#light of my lofe

[they-hermes]

my beloved little guy

[euesworld]

"I'm hiking a path through my soul.. there are winding paths through the shadows, a few spots where the sun shines through, a tunnel of almost complete darkness, but I'm really waiting for the breathtaking view at the end. They say the journey through your soul is a beautiful thing, but it can feel quite scary when you are lost.. stay on the path, soak in the beauty, and trust that you will get there in one piece.."

It's hard to see the beauty when you muddle yourself with the weight of the world, but that is not a burden that you have to carry.. your path is one for you to walk alone, but you can meet people along the way that enlighten your path - eUë

[writingoddess1125]

In Another Life

Depression Time!!

Trafalgar Law x FemReader

Sadness, Angst, Death. And More Saddness!

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Wrote this while watching a movie- can probably guess the movie..

'Law! You have to promise me, when we get married we get a kitten' You giggled at your long term . The two of you holding hands as you walked through the meadows next to the secret base.

Law bristled at your words, remembering his own parents and the happiness they shared- but also the heartache he experienced thinking of them. The two of you looking to each other-

'Why do you say that?'

'Cause kittens are cute?- especially ones with gray fur and blue eyes' He cut you off with an annoyed scoff.

'No the marriage thing? Why would you think I'd marry you!?' His words harsh and rude which made you flinch.

'Law.. We aren't long for this world- we have already spent most of our lives together then seperate.. I'd want to spend the rest of it with you' You said so softly, confuses by his tone. Law yanking his hand away from you in false anger.

'Then I shouldn't waste my time in doing something stupid like marriage' He said annoyed. Your eyes filling up with tears, you didn't say a word. Instead walking away from him- he didn't stop you. Assuming you had just went to clear your mind from the harsh reality- but he didn't expect you to never return at all...

He should have know... he should have truly heard her words when she said she waan't long for this world...

That had been years ago.. he hadn't heard or seen (Y/N) since. Truthfully he regretted that so much- his world ever darker since that day.

At night he would wince when he thought back on his words before sleep- his dreams filled with the life he should have had with her if he wasn't so angry at the world.

It had been a few days ago however when he'd gotten a letter- recognizing your handwriting so well. But he never could have even guessed the words on those pages- asking to see him again before (Y/N) passed... a illness no one could treat claiming her life and taking her away soon.

Running to her home, he went to the hospital she was in- entering the room with a heavy heart knowing what was on the other side.

Law had always been a man of few words, but as he stood by (Y/N)'s side one final time, a thousand emotions wrestled within his heart. Her form weakened by the ravages of time, lay in a bed adorned with soft blankets that him and others had brought for her, her frail hand clasped in Law's strong grip.

"I wish we had more time," Law murmured, his voice heavy with regret.

(Y/N) smiled weakly, her eyes shimmering with love as the light began to fade from them. "We've had a lifetime of memories, Law. I am grateful for the time we've shared."

Her words struck Law like a blade to the chest, as he struggled to hold back the tears threatening to spill. His hardened exterior cracked, and vulnerability seeped through the cracks.

"I often dreamed of a life together, you know," Law confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "A quiet house by the sea, with our children running through the sand. We would sit on the porch, holding hands and watching the sunset."

Her expression softened with reminiscence, her voice a gentle melody. "That sounds like a beautiful lofe, Law. A life filled with love and peace."

Law's grip on (Y/N)'s hand tightened, as if trying to hold onto the fleeting moments they had left. "I would have given anything to make that dream a reality. To protect you, to see you smile every day."

(Y/N) lifted her free hand and gently caressed Law's cheek. "You have already given me so much, Law. The love you have shown me is more than I could have ever asked for."

Tears rolled down Law's face, his breathing uneven as he held back sobs. "If you'd had told me- I could have save you! protect you from the cruelty of this world. But..."

Her touch provided a soothing balm to Law's tortured soul. "You gave me a life filled with adventure, love, and purpose. Our time together has been a gift, Law.. even if it had to end like this."

Law lowered his head- sitting next to her as his tears started to drip onto the bed, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. (Y/N) despite her weakened state, gathered her strength and pulled Law into a tender embrace. They held each other, the weight of their emotions filling the room like an unspoken song.

As the sun began to set, its warm glow bathing the room in a golden light, Law whispered his final words into her ear. "I will carry your love within me until my last breath, and beyond. You have forever changed me, and our love will have another day."

