#stitching together a family

[alyjojo]

💪 Capricorn 🫶

[sunsetsandsunshine]

how was sonic 3 my little rosebud 😤 me and my brothers saw it and I was jumping outta my socks

MY REACTION TO THE WHOLE MOVIE:

Okay but in all seriousness spoilers under cut…….

BRO…

BRO BRO BRO BRO BROOOOOO…

Shaking and squealing and screaming soundly…this….MOVIE WAS SO GOOD IT DID NOT DISAPPOINT.

Jim Carey CAREY-D as always yes yes mhm mhm. The freaking dance off with him and his grand pappy 😭?????? When the movie comes on digital I’m learning the choreo I’m being so deadass 💃🏾✨🕺🏾

KNUCKLES IS SUCH A BIG BROTHER OMFG I LOVE HIM. WHEN TAILS AND SONIC WERE LEGIT FALLING HE JUST HELD ONTO THEM AND EVEN WHEN THEY HIT THE GROUND HE WAS STILL HOLDING THEM UUGGHFHDHSN 💘💝💓💗💕💖💘💞🩷

I also read like 6 million different angst Knuckles fanfics after but ssshhhgrgegd

Tom and Maddie are legit THE couple. I NEED A MAN LIKE TOM GUYS 💗💗💗💗💗💗

ALSO PUSHING MY BIG BRO KNUCKLES AGENDA BUT THE “PIKA PIKA” THING THAT HE DID TO TAILS BRO 😭‼️ HE’S SUCH A BULLY TAILS WAS NOT AMUSED AT ALLLLLLL

I. Love. Shadow. No more words needed.

ACTUALLY NO A LOT OF WORDS NEEDED BECAUSE THE WAY THEY MADE SONIC AND SHADOW SO SIMILAR UGHHGGFHD

I actually screamed “AKIRA” at the Akira refrence…if yk…YK

SHADOW JUST ACCEPTING HIS DEATH?????? LIKE IK HIS GOAL TO WHY BUT THATS……….JUST NOT.

It’s giving therapy right after he gets his bracelet thingies (I’m so glad he’s alive I actually screamed at the explosion).

SONIC BEING ANGRY AND SO DAMN PISSED OGHHGHHFD I LOVE IT WHEN CHILL CHARACTERS I RELATE TO LOSE THEIR SHIT

✨The star scene………Emmy when?✨

“This isn’t who I am…”

AMY RETURNING??????? WHEN I TELL YOU I PREDICTED IT YOUR WELCOME GUYS

SONIC 4 IS COMING OUT MY GRADUATING YEAR HHHHHDGSGQJQKQKAMAHHHHHBD 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

But to be frfr I’m a found-family type of person and I never got around to liking Sonadow or Sonamy so………..🌞…this is about to get interesting.

“My lungs 😩😫….”

“Or…your heart..”

RAISHSGGSHAJA

[squeakadeeks]

finally drew the actual antagonist for stitch in the ditch!! (Stitch, Seam, and Husqvarna arnt actually evil, they just have an opposing perspective and solution to the tears in reality) But Brother is 100% through and through the bad guy.

He's the one that started the rips in the patchwork world to make his own personal kingdom, and commands the oose, which are monstrous balls of lint and loose thread created by the fraying edges. He is objectively the greatest stitch witch of all time, and was also responsible for creating Stitch and Seam...but he sucks so bad they quit and want nothing to do with him now.

[patheticblorbloscholar]

[fowlblue]

I have had So Many Thoughts about Black Butler it is not even funny

[kuruk]

rescue dogs haven't bullied halo with their resource guarding ever since halo won that fight against dill help jem even moves aside to the couch when I bring halo down instead of running to me and waiting by the steps like usual. she still runs to me and waits when she can hear/smell that I didn't bring halo with me but she runs away instead when I do. so like I guess halo kind of showed them...

[ravenheir]

thinking about it again — the fact that the only man who has ever actually been something of a father to wyll is abdel adrian. the fact that, while wyll is undoubtedly ulder's son (and francesca's son, something less acknowledged), much of who he is is because of abdel; the hero of baldur's gate. wyll's idol. someone he trusted, loved. and just … abdel's death was absolutely The Moment for wyll; the moment that he understood crushing guilt and grief, the moment that he understood what it meant to lose someone dear to you. i think it also laid … a very specific and complicated kind of foundation in his mind, given the nature of abdel's death — abdel, a man revealed to be bhaalspawn, a man turned monster, tearing apart and being torn apart by his unholy brethren. do you even get it

[songofwizardry]

hey there's a lot of shit out in the world but like. there's also 300k fanfics written as labours of love and exuberant comment threads on art that point out and gush over little details and there's people who spend hours sewing tiny details on their cosplays and there's fragments of poetry that get shared over and over and bring emotions over and over and there's entire communities of people built around 'we loved a story together' or 'we made a story together' and there's people poring over every line in a work and building theories together and there's getting together with your friends to have ridiculous fantasy adventures every week and yeah. there's some good stories here too yknow.

