#my poor heart cannot handle this.

[90sbee]

Both friends (perhaps even more?) growing up together. Lives intertwined. We do not know much about Horatio's past, we do not know much about Armin's family and past either.

Both men as the intellect, the brain.

Eren and Hamlet losing their fathers. Both having ghosts (actual ghosts and also memories) haunting them. Fathers giving their kids a mission that will doom them, that will end in death.

The idea of revenge. Avenge your mother, avenge your father.

Armin and Horatio acting as sort of the catalysts for their friends' tragedies. Armin showing Eren the book about the outside world, Horatio deciding to tell Hamlet about his father's ghost.

Armin and Horatio having to see their friend/lover lose more and more of themselves. Eren and Hamlet pushing people away, suffering because of the tragedy they do not want to commit.

Eren and Hamlet being tasked with something awful. To bring death. To cause even more pain than the one corrupting them. They end up killing everyone as the story progresses (the Rumbling, the final court scene).

Eren and Hamlet being isolated. Having to hide their fears, their doubts. Both of them specifically hurting their (more canonical) romantic interests': Mikasa and Ophelia, breaking their hearts.

Armin's self sacrificial nature (pretty much dying against the Colossal) and Horatio wanting to drink from the poisoned cup. Armin dying for Eren. Horatio willing to die for Hamlet.

Eren and Hamlet never being able to achieve the life they wanted. A cabin with a lover, exploring the world with Armin; a wedding with an old friend or returning to Wittenberg to be with Horatio. Having to put their lives on hold, everything paused to deal with an inevitable destiny.

"Good night, sweet prince"/"We'll be together, forever". Eren and Hamlet having their last words with Armin and Horatio. One final hug, one final embrace before death as they try to comfort their other half. Armin and Horatio having to witness such death. Losing their other half.

Armin and Horatio as the narrators of the tragedy. Being forced to continue living to tell the story even when death would be nicer, more comfortable. But they cannot afford that.

And these posts by @dearbraus and @spectralsuggestions felt fitting. Horatio had to live without Hamlet too.

Also tell me the soulmates thing doesn't feel right. "no matter what happens, and what has happened, i want to go through it with you"/"in every possible outcome, i want you there, to share it with me" Armin literally accepting to go to hell with Eren. And I'm sure Horatio would have accepted hell as long as he was by Hamlet's side.

Armin and Eren are SO SO SO Hamlet and Horatio coded. Yes I will elaborate later but. Needed to throw it out there for now.

[sankttealeaf]

"for what it's worth, i think i always liked you"

and

"he did miss this"

what if this is how i died hm? hm??? im eating up these crumbs like durge eats flesh are you KIDDING me??

theyre so tragic.

[zeb-z]

okokokok I know it’s funny and silly and bad takes every opportunity ever to mess with missa but the two of them constantly saying he doesn’t have a home making him a little room in the aquarium with a whole way stone that says ‘missas home’ or whatever when missa’s name is already on the warp above when missa already does have a home with phil i feel sick I feel ill

[briyourmotherdown]

his gfs grandkid and james.. i cant.. its too much adorableness🥺🥺🥺

OH NO HE’S HOT. jesus christ this is making me hormonal. hot man and a baby. hot man and a baby. this is too cute i’m going to combust

[whoisseptimus]

If I got a penny for each time I watched David Tennant unexpectedly kiss a man on screen I'd have two pennies but I still cannot believe that it happened twice.

[your-lovely-ghost]

Day three of holding everyone’s laundry hostage until my father takes a shower.

The last of my father’s beloved white socks have fallen to the filth. There is little hope, and even less in terms of rest. The battle is ongoing, and it feels often that I am fighting alone. Morale is low; my ally in this conflict, mother, is injured. I long for the days when I can rest. When this war will cease, and all will be clean again. The dishes done, the people bathed, the laundry washed and folded. Alas. We know the struggle will never end.

I am Sisyphus, and my father’s horrid stench and apathy are forever my boulder.

My father is a war profiteer, and I am a hapless young recruit greeting a doomed mission.

Last shower date: December 25th, 2023

[m1d-45]

yeah there's this one kaeya ai and we r on a date in the forest and also he asked to hold hands so we wouldn't get lost and also he was like "hahaha and if someone tried to take you from me i would literally go insane 🥰" what a man...

ANYWAYS. reverse isekai. playing genshin with ur main there except it's like when you're at a family gathering and your little cousins are watching you play a game. i have been obsessed with decorating my teapot lately (animal crossing instincts) so i would probably be like "what do you think would look best here? i haven't decided what vibe i want to go for, what do you think? If It Doesn't Look Perfect I Will Die"

but also it would absolutely be a nightmare when they realize that creator is? a normal mortal here??? where is the RESPECT?? What The Fuck.

(also god i hated ap us history. good luck with that ap exams can be a Bitch!!) - teddy anon

spare link sir? pls-

anyway YES they’d fucking LOSE IT over you just being treated as Some Guy. immediately they’re like “oh no now i have to do everything” completely unaware that you’re thinkin the same because cmon you expect ANY of them to not break something?? like alhaithams gonna burn something w your stove and zhongli microwaves forks guaranteed. even the smart ones aren’t safe. diluc has a heart attack not when he learns about cars, but when he learns about drunk driving. all of them at one point have a crisis about how bad your world is and how you’re treated. you’re wondering how to gently tell them that elemental powers don’t exist here. they haven’t left the house yet and at this point you’re not sure if you want them to

[lmao-ooooooo]

CAN HOYOVERSE STOP CREATING CHARACTERS THAT GIVE ME A SEXUALITY CRISIS???