(Y/N)'s touch grew feeble, her breathing shallow. She mustered the strength to raise her gaze to meet Law's tear-stained eyes. "Thank you for loving me, Law. I will always be with you, in your heart."

With those tender words, (Y/N) slipped away, leaving Law alone in a world forever altered. He held her lifeless hand, his despair mingling with the emptiness in his chest as loud desperate cries ripped through his soul.

Law sat in the inn, staring at the empty bottles infront of him- his chest feeling hallow and full of regret. Part of him wanting to walk into the sea and return to his love.. see her smiling face one last time-

Rolling himself up from his seat, he stumbled out of the bar- the alcohol making his brain fuzzy and uneven as he was met with the cold night air. His mind drifting to the sea... maybe he would see (Y/N) on the other side- his family.. love out that fantasy the two of you had always wished for.. one that he was too stupid to realize was more important than anything else-

As he walked down to the peir, his mind only of his regrets in life.

He looked out on the ocean, his legs felt like they were lead and he wanted to jump in and let the Goddess claim him- till the sound of his name drew him back. Looking to see a man in a suit rushing to him with a box and crate in tow.

"You there! Are you Trafalgar Law?"

"Yeah what's it to you?" Law grumbled-

"Ah Sir. Im Wallace J, Lawyer for (Y/N)- You were listened in ger will fkr everhthing including her home but (Y/N) had left some items that needed to be personally handed to you- oh and this" The man said calmly as he gestured to the crate.

Law looked confused by this and nodded, taking the box and opening it. There his heart broke for a second time that day- there was several letters, with his name on it- he knew (Y/N) hand writing too well to say these were from anyone else.. paired with the dried flower ring he had made her years ago when the two of them were children, with other sentimentalthings from his childhood. The lawyer holding out a letter that had been separated from the box. The doctor quickly taking it and reading it-

My Darling Law

As I write this letter, I want my time with you in this world has come to an end. But i want you to know that my love for you is unwavering, and my deepest wish is for your happiness. Life is a journey filled with twists and turns, and in those moments when I may not be by your side, I implore you to seek joy and love.

Find someone who fills your soul, someone who understands and cherishes the beautiful person you are. Embrace love, laughter, and companionship with another. Life is too short to settle for anything less than genuine happiness.

Remember, your life is precious and unique, and your happiness is what I want the most for you.

So while I can't be there to be on that journey, I still want you to walk thay path. I know you are hurt, and im sorry i was the one who caused it.. but I hope this little guy can give you just a bit of love to you while you find your way.

I love you Law, to the end of the stars and back.

Forever yours, (Y/N)

The doctor gave a breathy sigh as a sob threated to spill from him. Setting the box down as he looked to the crate, Opening it slowly and tears rolled down at the sight.

A gray kitten with sleepy blue eyes mewed at him- Law reaching forward and picking up the little thing. Remembering the words when the two of shared long ago.

'When we get married- you better get me a kitten. One with gray fur and blue eyes'

The lawyer watching in empathy, watching the man before him crumble and fall to his knees as he held the kitten in his arms.

[ibrithir-was-here]

Vent post below, feel free to skip along

How do you cope when you're basically waiting for someone to die

When they've already effectively killed all the things that made them the person you loved anyway?

Sometimes you see that person's ghost in them, sometimes almost so much you feel you could touch it

That the miracle of resurrection is on the threshold and they're coming back to you

Yet time and time again Lazarus chooses to retreat back into the tomb

And you don't know how many more times you can come up to that sepulcher door

How many times more must you be forced to watch this corpse shamble forward and back on the threshold

Never coming into the light

Each time hope rises to be trampled down with more force

Each time a piece more of love is chipped off

You want to hate but honestly you're too tired for even that

And you don't want to have any more peices of yourself dragged down into that tomb with him

It gets to the point that you start to to think of whatever finale death will take him as "which way will be the least disruptive to my life?"

Because he has hurt you enough in this half-lofe he despises

The least he could do is at last grant you peace in the leaving of it

[deityofforsakenfates]

Okay so @callsigndreadfrost these are fallout headcannons I have for the boys in regards to mutations and what that means in world for them lol

Uthorim definitely has some superhuman adjacent stuff going on. Very frank horrigan Jr. This man is BIG and it definitely painted his lofe when these started to manifest. Good for long hauls.

Loke in my mind has night sight. Full glows in light animal stuff. It manifested due to his vigilance when looking after Jela. Also heavily improved his perception. Maybe has different pupils.

