#sorry I’m being sappy

[jinkiesmariz]

Nobody talks about how crazy @jurygarroth s art is like jaw dropping ly pretty bEAUTIFULLL such a consistent quality and ouuuuuhgghhjjed I can’t put it into words anytime I see any bits of his work i like Fall to my knees and curl into a prayer because what the hell!!! What the hell!!! Lucy is such a nice guy too like sorry to get sappy on main but he’s so cool and silly and funny and just a pleasure to be around AND this motherfuvker has the prettiest art known to man and some of the neatest MCD headcanons Ive Seen??? Idm im just like on the floor because what the hell hes so cool we should hunt him for sport….

[dylandaydreams]

mike has such cute teeth i love him

[campirebitesarchive]

“Aint no shame in holding onto grief as long as you make room for other things too.” - Reginald ‘Bubbles’ Cousins, The Wire

[mxmarsbars]

my piece for the @hermitseasonzine 🎉✨

I absolutely LOVED the dare stick arc and had so much fun bringing it to life!! :D

[myokk]

Sebastian Sallow's List of Priorities (in no particular order):

Figure out what the hell I'm going to do when I graduate;

Figure out how the hell I'm going to finish this bloody Charms essay before tomorrow; and

Figure out what the hell is going on between us

Sebastian sits in an undisturbed corner of the library - nobody ever comes to this table because it's tucked away between shelves of incredibly dense magical theory books - and is twirling his quill in his fingers, watching the ink splatter on the list he spent his precious time writing instead of the Charms essay he should be working on. He's far away from the first-years who like to congregate by the windows and watch the leaves fall softly to the ground rather than study for their classes. He's made especially sure that he is far, far away from her.

It's not his choice, mind you, but he needs to be a gentleman about these things. If she needs some time and space to figure out that she's as crazy for him as he is her, fine. But even Sebastian Sallow's patience runs thin, and he's not sure how much longer he can give her to come to her senses before he snaps and takes matters into his own hands. If things were up to him, the two of them would be sitting far too close together now in this secluded corner, and maybe he would need to put a hand over her mouth to ensure her complete silence as he runs a hand up her thigh.

Now that he knows what delicious sounds can come out of her mouth - sounds that he caused - he's been having a hard time concentrating on, well, anything. Sebastian surreptitiously glances across the library to where she's sitting and studying with his sister and Imelda. Ever since the events after their Divination class, Sir Cadogan has taken it upon himself to follow Sebastian around the halls of the castle, tripping through frames and disrupting their inhabitants as he lectures Sebastian on love. The tea party women had managed to convince the knight that he had disrupted an amorous exchange, and Sebastian fervently wishes they hadn't.

The whole school is abuzz with rumors about who it could be. Nobody has even come close so far with their guesses, but Anne and Imelda are having too much fun teasing him about it. Somehow, she has managed to avoid suspicion - he wonders how this is even possible, since she's never been able to hide what she's thinking. He makes eye contact with her - has she been staring at him this whole time? - and she flushes before looking over to Imelda, who's laughing too loudly at something Anne's just said. Sebastian can't tear his eyes away from her profile, his eyes following the curve of her eyebrow, the slight upturn of her lips as she smiles at her friends, her eyes as they dart back to him, her cheeks as she turns an even darker shade of red as she realizes he's still watching her. She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, and rests her chin on her hand as she tries to look absorbed in what Anne is saying to her.

Sebastian wonders if she's thought about him as much as he's thought about her. Judging by how she had snogged him back, he's positive that she feels the same way, but then he remembers how she had looked at him before she fled, and he's not so sure. He sighs as he looks back to his list, bringing his quill back to the third item and ripping the paper as he crosses it out again. His mind has been going in circles since that moment and he doesn't know what to think. He slowly puts everything into his schoolbag before heading out of the library for yet another freezing cold shower that hopefully tempers his now-permanent state of arousal whenever she's around.

He doesn't notice her eyes following him as he walks out of the library.

