground before the couch, one hand still resting on top of aventurine’s leg. 

these things aren’t supposed to happen, not to the people he holds in some unspoken regard. it’s a naïve hope, really, this belief that certain people in his life would remain untouched by moments like this. for some reason, aventurine had fallen into that category, a rare, fleeting solace ren allowed himself to indulge in. aventurine was someone ren sought out when he needed a reprieve, a moment of light amidst the unrelenting dark, a rare calm in the chaos of his existence. that ren had miscalculated & misplaced him in that fragile sanctuary of safety, feels like a bitter betrayal of his own instincts.  

it’ll haunt him later - this moment, this misstep. ren knows it. the sharp edges of it will gnaw at him, jagged puzzle pieces forcing themselves into places where they don’t belong. already, distress festers beneath the surface, a parasite feeding on his nerves, chewing away at whatever composure he has left. the guilt is relentless, and it will burrow deeper long after this moment has passed, a wound all its own that no bandage will ever mend. he should have known better. how could he? he should have known that even aventurine is not untouchable by the agony in this world.

“ you look like shit, ” calmer, still irritable, but certainly more grounded. “ can you walk ? i’m not carrying you to bed. ”

[raisinushigher]

stupid garbage brainstorming for possibilities w gandhi + abe in future seasons . normally id type the words out onto the drawing afterwards but this is just so cringe and self indulgent thst it doesn’t matter enough to do that

[lucky-clover-gazette]

14 year old me seeing myself in zuko and feeling entitled to my own anger and angst and healing … thank you atla

[cuntwrap--supreme]

Going to see my favorite band in less than a week and I'm super excited! Only downside is it's like a 4 hour drive to Nashville.

[feldspursfiyero]

it’s so funny how i rewatch s1 anthony scenes and i don’t give a shit about him (unless i really try to keep in mind what we know about him and try to understand what’s going on behind the facade/beyond what the show dictates we should see because it’s definitely not from his pov) and then i watch s2, particularly from ep 3 onwards, and suddenly it’s like, !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is my dumbass idiot

[professionalbyakuyasimp]

Remembering this incredibly edgy Octonauts fanfic I wrote when I was twelve, in which Barnacles had an evil elder brother who was like a secret evil mafia boss or something, and he ended up murdering Barnacles, taking over the Octopod and enslaving the crew, all because he wanted to... steal Shellington's fortune?? LMAO...Also I had this massive crush on Shellington so ofc I made him the main character and also headcanoned him as being extremely rich because I thought that was attractive...like, I imagined him having multiple billion dollar estates all over the world😭 lol what the fuck was wrong with teenage me

Also some of the plot was straight up ripped off from some molly moon book I think

[teamfortresstwo]

……Does Lucifer even like ducks?

[jjoshlynaround]

making a part two to the gay moment comic i made. making it clear my favorite wolfwood is 98 wolfwood