Jela has like shark adjacent teeth. Full buzzsaw. Let's em eat meat from any source without penalty, gains benefits actually it all depends on what the meat is!

Trevor gives me big armor mutation vibes. Like Deathclaw levels of body resistance. Shrugs off low caliber rounds and can tank many blades.

[noogit9000]

merry almost christmas i love you very much

Ur light of my lofe

[storyteller-kara]

▪️Four Line Tag Square ▪️

Thank you @thecomfywriter for the tag! I still don’t have anyone to tag but if everyone wants to be tagged let me know! Tag is also opened!

Your lines: A line about happiness, a line about a memory, a line about sacrifice, a line about lofe

Rules: post a line from your wip/book pertaining to the topic given by the person who tagged you

My Lines: an action line, a line about fear, a line about grief, a line about pain

All these lines are from short stories I have posted on tumblr, I hope you enjoy!

An Action Line:

Melinoe wrapped her hands about Nathaira’s neck, causing the women to gasp as Melinoe pressed down harder on her neck.

~ Pestilence and Famine’s Underlinings

Line about Fear:

Astoria froze, her eyes widen as she was pulled and forced to snap back into reality.

~ His Eyes

Line about grief:

"Happy Birthday Ana. I miss you. My only wise this year is just the same as the year before, to be with you my dear big sister."

~ Another Birthday Gone By

Line about Pain:

The women's body engulfed itself into a bright burning light as her hands were wrapped firmly around the waist of her lovers corpse.

~ Wasteland

[theactualsatanist]

Thing° E.a st.d I'm a fagg~ also retards, didn't read a book today do not give three fucks, past the moon. Also the attorney general of Nevada heard it today at the capital, witching the fuck out on he⁶. Also no Exorcism, same day yesterday tomorrow you'll feel the same. Imprisonment.

The game, so this guy's daughter, same guy. And I have this weird rapey, relationship that you do this here; I do that there anyways she's getting raped. Enough said. Also soliciting.

And the anti-christ, homo erectus. Lawyer. I said soliciting to a guy's face today and all he did was like pretend; so you're all neuronsy. Also Hermione.^. and the game.hhtml

Also when I hung out with the work of Jack in the box, they just keep pointing at how they'll suck that tube; of Wednesday's. But we have; to keep" pointing at how she:s a that>.'~ 'a badge! Yo I heard you homie you ain't getting nowhere with no cop'~ todays cop also left w/o touching a spill or their necromantic 'burrido"... Uh huh huh..t /

I think Wednesday Addams beautiful; I dislike what I called a. portal. I love her and her look makes me think ~exploit trapped&.resents; herselfsame~ and good• also og y.d also gynecology, had this guy looked inside her womb like; that! today³ also euphoria.. sometimes contorted cocks murder~ all the teachers at school, in a circle.° obyy nn.dc yin.4d o my d get a lofe•draco;/ like furr•real |∆donalds, the invention of. time.& Let there be light. Also kayle, MY great grandma not me, but a thing of mine so like idk, do not disbelieve. 👍 Also game;k lmao also no gay.@d sync get a life together.. the game.td also no fire.. also g.orange the beat.. on fya!! Sto8⁹-e

[theuniverseawakens347]

This is Garret he’s racist - colorist HATES LIGHT SKINS WE ARE SEEN AS SEX OBJECTS TO BE FUCKED W BUT SEND THE BLACK MAN TO DO IT BIT ALSO TALKING W CASHAY SHES BEHAVED AND WELL SPOKEN ENLUGH I WONDER IF SHELL LET ME STICK MY DICK IN HER -

NO YOU FUCKING IDIOT.

.. you talk to James WHOS A CRACK HEAD USING THE DRUG TO LIVE HIS SIN OF YELLING AT WHOMEVER HES RACIST TOWARDS FOR HIS OWN PERSONAL REASONS vs the Mexican woman in the library yelling SAME THING .. SHE SEEING PPL HER DED ANCESTORS FOR BEING FUCKING RACIST AND BLAMING SOMEONE ELSE FOR HER CHOICES IN HER LOFE POSITION ROGHT NOW - SAME W JAMES BUT NOT SEEING THINGS HES HEARING VOICES. - ANCESTORS FUCKING YOU UP FOR BEING A SHIT HEAD AND PUTTING TOO MICH FUCKING STRESS ON ME AND DARNIECE AND MY WHOLE BLOODLINE TRYING TO BALANCE SHIT OUT IN OUR OWN LANE BREAKING CURSES.