He doesn't hear her hurried excuse to Anne and Imelda as she shoves her things into her bag and rushes to follow him.

He doesn't hear her light footsteps as she gets closer to him.

When she puts a hand out to touch his arm as he waits for the moving staircase to stop, with a soft, "Sebastian" accompanying it, he nearly jumps out of his skin. He was so absorbed with thoughts of her, that to see her standing at his side, closer than she had been since they kissed was almost his snapping point.

"Can we talk?" she asks, looking almost embarrassed as she avoids his eyes. She instead looks determinedly at his collar. He thinks she probably notices that he swallows nervously before acquiescing, but she says nothing as she turns and starts hurrying away from him without waiting to see if he follows her.

She must know that he would follow her anywhere at this point.

from my oneshot🫶🫶🫶

I just really wanted to draw these two idiots😭💘

[pizzaqueen]

A snippet from a future fic I'll probably never write, where Steve is a widower with two teenage kids, and he and Eddie randomly meet up, rekindling their old flame. This is when they've been together a while:

“Thank you,” Steve says, coming up behind Eddie at the bathroom sink.

Eddie pauses, catching Steve's eye in the mirror. “What for?” he asks, mouth foamy with toothpaste.

Steve slips his hands along Eddie's hips, hooks his chin over Eddie's shoulder. “For loving my kids.”

“You don't—” Toothpaste dribbles down Eddie's chin and he stoops to spit what's left in his mouth into the sink, gathering his hair to one side. He rinses his mouth out, wipes his face with a towel, then turns to Steve. “You don't have to thank me for that. Of course I love them.”

“Not everyone I've dated has.”

“They're idiots.” Eddie grabs the hem of Steve's shirt, pulling him close. “I mean, first of all, they're part of you, and I don't think I could love you and not love them. But...” He trails off, a small smile tilting his lips. “They're amazing kids.”

Pride swells in Steve's chest; he slides his arms around Eddie's waist and says, “They are.”

“And I'm pretty damn honored I get to be part of their lives,” Eddie says, “so thank you,” and he butts his head gently against Steve's.

Steve huffs and slides his hands up Eddie's back, pulling him into a tight embrace. “I love you.” He presses a kiss to Eddie's neck.

“I love you too.”

“And they both love you as well.”

Eddie lets out a shuddering breath. Steve knows how nervous Eddie was, when they started dating, that he wouldn't be welcomed, but it's almost like he's always been part of their family now. “Good to know,"”Eddie says.

Steve holds Eddie a little tighter. All those years ago, back in Hawkins, when they ended things, Steve thought he'd never see Eddie again. But here they are, together—a family—and Steve's never letting him go this time.

[http-byler]

☆ HOME ☆

and it feels like coming home, like Christmas morning with the people you love, like crayon masterpieces on walls, like impromptu dance parties in the kitchen. it swallows you whole and tucks you safely into bed. a nightlight, quelling the horrors of your mind. a balm, soothing and warm. home, as it turns out, has a heartbeat.

[littlerequiem]

forever haunted by the fact that Levi sees himself as a weapon and feels like that’s his value in the world. because did he know? how much everyone cared for him? did he understand how special he is beyond his strength?

[monorays]

fukuzawa found him outside chuck e. cheese with One (1) slice of pepperoni pizza

[synthwayve]

Random sappy textpost because I don’t know where else to put this, but this account feels about appropriate;

Around this time last year, the house I was living in was going to be painted. All the furniture was rearranged and the windows had to be open 24/7 so the paint fumes could waft out. It was also around this time that I began rewatching Jacksepticeye’s playthrough of “Bloodborne”, and a few rewatches and lore dives turned into extensive interest.

