#leave me in the cabins

[differentnerddiplomatopera]

Romance

I hate it.

no but I saw a tumblr post talking about forced-romances and how we can’t just have a equal balance of found family and stuff like that (if I find the post again I will tag the original)

I’m aroace, (on the spectrum of it) and I will choose found family and platonic relationship over romance like 60/40. Depends on the day. I’m am now just realizing Odydio is the first, (maybe) romantic? relationship I’m indulging in. Not really, cus I see them in a aromantic spectrum type way. But yeah, I am just realizing that this is the first time (that I can remember) that I am allowing a romantic? relationship to take up my brain space.

Not that it’s bad to write, indulge, daydream about all romantic relationships or all platonic relationships. If you like it, I love it.

just something to think about for me.

huh.

wow.

Ancient Greek gay men got me.

But honestly..

My personal opinion…

be aromantic so you can start a cult so you can make a huge found family and take over the world, and get vegan cookie dough and make fifteen health food stores for your mom nearby and-

[knockknockitsnickels]

I think this is one of my favorite lines from the Wraith route because of (imo) how much the meaning changes depending on if you got there via Spectre or Nightmare. For Spectre, it honestly strikes me as a genuine question. Why are you doing this to her? If you're on the Spectre route, you presumably already know the Narrator can't really be trusted, since you had to reject his reward to get here. What are you hoping to gain from continuing to hurt her? For Nightmare, it honestly just makes me sad. As the Shifting Mound describes her, "She desires only companionship, but the only thing she knows is how to hurt." This line feels like a plea from someone who genuinely doesn't understand why you keep rejecting her. She wants to be with you, but she just can't understand how to do that in a way which doesn't hurt you.

[novelconcepts]

I sort of love that Van is reliably a dick to Jackie the whole time they’re in the woods. This is a character with a reputation for being sunshine, but Jackie left her for dead ONE TIME and that lesbian was like “fuck it, it’s on sight for the rest of eternity.”

There’s an alternate reality where Jackie survives to be rescued, and Van rolls up 25 years later with booze to share with everyone, “except you. You know what you did.”

[fearandhatred]

the rapture

it's a holy thing, in theory, a glorious celebration, where those who believe rise to meet the lord in the air. it's a day of joy, in theory, and maybe even of vindication for those who have always believed.

but no one thinks about how it's like to see the dead rise again—bodies clawing their way out of bolted wood and six feet of packed earth, bodies decomposed and maggot-feasted, nails stained with rot and dirt. no one thinks about the violent lurch of their bodies being jolted into the air by the stomach, gravity flinging their heads back down to earth as they struggle in vain to find footing on molecules and gas. no one thinks about those who don't make it.

no one thinks about the screams.

crowley hadn't thought about any of these things. he certainly hadn't thought about the angels that would be called back to heaven along with the believers.

here they stand dead in the middle of absolute ruin, the promise of heaven the only thing left to look forward to on the wasteland of this earth. the sky has opened up like the eye of god, watching over her people for the very first time, and crowley's black wings against the beams of light only remind him that he doesn't belong up there with the rest of them. crowley wraps his arms tight around aziraphale, squeezes his torso like he can maybe keep aziraphale with him through sheer will or, laughably, demonic intervention. like love could ever be enough. like love could stay.

around them, the cacophony of wails and mockingly exaltant trumpets scorch the earth in their intensity, clashing and agonising even—especially—for them, and words make no sound. but they hold on to each other, even as they shrink into themselves against the noise of the undying. i don't want to leave you either, aziraphale doesn't say, but his hands dig into the cotton of crowley's sleeve, and crowley hears the words through his fingertips.

he feels a stronger upward resistance against his embrace now, and he clings tighter, steadfast, even as aziraphale's grip falters. but he knows he can't hold on forever. he knows that nothing ever lasts.

trembling with something unspeakable, he lifts his arms from aziraphale's torso and covers the angel's ears with his hands. he feels more than hearing aziraphale's resulting sob, and he spreads out his wings to wrap them around their bodies. a shield, a comfort, a goodbye.

it's okay, the gesture says in silence. i'll see you in another lifetime.