NOW YOU GOT PPL LOOKING AT BEN LIKE HES RACIST - BUT ITS TINA TO THE WHITE MAN AND BEN TRYING TO DEFEND HIMSELF BUT NOW THE OUTSIDERS CONFUSED ON RASIM BEGINNING THINK ITS JUST STRAIGHT HIM - WHITE MAN N A AFRICAN TURNED AMERICAN FAMILY OF SAVAGES TRYING TO GET BACK FOR THE MISUNDERSTANDING OF PICK A NIGGERS WHEN IT WAS UR OWN KIND BEING JEALOUS OF SOMEONE OUTSIDE THE TRIBE DEEMING SOMEONE KN UR TRIBE THE BEST AT X Y N Z - AGAIN YOU WERE GIVEN WHAT YOU CUD HANDLE HAD YOU STAYED IN UR FUCKING LANE N TENDED UR GARDEN BUT YOU SAID NO I WANA FUCK YOU OVER BC IM ALways the last picked in basketball teaming - YOU NOT PRACTICING UR SKILL SET TO GET REWARDED YOU STEALING FROM SOMEONE ELSE OR SETTING UR KIND OF FOR MURDER YOH WISH YOU WAS LIKE BUT DONT SEE YOU JUST NEED A LITTLE EXTRA PRACTICE TO GROW THAT SHIT DUMBASS DDG - sexyy red glorrilla who got a bigger ass or tits or prettier w make up on cause our music suck outside the beat and one or two bars here n there - LETS JUST TWERK - OKAY RAPE CULTURE CONFRATS ALL THE WOMEN AND MEN NOW FUCKING AIMLESSLY AND BOOM BABIES W PARENTS WHO DONT WANT EM IN FULL UNLESS THEY MAKE MONEY BC THEY DONT KNOW HOW TO LOVE AND PARENT THEMSELVES TO BEGIN W - MOMMY N DADDY WILL YOU TAKE CARE OF YOU FOREVER TIL YOU DIE I DONT WANA GROW UP BUT ILL FAKE IT TO THE CAMERA OR THE OUTSIDE FAMILY MEMBERS OR JUST ENOUGH TO YOU TO GET WHAT I WANT AND NEED - LEE GARLINGTON IN FULL AND HOWARD NUGENT PROJECTING THEIR DEPRESSIONAL ERA MOMMY N DADDY ISSUES ONTO ME N MY TRIBE ACTUALLY WORKING LUR ASSES OFF .. SHAUNTE ALWAYS IN SNOOP BUSINESS CLEANING UP SOME ASS WIPE MESS 2pac CAUSE A NIGGA GOT TWO CARRIED AWAY W NOT UNDERSTANDING SELF SABOTAGE AND EXTENDING IT TO THE WHOLE FUCKING FAMILY - INTER RACE SHOW ALL GENERATIONAL CURSES. 🤬 FUKING DICKS.

“How do we get away from the white man chains on us” - EXAMINE YOUR OWN WHITENESS IN YOU .. WE ALL THE SAME FUCKING PPL - U FUCKED OVER AFRICA AND NATIVE INDIGENOUS PPL FOR WHAT!? Cows brains cannibalism - CONGRATS IDIOTS. EVERY DAY YOU WANT ME MAD N STARVING. SO FUCK YOU - I DIE WE ALL FUCKING DIE - LEE WHY YPU NUMB MY HYPOCAMPUS SINCE BIRTH - DARNIECE HER BLOODLINE HUNTS US SINCE THOMAS JEFF right .. Benni Frank. - GEORGE WASHINGTON .. illuminating the idiocity with Benni frank dropping in here and there semion toko - U DONT DESERVE GOD CAUSE YOU KEEP DOING DUMB SHIT TO DIE SO IMA DIE W YOU .. but YOU still gon be miserable- 3/4 EARTHLY WIPE PUT. CAUSE YOU WAS GIVEN SOOOO MANY FUCKING CHANCES TO GET IT RIGHT - NEVER TOLD YOU I WAS GOD TIL NOW BC AGAIN WHY TF WOULD YOU HARM ANYONE INSTEAD OF WORKING ON YOURSELF!??? - self harm new perspective LEE GARLINGTON HOWARD NUGENT Suicidal PARENTING

