#just rattling the bars of my enclosure

[that-ineffable-devil]

Edwin lovingly chastising Niko for sitting on the roof ledge by saying "you don't want to catch your death."

The same episode in which she literally catches her death by stepping in front of Crystal.

And she just sweetly responds "I won't."

[shorthaltsjester]

the mighty nein - critical role

this is a place where i don't feel alone. this is a place where i feel at home.

[dizzybizz]

jay kinda day today

[fighterlmao]

Figuring out an early Gillion design for myself! I haven't gotten too far in the show but he makes me feel insane ! Pls let me know if he has any cool scars or trinkets I should add hehe...

[festivating]

i'm still thinking about wicked's finale. glinda's last spoken dialogue is "i'd like to try to be glinda the good" because that's what elphaba wanted for her, to do everything elphaba couldn't do and make the world a better place. she's carrying out elphaba's wish and in a way honoring her, even when that's not what either of them want, even when the only thing they both want is to be together again.

and elphaba DOES want to be with her again. her final dialogue is literally "i only wish that glinda could know that we're alive." and the last thing she sings is the reprise of for good. even in the last moments of the show she's thinking about glinda. only glinda.

then glinda starts the reprise, and elphaba answers. they think about each other until the end. their very last lines are for each other.

[bombuni]

contains: jongho x reader, comfort, implied depressed!chronically ill!reader

Jongho’s pace quickens as he reaches your familiar hallway. His feet seem to know the way by now, as his mind is completely locked onto you and not where he’s walking. Still he finds himself in front of your sweet, perfectly ‘you’ welcome mat. His muscle memory follows what he’s done a hundred times, taking the keys you’d given him months ago and unlocking your front door.

It’s oddly silent inside your apartment. Usually it’s filled with your energy, which seems to infiltrate everything you come into contact with. Including Jongho. He walks further in, knocking on the door of your bedroom. He sees a bundle of blankets sat in the middle of your bed and he figures it’s you sulking. Imagining your body smothered by all the fabric makes him smile.

Jongho slides onto your sheets next to you, trying to bring his arm around the pounds of fabric surrounding you, “Hey,”

He feels you shift and finally your head pops out of the makeshift cocoon. There’s bags under your eyes and you’re still in your pajamas. There’s a pang in Jongho’s heart that always seems to hit when he’s with you. It’s familiar, and he knows it’s that same urge he has to make sure you never have to lift another pretty finger again. It’s not possible to bend the laws of everything, but he thinks if he tries hard enough, he can cater the world to your every need. He’ll try.

You plop your head onto his shoulder, “Hey,”

He presses a kiss to the crown of your head, taking in the scent of your shampoo, “Bad day?”

You look up at him with the saddest eyes and he can’t help but coo at you, “Jjong, I haven’t even gotten out of bed today,”

He hums, “Mmm, s’okay, I only got dressed to see you,”

He turns to look at you when he hears you laugh, hoping to catch a glance of the smile he sees in even in his dreams. You raise your arm to let him into your cocoon and he scoots in, moving you so you’re comfortably in his lap. He wraps the blankets back around the two of you, letting you curl in and forget about everything else.

“But I’m like this all the time,” you mutter after a beat of silence, “Doesn’t it suck we have to live for like 80 more years?”

He knows that it does and will continue to ‘suck’ for you. What with needing constant medications just to function, and he’s seen how ‘low’ your ‘lows’ can get. But, he likes to remind you that he’s always been the one to bring you back up. He’s handed you every brick you’ve used to build yourself.

“No,” Jongho thinks for a moment, “‘Cause I get more time to take care of you.”

You turn to look at him with a cheeky smile, ready to tease him but he shuts you up with a roll of his eyes, “Be quiet.”

You lean into him, giggling as he pretends to smother you in his arms, “I wasn’t going to say anything!”

Jongho grumbles something about ‘ruining his reputation’ but you can’t really hear over the sound of your laughter. His hoodie smells like cinnamon and his perfect brown hair falls into your eyes. It’s a nice day, but you’ll spend it inside with your boyfriend.

bom note: i love how i JUST said i wasn’t going to post .. im not sorry bc there is a criminal lack of jongho fics in this world and he’s literally my tiny squishy bear

[canisalbus]

Hi I was thinking about your sad gay dogs and how their paths have diverged since you created them and this need from folks to save then and anyway anyway I wrote a poem.

A past that never existed

A future that cannot be

Fiction rendered soft fantasy

Created destined for tragedy

And yet the world asks so

Can they be remembered

Wherever they do go

.

[spacerockband]

the doctor games

[sopekooks]

153/638 days of missing yoongi

[tallmadgeandtea]

This week on Turn Twitter:

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Yeah, ‘Favorite Regular’ suuure (/s)

(P.s. these are the transcripts for the “Happy Haunting to Boo and Yours” storybook)

nearly passed away right then and there. like we all know Barnaby is Howdy's favorite but still... ough <3

[thedeadthree]

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✧ — 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓.

coffee or tea | early bird or night owl | chocolate or vanilla | spring or fall | silver or gold | pop or alternative | freckles or dimples | snakes or sharks | mountains or fields | thunder or lightning | egyptian mythology or greek mythology | ivory or scarlet | flute or lyre | opal or diamond | butterflies or honeybees | macarons or eclairs | typewritten or handwritten | secret garden or secret library | rooftop or balcony | spicy or mild | opera or ballet | london or paris | vincent van gogh or claude monet | denim or leather | potions or spells | ocean or desert | mermaids or sirens | masquerade ball or cocktail party

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𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐎 — nostalghia.

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐊 — mannequin pussy.

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[transmoriarty]

sherlock posting in 2024 but thinkin abt how diabolical it is w jim saying “u can have me arrested. u can torture me. u can do anything u like to me. but nothing’s going to prevent them from pulling the trigger” literally to the brother of the Government Agent who just recently tortured him for weeks

[skibasyndrome]

me, lying to myself: I can be normal about Omar

me when I see a single picture: I need to BITE HIS KNEECAPS

[galedekarios]

i wish ppl would stop making every boundary gale sets for himself about mystra or his perceived insecurities from his relationship with mystra

[beskar33]

Hey y'all :') things are still pretty up in the air but I don't wanna get too personal on here. It's just been a lot between my own health & family shit. For now, I'm safe with my sis & bro in law, who have been so incredibly loving, patient, and generous 💚 gonna refill the queue these next couple days. Here's my favorite niece for good fortune on your journeys.