[sergeantsporks]

Narrator in Slay the Princess is like "kill the princess, do it, the fate of the world depends on you" and then gives you no evidence that a world actually exists. Bestie, I tried running off and finding the "world" that I'm saving and was met with endless void. "Don't you want to save people?" the people who I've never met and have no motivation to save? The people I'm not sure even exist? I killed the princess and your "good" "happy" ending never let me see the world I supposedly saved, instead showing me only the same nothingness that appeared when I tried to run away. I don't know that the "world" and "people" you want me to save are real, but you know what is real? My beautiful inter-dimensional void wife <3

[my-pjo-stuff]

Love how Luke's response to Percy asking, “why don’t they mess with you?" being “they know better” implies that Clarisse (or other Ares kids) infact DID attempt to mess with him at some point. Only for Luke to proceed to whoop their asses so hard they never tried again XD

[mediumgayitalian]

“I feel you are at fault,” says Kayla, when he finally returns to their cabin. She gestures vaguely at The Outdoors. “For.”

“Hnnngh,” responds Will, taking three steps and tipping, gracelessly, onto Austin’s bunk, nearly bouncing right off of it. A distracted hand pats around until it reaches his head just as a grumbled oh, here we go is muffled into an oil-soaked polishing cloth.

Years ago, exactly how many Will refuses to count, this exact scenario would be met by lots and lots of teasing, by pinched cheeks and cuffed shoulders and a forehead kissed several times over. There would be at least six instruments played at once, a camera flash the second he walked in the door pouting, and more lights on that would ever be necessary. An oft-repeated and never-resolved debate, probably; you coddle him, Cass; oh, shut up, Michael, he’s little. The scent of woodgrain and antiseptic and vanilla. A thousand other details he never thought to memorize.

Now there is quiet, or at least more of it. Kayla hums as she runs a careful hand over the curve of her bow, again and again, no half inch left unchecked. Austin taps the sole of his sock against the floorboards, pen ink smeared on his fingers and the corner of his mouth, in time with the chords playing almost loudly enough in his head for Will to hear them. Both of them look up, every couple of minutes, meeting his slow blinks; Kayla, eyes rolling as hard as she can, Austin’s quick upturn of the lips.

“What if I ruin absolutely everything,” Will says softly.

Diana snorts. You are such a drama queen.

And that’s coming from this theatre, Lee adds, gesturing grandly to the gold pillars of the cabin. You’ll be fine, kid.

A chorus of agreements from the rest of the occupied bunks; Kate’s encouraging grin, Leanna’s fond hair ruffle as she dances past, Amir’s wink.

Austin reaches over and pats his hair again, although this time he looks up, sets down his music. He catches Will’s eye, deliberately, and smiles, last baby tooth near the edge of his smile wiggling with the force of it.

“You’re not going to ruin it,” he promises.

[guhbwuh2]

Moose moodboard :]

[joogios]

Eren is Sun Bleached Flies, Zeke is Family Tree (Intro) and both of them are Strangers

[aengelren]

he looks like he’d want to be pampered

[fretbored34]

The pipeline to introversion

[soap-is-an-artist]

Hooray... it's 7 in the morning and I stayed up all night listening to the imperium... I feel so happy and satisfied with my life choices...

I am feeling very much not cowabunga, dude

[SEVERE rambling in tags]

[turkwriter]

I will never be over Moff Gideon being like “I’ve perfected cloning so that I can make multiple Force-sensitive versions of myself” and Din just immediately blowing them up.

Din Djarin saw himself being pulled into the Sequel Trilogy plotline and was like “Absolutely not.” He peaced out away from Mandalore so fast afterwards. He wanted no part in that bullshit. Good for him.

GOOD FOR HIM.

[thekenobee]

so I have also been thinking about how many of hastings' lines also would make perfect arthur shappey lines and I just watched the adventure of the western star and was struck by how much this sounds like an arthur line: "I've started to keep this notebook. I've got two columns. The first is to write down all the things I don't understand. Then the second is to write down the explanation." It just sounds like something arthur would do

The lengths I’d go for you my friend, or this time- Timbuktu

[edmunderson]

reanimating those hearts sure is tiring work

[silasthecreature]

One day I'll crawl out

From the system that I was planted into the very day I was born

Made to grow into, roots digging deeper

Until I pull out every fiber of my being

One day I'll move far away from there

From everything I've ever known

I'll settle down in the woods in an old house

With herding dogs and houseplants

Drinking tea on my porch in the morning

One day I'll let myself be exhausted

From the mud i trudge through every day

I'll curl up on the floor like an old dog

Rest my head on my paws

And let sleep consume me like a black hole