[secund4]

a lot of times i feel stupid and ashamed to post. i feel like there’s always an invisible audience on the other side of the post button and clicking it only opens myself up for criticism ( aka being told that nothing i ever do is just good in accordance to my brain ). i know criticism is healthy and necessary, but to someone like me who has felt like they’ve been hunted for sport all their life and is finally taking a decent shot at discovering to be a person and rekindle their interests- it feels like the piercing of a bullet because there it is. there’s the reason i never took an honest shot at anything. amongst an overflowing swirling sea of love and positivity and light i will find the one off colored speckle of sand amongst the rest and my psyche will use that as ammunition to beat me into submission and keep me bored and wishing i could just act. im so deeply ashamed and embarrassed of myself and my thoughts and my body and i was made to be this way. i wasn’t always this way. i used to be so loud. i used to be so happy. i was a fountain of information and words and interests and ambitions. i wanted to be a vet. i loved animals so i wanted to be a doctor for them. ive always devoted my time and attention towards helping and healing. so why is it that i myself am so sick? i feel like a wilted flower in the most literal sense. i feel my brain thump and thud in my skull half the time. my hair falls out in clumps as i run my fingers through it. my stomach is nauseated from the moment i wake up until i sleep. and food sometimes but rarely helps. but i am so hungry. im sitting here even now thinking about this for too long and im talking myself out of expressing myself. don’t make such a fuss. don’t write it out so it doesn’t become real. stop whining, you look stupid. what do you have to be sad for really? i guess i have a lot of reasons, and whenever i tell others theyll tell me they dont even know how im still alive. or they silently nod their heads and rub my back because they have no idea how to respond to most of the shit ive been through. but it still feels.. like artificial pain. i know it was all real, but i feel like an attentionwhore for getting attention about it and liking it. what else could you expect from a neglected abused child ? they want attention. they want love. i want love. i have love. but it never feels like enough. and my hunger for it makes me ashamed. why should i have to hold the burden of not only experiencing how miserable it is to always have a hungry void in your heart, taking and taking and taking and yet never becoming any less ravenous, but also having to deal with the consequences of the responses the people that were supposed to nurture and raise me put on to me? they set me up for failiure from the cery start and here i am. in the trash and desolation that they left me. left alone and confused and vilnerable to look throigh the rubble and try to rebuild what i can, watch the unsalvageable parts of me die, and have to first get myself to a clean slate before i can even start pouring the concrete that will allow the foundation of myself as a human ti stand on stably. im losing my mind. i feel like im falling apart. its not fair. i wish i could live an easy life. this is hard and tiring work and im not sure how ive managed to pull myself by my own hair through the darkest pits of hell just to still be alive today. i want tomorrow to be the end. but i know ot wont be. i know theres going to have to be a lot more tomorrows for it to be the end, and that i have to continue to fight and fight harder through all those days to get to the end. i wish i didnt have to fight for my life just for some peace and comfort and space to be myself. i, as a cuban immigrant, never thought my lofe would get this difficult. but it has proven me wrong time and time again. it Does get worse, and it has. but it also Does get better. i can only hold on, keep tryong, and hope that it starts getting better again soon, and that the outcome will be worth all of this.

i hope we get a cat and a puppy and that i properly learn how to crochet. i want to learn how to skateboard and rollerskate. i want to read more and write more and go to parks to do it. i want to cook meals in my kitchen and get my girlfriend flowers and edibles to surprise her with after work. i want to make friends and build community. i want ti make a difference in my life and the lives of others around me. i want to be seen and known and loved and held as sacred and protected. but i feel like i have been set up with parental controls and now that ive left them i don’t have the passcodes to get in and turn them off. i have so many fake invisible walls and locks in my mind that i give full control to. they do not exist. they are not real. but yet they control me. all i can do is push forward and remember that tomorrow will bring me a whole day closer to my peace. i remember seeing a post on here where someone said they’d bake a pie when everything turned okay for them. im not sure what i’ll do. i suppose i will know the best way to celebrate the end of my long and hard journey once im in the end of it

[lizbid33]

u give off orange vibes! lil feisty too tho so.. red-orange :o

>:O !! FEISTY THANK U

this is way too deep for a color ask but I love hearing what my friends think of me

[katiefratie]

I feel so fucking vindicated!!!! I fucking called it babes!!!

[m4lexxx67]

THE. BASS.

I need to learn how to play House of Wolves, the drums get better the more you hear them. That and The Sharpest Lives are the only two songs I would have added to the set list when I saw them live that one time. I love these songs so much

Why hasn't anyone told me about the tiny swarm tour prop/destroyed house that's standing in the corner?

