#ok i am crying now

[yourfavouriteprettyboy]

The sky was covered with dark clouds. Small drops of water fell to the ground, and the smell of mud lingered in the air. People sat huddled under umbrellas. The grim weather made the scene even more bleak. People wearing black sat in rows, and in the front sat Sirius and James.

Sirius looked around himself. Everyone sat with teary eyes. He wanted to cry too, wanted to show that he was sad, but just couldn't. He just couldn't feel the sorrow, he couldn't feel anything. All he felt was emptiness. Something he had only felt before once. He looked at the coffins in front of him. The people who gave him a new, a better life, were now gone. Gone from his life forever. A part of them was still here, sitting beside him, but it was just a part.

As time passed, people came and left. And that so familiar feeling in him grew. He hated it. He hated it all. Not crying felt like he wasn't even sad that they died. But he was, and he hoped everyone knew it. He hoped they knew that he was as upset as James, that he loved them as much as James, and that he loved the Potters family just as much anyone else did. But all he could do was hope.

Everyone came and met James, and then looked at Sirius, as if wondering why he was sitting in the front, with the family. Sirius too wondered why he sat there, where only family should. And a sharp glance from one of Jame's relatives was enough to make him stand up and leave. He walked furiously towards the empty seats in the back. After all, they were right, he didn't belong there. He belonged nowhere.

Sirius spent the afternoon sitting in the back, where he was finally filled with sorrow. Tears rolled down his cheek and he felt pain in his chest. why did it always happen to him? Why did he keep losing people he loved?

Slowly the people started to leave. Sirius felt a hand on his shoulder, and looked up to find James standing there.

"Why are you sitting here?" He asked, "come sit with me." He pointed towards the front.

"But- but that's for family," Sirius said, unsure of why James was there.

"Exactly! That's for family." James smiled, pulled Sirius towards the front row. Maybe he hasn't lost everyone. Maybe he still has his family.

[heartorbit]

the narcissist fools himself

[verflares]

(pre-calam) filling the compendium :-)

+ closeup and the aftermath

[hinamie]

the same flame that burns you; birthed you first

p1

[jetkast]

Sometimes I think about how Jin Ling goes by that instead of Jin Rulan and I just vividly picture his young mistress persona going like "yeah my not uncle was an unaware pining cut sleeve and my mom kind of just enabled it so... juijui and I just try to pretend it didn't happen -- it's cringe af" and I die a little in both grief and hilarity

[silusvesuius]

nnnnnnnnnnnnno maa'am

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

sharing is caring <3

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[gurinpotte]

Please more buff aang I'm thirsty 🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️

well i hope these will quench ya....

i had wayyyy more fun with this than i should have had. i was giggling and kicking my feet nonny, it's my first time doing quenching drawings like that. i'm not that great with manly muscles so i'm sorry for the messyness and mistakes. thank you sm for this ask my dear thirsty anon! also sorry if the kataang wasn't that you expected but in this house we serve kataang at every chance

[destructo-range]

blorbo supreme

image ID under the cut

[Image ID: A digital drawing of the character Freminet from the video game Genshin Impact holding a Blahaj, a stuffed shark toy from ikea. The colour scheme is mostly blue. Freminet is a young white boy with straight blonde hair that goes down to his chin, with sharply cut bangs hanging over his right eye from the viewer's perspective. He has blue eyes and pale eyelashes as well as freckles. He is dressed in his usual in game outfit minus his beret, a short sleeved and short legged diving suit with a thick navy coat over the top. It has pale beige and gold lining with golden detailing. The sleeves are rolled up and the hood falls around his sholders. The coat is somewhat short, going down to his mid-thigh. He is wearing navy fingerless gloves that also have golden detailing. Freminet also has large shiny navy lace-up boots, with chunky golden soles with some more metallic details around his ankles (coming out almost like folds) and around the top edge. There is also a small pack strapped to his thigh coloured in neon blue and the shoes also have some neon blue highlights on a part of the top rim. He has a pensive expression and is looking off into the distance, holding the blahaj in his arms with one leg curled around it. w/.End ID]

[fisheito]

collab #2 with @xenole i was given a chibi yakumo and i.. i...... turned it into thiS

[hikkokoro]

THUNDER SAGA THUNDER SAGA

I JUST-

DIES AND EXPLODES

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

anyways I just listened to the thunder saga

[farfromstrange]

IWTV spoilers, but.

Daniel Malloy really said ‘fuck you, Armand’, exposed 70+ years of lies and ended their relationship. Wouldn’t surprise me if he tweeted #teamloustat before Armand turned him, either. Good for him honestly. Good for him.

(more rambling in the tags)

[inpursuitofnunchi]

there are very few dramas that burrow their way so deep into my heart that they become a part of my soul, my conscience - don't get me wrong, i like/love A LOT of dramas (im a serial liker/lover you can say) - but with some dramas, it's like I have a perpetual hangover. Kinda like "the one - kdrama version" (assume the one to be a group with a small number of elements) (sorry my stem ass is showing) (also sorry for the endless brackets, my adhd is also showing)

Anyway, the point is i am pretty sure that Love Next Door is on the verge of joining this set already inhabited by Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha, Misaeng and My Mister.

[sholmeser]

so like it’s 1999 and solid snake is in zanzibar land and gray fox tells you that all he can do is fight. it’s all he has and it’s probably all you’re ever going to have, too, because deep down you know your father is right, you know he is right as you click the lighter and burn the flesh off his skin, you know he is right when he tells you, this will never go away. i am always going to be a part of you. it’s 2005 and solid snake is in shadow moses island, alaska and gray fox tells you that’s good, snake. hit me harder. do it more. that’s good. when you meet meryl you kill the guards, and then snake thinks he loves her, so you kill psycho mantis for her, ocelot tortures you and you withstand it for her, you beat liquid to a pulp for her and while his blood is on your fists he smiles and tells you that you two, you’ll always be the same. gray fox means violence means meryl means violence, so what’s love if not that? what is it if not the feeling of broken bones under your knuckles, if not the smell of your father’s burnt flesh? but she's too young, she doesn’t understand you and she couldn’t if she tried, because she’s eighteen years old and doesn’t know any better and doesn’t understand that after you sleep with her you’re going to get up and let the pillow grow cold, she thinks you’ll tell her everything and when you don’t, because you can’t, she’ll leave you. you kill him with your fists and for her you destroy shadow moses and you hear him say to you again that’s good, snake, that feels good, do it harder. but it isn’t a coincidence that in mgs1 you meet otacon at the same time you meet gray fox. otacon who is so scared of battle he pisses his pants and otacon who cries over a woman who could never love him back and otacon who thinks good people like dogs, kind people like dogs, otacon who passed you a meal, ready-to-eat and a bottle of ketchup across the bars of your cell and when you ask him why the fuck are you here if you cant help me he says to you, i thought you might be hungry. otacon who gives you her handkerchief that was once her mother's and will be hers once again when she dies, when you rest it atop her glazed-over irises, a cycle of love. she was a good person, snake, and so are you. she liked the wolves and you do too. otacon who cries over his baby sister’s little body, who blames himself for being seventeen years old under the touch of the woman who should have been his mother. otacon who when it's 2014 will make you the solid eye and the octocamo suit and the mk. ii to keep you safe and say to you, don't hurt anyone, snake. will say to you: i'll follow you wherever you go, like this. otacon who blubbers like a baby and cries too much and who, when it's 2009 in new york city, you have to say to, go rescue the hostages, because if you don’t he’s going to crumple in on himself, a dying star. this is how you love, you don’t say to him, and how i love, because you showed me how. wrap your arms around his shoulders and hope it’s enough.