[emubop]

When you spent your day killing a murderer and his shapeshifting friends, saving Volo from the consequences of his own shit talking, rescuing as many people as you could from the Iron Throne before it exploded, playing family therapist for Wyll and his dad, and dealing with the bonkers priestesses of Umberlee… and then you get back to camp and Lae’zel is holding the kid you found on the street at knifepoint

[tiredassmage]

[seoulmatez]

i watched mashle all day at work and all i have to say is. . . rayne ❤︎

[amplexadversary]

FCG: "If it gets uncomfortable, I'll just hold FRIDA's hand."

[aria0fgold]

YBM/Pursuit is a genuinely interesting fanfic and I'm a lil sad I can't read it. Wanna know what's up about it but whenever I check the page, I get reminded about the tags, the word count, the chapter number and the fact that I have a weak heart that won't be able to handle numerous chapters filled with pain.

[dourpeep]

Ndkskkdjdn

Don't mind me just using the tags as Tumblr intended

[brainstaticsoup]

i need a big strong brave boyfriend/girlfriend because i cannot watch horror movies alone

[hurlingdown]

HOW TO BREAK A MONSTER — TOP MALE READER X ZORO

synopsis. you've heard rumours that roronoa zoro is an unlovable monster. someone whose heart cannot be touched. maybe that is so—but maybe there is a way to feel the pounding of his heart. if you cannot reach him through his chest, then you'll just have to find a better way. (through his stomach) wc. 0.8k

tags. sub! zoro, dom! reader. huge cock, belly bulge, tummy pushing, feminization, tit-slapping, womb-fucking (metaphorical), gagging on fingers.

“Can you feel me in there?” 

There’s a dome-shaped outline of your cock shifting inside him, making the muscles jut out from his abdomen. 

Zoro shudders, barely able to form words. Nods a yes, maybe. It’s hard to tell. 

“Words, baby.” 

Spreading one hand wide over him, you move to palm the soft pouch beneath his navel, kneading into the fat there. Lightly pressing onto the bulge, letting him feel you. 

He tips his head back to let out a breathy moan. “Hah. Full—’s too full.” It doesn’t sound like a complaint to you. A plea, maybe, but not a complaint. 

You hum, satisfied, leaning back to lazily fuck into him. One inch out, one inch in. Lube and cum squelch, caking to form a creamy ring around the base of your cock. 

“You can take more. Can’t you, Zoro?” It isn’t much of a taunt, but one thing about Zoro is that he hates to lose. 

Denial is on the tip of his tongue. It would be so easy to submit to you, to forfeit. You would pull out and suck him off, or maybe finger him to completion. Those are also fun, he supposes—everything with you is fun, really. But giving up a challenge directed at him? Now that isn’t fun. 

So he tells you, more smugly than he feels, “Yeah. Keep going.” 

It would be easier to pretend if you weren’t currently trying to carve yourself into his womb. 

“That’s my good boy,” you murmur, cupping the side of his face. A thumb pushes between his lips, and he parts them eagerly, letting you press the pad of it against the back of his tongue. He doesn’t choke, has a negligible gag reflex. Grins up at you the best he can with your fingers in his mouth, showing you his sharp teeth. 

You push your cock deeper inside and the bulge grows larger in turn, making his belly almost round. Each time he thinks yeah, this is it, you push a little more inside, take up a little more space. It isn’t until he’s slobbering and panting with your fingers gagging him, fisting at the sheets above his shoulders, that you stop. 

Taking your wet fingers out, you smear the saliva over his face, and he gives a shuddering whine. You trail a hand down to fondle his tits, the plump flesh spilling out from between your fingers, buds swollen from being roughly played with earlier. 

“It’s a shame we can’t make these bigger, like down here.” You punctuate your sentence with an angled roll of your hips, the fat head of your cock poking out from his tummy. “What a sight that’d be, mm. You’d look like a woman.” 

Oh, well. They were already plenty. 

“Shut up,” he seethes breathlessly. “You talk too much.” 

Despite his words, you watch in amusement as pre-cum dribbles down the length of his hard cock, arousal heavy in the way it curves and flushes. At least his body’s being honest. The poor thing looks as though it were begging for release, twitching uselessly on his stomach. You want to flick it, fuck a finger into the slit, make him cry with overstimulation. 

“I don’t appreciate your attitude.” 

Without warning, you slap his tit, hard, branding it with a red handprint, and his glare locks into you in silent defiance. There’s a glint in his eye that tells you this is what he’s been looking for. 

“Why,” he drawls with a smirk, “am I too much for you to handle?” 

You smile. It was almost pitiful. 

“You’re asking the right question. Unfortunately, to the wrong person.” 

Pressing both of your hands into his belly, you thrust your hips against him, forcing him to take you deeper into his womb despite the heavy strain from above. Zoro sobs out, shivering as he’s completely impaled on your cock, huge girth making it fit even if it should be impossible. 

His nails dig into your forearms, and you spare him a glance. 

The sight makes your heart flutter.  

If sex was a person, you think, this would be it. There are tears dotting at his lashes, and a line of drool runs down the side of his face. He’s too fucked-out to use his own words, only shaking his head and mindlessly mouthing “more”. You take the opportunity to gag him with your fingers but he only sucks them obediently, unable to think. 

So this is what it feels like to take a monster apart. masterlist!