Cancer us honestly too beautiful (and sad) of a song to exist in this world

And I fucking love the violin between Cancer and Mama and throughout the song too

Oh my god I think Frank is singing along to sleep even though he doesn't even have a mic why is that so sweet 🥺🥺🥺

Mikey

And again, the bass sound

Love the commentary of whoever the video XD

I don't what it is with this show in particular or why I'm all of a sudden focussed on guitar players (I cannot for the lofe of me play guitar) but Ray is fucking KILLING IT!!!! Srsly, no idea if it's the show or me but I have never paid so much attention to a guitar player as I am doing right now 😅

Nvm that about I would have only added sharpest lives and house of wolves. Also Disenchanted. We should all thank Mikey every day for that song.

Disenchanted fr 😭😭😭 I wanna scream about it but I have neighbors and a roommate 😭😭😭 which also means I can't really sing to any of the songs but it's worst with this one I love it so much 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Famous Last Words as epic as ever

THEY USED BLACK PARADE LYRICS AT THE END OF FAMOUS LAST WORDS????? HOW IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THAT???? IS THAT A REGULAR THAT JUST COMPLETELY WENT OVER MY HEAD??? THAT'S THE ONLY EXPLANATION I HAVE FOR SEEING NO ONE MENTION THIS BECAUSE WE SHOULD BE TALKING ABOUT THAT 24/7 WHAT THE FUCK GUYS???? HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DEAL WITH THAT I FUCKING CAN'T

The person in the video just went "I love this fucking band". Same, girl. Same.

Look, I can know they played Blood and still freak out about it, okay?

Not Okay, actually. Not o-fucking-kay XD And Frank and Ray singing in the background <333

This band fucking owns my heart. No matter how many other bands I listen to, I don't think they're ever even gonna get close to mcr

Moving on to day 2:

Just the entirety of the fact that they played The End and Dead!

It's ridiculous I'm just watching the same set again and still freaking out about it 😂

The pistol Gerard did with his hands when they ended dead 🥺🥺

I love this stance that Mikey always does. Also, have I mentioned the bass sound, yet? Not for this show? Great because it's also FUCKING PERFECT!!!!

The black and white screens are great too btw

Maybe it's cause Ray looks so fucking in black and white and that makes the solos even better...

The screens mainly showing Gerard's shadow for the beginning of wttbp was an awesome choice by whoever was in charge of that

I know, I'm repeating myself but it's just so rare that you can hear the bass properly 😭

The black and white hit's even harder for I Don't Love You

Frank also killing it (because somehow I haven't really mentioned him yet 🥲)

Also I love watching Jarrod play the drums, he always looks so happy 🥰

I don't know if they did that on purpose or if so how they did it, but there's a split second in I Don't Love You where one of the shadows look like a marching band guy?? The black parade skeleton specifically?? Idk maybe I'm imagining things or over interpreting, but I see the fucking skeleton moving as one of the shadows

Ray is wearing blue pants. I'm confused

Still don't know what to do with that "kill them" comment...

That is a shit ton of flashing lights too, idk how they weren't totaly disoriented on that stage

However, I do think that all of this goodbye stuff might be saying goodbye to their past and the beginning of a new era, kind of like Foundations. But maybe that's just what I want to be true, I honestly have no idea. But I'm subscribing to the idea that mcr is done until they confirm it.

Their use of lighting and the effects on the screens is so good!!!

Disenchanted 🥰🥰🥰

Yeah, the second show definitely felt like a goodbye. But I'm really hoping that it's to like... a past era and not mcr as a whole. Or maybe tumblr is just getting to me idk... i'm choosing to believe that this is the beginning of a new era until I see something official from them

Frank and Ray in the back of Na Na Na 🥰🥰

Helena.

So long and good night to everyone who has actually read this far (thank you) I need to fucking sleep.

So sorry to everyone who follows me, you're gonna have to see more about mcr. Specifically me freaking out about the concert videos because I don't want to distract my best friend from her Very Important uni work.

Comments I have so far:

THE BASS IS FUCKING AMAZING!!!! There is no way phones would have captured that if they hadn't done a very good job at sound check and actually made the bass audible, I AM IN LOVE!!!