I made a bit of(very bad) fanart before deciding to get a tumblr. I was choking on paint fumes literally all the time and had to wake up at 5:00 to catch the bus for school, and since it was approaching autumn, that meant it was always cold, and winter-time depression was setting in. But MAN. Bloodborne really really turned that small pocket of time in my life into something really special. I began talking with/dming some incredible people who I never would’ve come across otherwise, creating more, reading more, all the rest of it. Autumn and winter are, year-round, the hardest parts of the year for me to get through, especially from an abusive household. I don’t think I would’ve been as happy without meeting the incredible community here.

It’s not a particularly noteworthy or riveting series of events, but I just can’t help but remember that warm candlelit feeling I had inside while everything around me sucked. I remember I’d read fanfic/look at fanart while listening to Alex G’s “Mary” on loop. Now I can’t smell paint, or listen to “Mary”, or sleep on the floor, or experience fall without getting unreasonably happy over a silly old video game.

Insert something vaguely purply poetic about how the world’s most toxic nose-stinging eye-watering throat-aching smell has become deeply nostalgic with a simple change of perspective and people

TLDR: thank you bloodborne, thank you tumblr, thank you mutuals. I have so many core memories from being unreasonably obsessed with this silly little game and it’s really changed my life for the better. I hope to continue making things for it far into the future :,)

[karaspal]

I just remembered about the existence of the Supergirl Special #1 and I got annoyed again. So now I shall copy and paste the review I left in comic geeks.

Perhaps Mariko Tamaki should stay away from Kara. I’m yet to read a good Supergirl story from her. I get that this story has some message about girlhood somewhere in these pages, but it poses an issue Kara has never had. She has never felt like she’s falling behind. That’s not a part of her character. So why use her to tell this story?

Another problem I have is her risking the lives of innocent people, and for what? Because she is jealous of Karen? She’d never do something like that. Helping people has always been her number one priority. And she’d never be jealous of someone else. Especially someone who had their entire charm assassinated by Leah Williams.

Kara can be arrogant and stubborn sometimes, yes, but not in the way it’s presented here. She is arrogant and stubborn in the sense she wants to save everyone and would never stop, even if she’s on the brink of death. Call it the indomitable kryptonian spirit, if you will. Call it stupid stubbornness, if you will. But it is who Kara is. Sometimes she can feel like she’s the only one who can do what it needs to be done, to save the people who need saving, and yes, it is arrogant, but the reason she feels so is because she can’t have anyone dying on her watch. Those “toxic” traits of her come from a place of selflessness and compassion, not jealousy. Everything she is, it comes from a place of selflessness and compassion. She suffered so much in her life, you better believe she’d do everything in her power and more to make sure no one else has to suffer the same way she did.

Kara is a competent woman who knows what she is doing. She’s confident and strong. Phillip Kennedy Johnson once described her as always being “the smartest person in the room”. It still baffles me how DC turned PKJ’s Supergirl pitch down, but green lit this.

It’s been half a year and somehow, I hate this more than the day it came out. Perhaps, it’s because this is last Supergirl thing DC published and it was last year. It’s never too late to let PKJ write her, you know.

[petrichor430]

whenever my partners call me some sort of romantic pet name I swear I just melt like gosh I’m just so gay and in love

It’s like, yes!! That’s me! I’m your darling/love/etc.!! and it’s just so incredible that I have these people in my life. My younger self never thought this day would come but here we are with the most amazing partners anyone could ask for. I love them and they love me and I couldn’t ask for anything else.

[killugon-truther]

normalize being the younger/youngest sibling and relating to killua, alluka, & nanika all at once.

[theladyinwhite13]

guys i like really really love brat does everyone know this about me yet?

[the-bi-space-ace]

Sometimes I think about how people on here really don’t know how much they mean to me. How their casual kindness has brightened my day. How their thoughts and opinions are valued and heard.

I just want to say that I’m really happy I made this account and started writing for this fandom and I have found so much joy doing this and that will always be partly your doing. So… Thank you.

[samuelroukin]

me: good lord i’m bad at this i should stop before i embarrass myself further…

nice ao3 commenter: i like ur writing

me: ok maybe it’s all worth it actually 🥺