#my heart is aching for you

[aglionbyacademia]

save me aftg bonus chapters save meeeee

[nouverx]

GET LOVED AND CHERISHED IDIOT

I can't wait for TriStamp season 2 I miss it so much I wan't these three reunited so bad

[herhurthoneyheart]

I will forever be the person who says "it’s okay, I understand.." even when my heart is breaking into pieces..

[ping-ski]

i know the pain is nauseating. i know you are disappointed. i know you feel betrayed. i know it feels hopeless and bleak. i know you're tired.

please don't disappear.

please be kind.

please continue to take care of yourself.

please keep living day by day.

please live. out of spite. out of hope for a better tomorrow.

if you are POC, queer, femme, trans, disabled, you are loved. you are wanted. i may not know you, but i love you with my whole person. there is still good in this world, this isn't the end.

[zira-draws]

he wants his cookie so effing bad....

[wield-the-mighty-pen]

SO I AM NOT AT ALL GOING INSANE RIGHT NOW. NOPE.

It's not like Sabrina and Adrien were the only two characters who had yet to change there appearance this season. And it was only after Sabrina was able to understand her identity and her self-worth outside of Chloe that she was able to "unlock" a new look for herself.

IT'S NOT LIKE ADRIEN has been stuck in understanding himself only through those around him. Or that he's been trapped in his father's shadow since day one. Never worthy of being around. but always expected to hold up the expectations of being Gabriel Agreste's son.

IT'S NOT LIKE we have been TEASED and INFORMED through every. single. episode. of. this. season. That Adrien is lost, that he is struggling to understand himself and his identity. That we have yet to really see how Adrien, who hates change, is processing everything in his life changing.

IT'S NOT LIKE Adrien is gathering new people to fill his life and occupy the space his father's death created. Because he doesn't know how to grieve. he was never allowed to. And he doesn't know how to grieve his father when he's been grieving him his whole life.

IT'S. NOT. LIKE. Adrien puts on the same clothes his father picked out for him. Not willing to make the choice to iron them, but instead passively going through the motions of just putting them on. Simultaneously not really making a choice for himself but also somehow making the choice to remain his father's pet

OHHHHH I AM SO READY FOR THIS SELF DISCOVERY

[idontmindifuforgetme]

Does anyone want to be friends or to maybe fall in love with me so deeply that we find each other in the next life and every life after that bc our connection is unbreakable across lifetimes

[zu-is-here]

did you know that i love your interpretation of dustberry. like with all my heart. along with your various aus (especially rock band). but your version of dustberry takes the cake.

(´；ω；`)♡

[shalom-iamcominghome]

If anyone is interested, please feel free to light a digital candle through Illuminate. I got a name a few years back, and it's a name I won't forget. May every name we have found be a blessing. May their names never be forgotten. May we never forget.

Never again means now.

[joanofexys]

ballerina farm devastates me because y'all don't know how many girls i know who are her. how i almost was her. how so many girls i know were almost her. how many i know that will still become her. mormon girls, who, despite all their ambitions, will give up every one of their dreams for a man and a "traditional" lifestyle they were taught they needed, and call it equal. who will insist that he made sacrifices too. that though it's not what she wanted she's happy. being raised as a mormon girl in utah, or being a young woman converting to mormonism, you're taught that no matter where you go or what you achieve that you'll never be nothing more than your future husband. that your only purpose is to be a mother and a wife. and that full ride to julliard never mattered. and it never will. because you're a wife now. and you have eight kids to take care of. and a ballet studio that never came to be because it's a schoolroom. and your husband won't pull his weight even when you're fainting and bedridden from exhaustion. and your husband refuses to leave the room for your interview. and you admit to your epidural like it's a secret and it's something to be ashamed of. and you admit that this was never the life you wanted, this was never what you planned, and you still insist your happy. i know dozens of little girls who dreamed of being ballerinas. doctors. scientists. singers. movie stars. lawyers. authors. astronauts. olympians. i know that those little girls are now young women who go to church every sunday. wives. mothers. homemakers. caretakers. nuturers. fulfilling their heavenly duty. their obligation to their husband. i know a dozen hannah neeleman's. i know her because i almost was her. i know her because i see her in my mother and my grandmother and her mother too. and right now she's an internet trend who will disappear for most people in a couple months. you probably never learned her name. but i see hannah neeleman in every girl i grew up going to church with. in all the 18 year old wives and 20 year old first time moms. and it will be hard to forget the way her face still lights up whenever she gets to dance. feet moving along the hard wood of the schoolroom floor. and she will be someone more than her husband, more than a mother or a wife.

[mienar]

remnants of where we have been

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[luxmoogle]

I often get asked why I don't want new KH games coming out when I'm such a big fan and everyone else seems to be lusting for new content, it's because when one comes out my whole world stands still, all my plans crumble in the face of a new release, because for the few weeks before and after there's nothing else on this earth for me than Kingdom Hearts ...and it's exhausting

[drolta]

no notes. just louis and madeleine.

[stil-lindigo]

Heroes like Mirna El Halbawi are still working tirelessly to connect Gazans to the outside world. With an impending total telecom blackout looming, this has never been more crucial.

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I truly cannot impress upon you how imperative this is right now. Gazans are pleading for us to hear their voices while they are being massacred and the IDF has responded by limiting any access to fuel sources in an attempt to fully cut them off from the world.

If you want to do something meaningfully helpful in the middle of this crisis, this is how.

[introvert-slushie]

I’m going to have a crisis over this oh my god fuck you Jimmy to the depths of hell.

SWANSEA WAS A GENUINE FAMILY MAN WHO LOVED HIS KIDS AND WIFE SO MUCH.

[serenbriar]

"I'll be your mirror"

"I want to know what the world sees when it looks at me. What you see."

You open your mind to Astarion, letting him see himself through the memories you've shared together since you met. You focus hardest on your favourite features of his, showing him his charming smile lines, the softness of his cupids bow, the way his silver hair curls around his pointy ears, those piercing sultry eyes, and the two subtle moles that adorn his left cheek.

"That's... That's me!" He stares at you wide eyed with disbelief, but you sense a certain sadness in his tone. His hands instinctively reach up to his own cheeks and remain there for a couple of seconds before the left trails down his neck to caress the two healed wounds punctured into his skin.

"I look so familiar, yet if I walked past myself in the city I wouldn't know it was me. That face... The red eyes, the fangs, I've never seen them and it's quite unsettling. You'd think after two hundred years I'd get used to the idea."

"Aside from the new additions, is it what you remember?"

"I.. I don't know." His voice catches. "I tried to hang on to the memories, to keep myself feeling, well, me. It's like when someone dies, after so long your memory fails you and their features become a blur, no matter how much you want to remember them. I don't even remember what colour those eyes were before they turned red."

He furrows his brow while his arms drop to his sides. A defeated sigh escapes his lips.

"Well, you've nothing to worry about. You've got a very good face."

His shoulders roll back and he lifts his chin, assuming his usual self-assured stance. "Oh darling, I knew I looked good. It's nice to have a reminder of how good." He winks, flashing a cheeky fanged smile.

Despite his wit, you can hear the gratitude in his voice while he takes your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. "Thank you, my love."

You nudge the shattered mirror on the floor with your foot. "You won't be needing that anymore. I will be your mirror whenever you desire."