Also all of Sharpest Lives. So sad I never heard that live but it's even good on the recordings

[ascrapbooksposts]

I just cried a little bc I remembered that the wonderful, precious mgg exists

[tough-girl9]

Alone: A Strange Magic Vignette

Summary: In one kingdom, a goblin king’s loneliness eats away at his heart. In another kingdom, a fairy princess cries herself to sleep on what would have been her wedding night. A vignette about changing seasons, the future, and lofe. Also posted on FFN and AO3.

I just had to post a story in honor of the first day of our dear Bog King’s Very Favorite Season Ever (OK, now he’s giving me The Look. You know the one.)

Ah yes, there it is. (Boggy, we all know you don’t hate it as much as you let on. We’re all on to you.)

So, in honor of Lofe and the first day of Spring...

Alone by tough-girl9 aka Tough_Girl (AO3) and Sauron Gorthaur (FFN)

Bog hated this time of year.            

The season of love.           

Spring.           

The damp chill burrowed its way down beneath his scales, impossible to escape, and the odors of rain and damp wood and a thousand growing things irritated his persnickety sense of smell. When the breeze was just right, sometimes he’d even catch a sickly sweet whiff of primroses.          

He hated it. He hated all of it. But what he hated most was how Spring reminded him that he was alone and always would be.            

He pressed his face down into his milkweed-silk pillow, curled on his side in his nest with his eyes squeezed shut, trying to fall asleep as the night wore on. Insects chirred outside his castle walls. But loneliness ate away at the heart of the goblin king.

His ban on love kept public displays of affection at a minimum, but he knew that goblin couples continued to pursue their romances out of his sight. Not even fear of their king could kill off the sweet promises that drifted in with the whispers of Spring. Spring was the perfect time of year for it, after all. New life was burgeoning everywhere and love was in the air. It sang through the blood of every creature in the Dark Forest, filling them with yearning and tender thoughts and sweetest hope. Even if he could limit its sickening outward spectacle, Bog knew that love was not something he could ever truly ban or destroy.            

He could not even destroy it in his own blood.            

He was always aware of his loneliness, but never more than during the Spring.  

He dug his claws viciously into the thick bed of moss that lined his nest, snarling into his pillow, but there was nothing he could do to ease the ache of his heart. Nothing he could do to stave off the damp chill of the air creeping under his scales and to know with full certainty that there would never be anyone to cuddle against to keep away the cold. Nothing he could do to forget that he was too hideous to love.            

He ranted in front of his subjects about how much he loathed the very idea of love, how it crept into your heart like the Spring damp and rotted everything it touched. He snarled and growled at his mother when she insisted on humiliating him in front of girl after girl after girl who only looked twice at him because he came with a throne. He pretended as if he couldn’t care less when she prattled on about finding someone who would make him happy.            

The truth was that he cared very, very much.            

As a young goblin, he’d just assumed that one day he’d have a mate. When he’d gotten old enough to get past the idea that love was icky, he’d daydreamed fondly of the time when he’d find a beautiful, fierce goblin girl to call his own. He’d assumed he would have someone special to hold and bite and kiss, someone who would make him happy and to whom he’d bring joy and pleasure in return, someone he would have children with. He’d loved the idea of being a husband, a father to little goblin princes and princesses, a king with a queen at his side.            

Then That Fateful Day had happened, and Bog’s dreams had shattered with his heart.            

He was too hideous to love. He had done something too terrible for anyone to trust and desire him now. He was a monster that no one could ever wish to sleep beside.            

Spring reminded him of That Fateful Day. Spring reminded him of the jagged shards of shame and guilt lodged in his broken heart. Spring reminded him that there was never going to be anyone for him to hold in his arms and ease the unceasing ache in his chest.            

Knowing that he could never have such a future did nothing to stop the fact that he wanted someone to love so badly that it made him want to tear out his own heart and fling it into the mud to sink forever and never torment him again.            He hated how badly he wanted love.            

He snarled again, shoving his face down into the pillow as if he could suffocate his feelings and the inconsolable ache of his heart during a season when the rest of the world was basking in the bliss of true love’s happiness. His fingers tightened impulsively along with the painful constriction of his heart. His next snarl was half a sob as he curled in upon himself, painfully aware of every cruel, sharp, hideous inch of his body.            

You are a monster. What you did was unforgivable. You are unlovable.            

You’ve always known you never had a chance. You wouldn’t have resorted to that love potion if you thought there was any other possibility of someone loving you.            

Who in their right mind would let you hold them? Who with eyes in their head would willingly share your nest.            

If you had a good personality, maybe someone somewhere might be willing to overlook your ugliness, but you don’t even have that!            

You’re a monster, a disgusting, cruel, ugly, horrible, evil, hideous monster.           

No one will ever, ever, ever want you.            

He choked against the pillow, throat tightening, and screwed his eyes as tightly shut as he could, but he couldn’t stop the tears that slipped treacherously from underneath his eyelids and traced glistening paths down his sharp cheeks. He hated himself even more for it, but he gave in and sobbed into his pillow as he had done far too many times during the long, dark, lonely nights of these past eleven years.            

Nothing would ever change. He was going to be alone forever.

~o~o~o~            

Bog did not know that a world away, in the kingdom of meadows and streams that lay just beyond his, a fairy girl was sobbing herself to sleep on what would have been her wedding night, her own dreams shattered, an oath sworn, purple make-up covering a broken heart, outward confidence and defiance not able to completely hide the very real pain of finding herself so very suddenly unwanted and alone.

~o~o~o~            

Bog loved this time of year.            

The cool brush of Spring against his scales still carried some of the Winter chill but whispered of the coming warmth and the burgeoning of life that lay just around the corner. The scent of rain and damp wood and his Forest blossoming back to its full glory wrapped cozily around him. He made a content chuffing sound deep in his throat as he snuggled closer to the woman in his arms, pressing his face to her, and curling his whole, lithe body against her. She was warm and soft against his scales, chasing away the cold that still lingered in the air.            

Marianne sighed and wriggled herself a little closer in return, closing every smidgeon of space that still existed between them. Her hair tickled against his cheek. He wrapped his arms even tighter around her, pressing her to his chest, delighting in the amazing, beautiful, fierce little fairy who had chosen him to be her husband. His heart felt full and happy to overflowing, his gratitude to Marianne beyond expression. Sometimes his love was such an overwhelming ache in his soul that it simply flooded out of him every time he looked at her or opened his mouth.            

He loved the softness of her body curled against his. He loved the way her gorgeous wings draped over their nest when she slept. He loved the way her lips quirked and her eyes glittered when she looked him with desire (for him!) glowing off of her. He loved the way she chased away every bad memory of feeling unwanted, unworthy, and alone, and he loved that he could do the same for her.

He nuzzled her, rubbing his jaw and nose and cheek fondly against his beloved’s face, growling serenely and pressing soft kisses to her skin that he hoped conveyed even half of his love and adoration and thankfulness towards her. She giggled sleepily, one hand pressing gently against his cheek in playful encouragement to his nuzzles and kisses, her own arm wrapped about his waist just below his wings. He rubbed his clawed toes ever so gently against the top of her foot, their legs twined, and marveled at how two bodies that were so different could feel so entirely perfect together.            

The ardor of Spring rushed through his blood, but he no longer dreaded it.            She gave that lovely, sleepy little giggle again as he adjusted his body to cradle her more easily, pressing her down into the soft rolls of moss, and nuzzling until his lips found hers. She sighed against his mouth as he kissed her, her slender fingers stroking his crest and his back. When he parted from her, they lay with their foreheads pressed together, eyes closed.            

“Mmmm, Bog,” she murmured against his skin. “Love you.”            

Two weeks of being married was not nearly enough time to rob him of the wonder of those words. He hoped the electric shock of joy that they sent through his whole being never ever went away. “I love you too,” he whispered back, blissful tears gathering at the corner of his eyes.            

All right, so he’d had to admit to his mother that she’d been right all along, retract his ridiculous ban, and confess to his court that he’d been craving affection so badly that it had taken him a grand total of two hours to fall more madly in love than he’d even known was possible.            

It had been entirely worth it.            

Vaguely, he remembered those long, sleepless nights, weeping from loneliness into his pillow, ashamed and angry at himself for wanting love, no hope left to cling to that he could ever have what he desired. Now, with Marianne in his arms, it all felt like a bad dream from long ago.            

It felt so, so good not to be alone any longer.

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SO I TRIED TO SHIFT TODAY CUZ I WANTED TO AND LOFE HERE IS SO BORING AND DULL

so i’ll make this blog my shifting diary cuz why not :p

tonight was my first try. i listened to an adhd method bcuz i have trouble focusing on stuff and it kinda worked for me i think???? i felt rlly tingly and cold despite having a blanket over me?? wtf and theres some slight flash of lights.

and i also felt like my eyes was trying to open themselves! i aalso felt kinda tired after doing it T-T this is my first try shifting so can u guys give me some tips!? am i doing this thing the right way or not??