[captain-danwilds]

I feel like this song could be in the background of a montage as Cat, Laila, and Jeremy help Jean try new things.

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

Made this for my dropbox(es) and organizational purposes (and also bc my brain was itching) but I figure I might as well share it

Ficverse family tree extension be upon ye!

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

Emily's kick seemed to really do the trick, as Nicholas let go of Randall's neck and rolled off of him in a daze, while Randall himself coughed and gasped for air, rubbing his sore throat while Nicholas groaned, seeming dazed as he struggled to his feet, legs wobbly as he did. He made a feeble attempt at rushing one of them (given how unfocused his gaze was, it was near-impossible to know who), but in doing so, he earned a punch across the jaw from Elizabeth, causing him to stumble back, swaying on his feet as Randall, having recovered, got to his feet, eyes dark with anger.

In that moment, he remembered. He remembered it all-searing pain across his throat, Emily's terrified screams as his disembodied head gushing blood soared through the air, landing in a lonely hatbox. It filled his stomach with acid, set his blood ablaze, filled him with a righteous anger that made his vision turn red, and his hands ball into fists.

Honestly, he could've killed Nicholas where he stood-he very easily could've made him feel everything he made him and Emily feel, that lifetime ago. But to stoop to his level...that sickened him, and so, as the coup de grace, Randall socked Nicholas clean in the nose, finally knocking the lout out flat on the ground. He lived, only knocked out cold by this finishing punch.

"What should we do with him?" Mrs. Henshaw asked, tempting to give him a kick in the side for good measure, but Beau, as he checked on everyone, replied with a shrug, "I say we leave him here, to be quite honest. By the time he comes around, we'll be long gone, and if he tries to tattle on our little plan, well...who's going to believe him? To the ears of everyone in New Orleans, it'll sound like Mr. Pennyworth was bitter that Dorian upstaged him, upset that he didn't get to have Emily's hand, and is trying to drag him through the mud out of spite, and with an outlandish-sounding story to boot. He'll be ostracized, and I believe, to him, that'll be a fate worse than death."

There was a murmur of agreements at this, as Dorian wrapped a loving arm around Elizabeth's waist, pulling her close to him, while Randall embraced Emily, burying his face in her shoulder, so grateful that she was alright. His eyes were damp with tears as memories filled his mind, good and bad, and he swallowed hard as he closed his eyes.

Thank you, he thought to himself, to no one in particular-perhaps a guardian angel, if they happened to be smiling upon him (which he certainly felt they were). Thank you for this second chance-thank you for our life!

[virmillion]

watched love simon again, had a breakdown, bon appetit.

something about how simon had (eventually) all that support - his mom told him he got to breathe now, his dad apologized for the jokes and for never seeing it, everyone said they loved him, that he was still him

anyway. rough never got the chance to do that (at least not to that extent, albeit also avoiding the wretched way it went down). at most, he came out to some friends at college, but not fully, not to everyone

and yeah, his parents might've been fine with it. emily probably would've. they would've all adjusted. eventually. but now he'll never know, is the issue. he won't get to tell them, and now everyone is going to remember him wrong. they are going to label and bury a casket containing a body that no longer belongs to him (and frankly, hasn't belonged to him in a long time)

functionally, he wasted his time. he Did School, then he graduated and Did College, then he died. he didn't get to Do a real relationship, or being himself. "you get to breathe now, you're still you" but is he? he never was himself, not all the way. "oh you're still yourself on the inside, no matter what other people saw or say" other people see him buried and mourn a girl who died years ago and he can't correct them

[confetti-critter]

*thinks about my own edgy OC backstories* this shit goes hard ngl

[arnaultdorothea]

All Zephia wanted was a family. :(

[unproduciblesmackdown]

the poster behind the danielle wade fan account of frequent relevant post curation saw summer stock, ft. their own relevant posting

[evilevilevilnotevilevilagain]

Thinkin' about these KAs again....

Text taken from an old drabble available under the cut

"Do you hate what I've become?"

"I cant stand what they've done to you."

"You don't think any of this could've been my choice? That I may have wanted this? You left me, Orwell, I've never been alone before. I didn't want to be alone. All you had to do to save me was stay with me."

He watches their grief like one would the angst of a stranger, awkward and distant. Unable to relate. What had he expected? Was this still their sibling? Did he even know who that was? Who that had once been? Was he just another man who had projected his own view of what Knife Angel should be? He had been the older brother, he had had to protect them. Had he done it to excess and molded this clay farce in front of him?

"I'm so sorry Whippet, it's all my fault that you're like this."

KA knows, but it still hurts them with a stabbing awful agony to hear their brother speak these words and believe in them. This hopeless pity, convinced there is nothing left to save.

"Is it so hard to imagine that I wanted this life? Is it so impossible that I chose this for myself? Would you rather believe I'm already a lost cause?"

Knife Angel is looking downtrodden again, head hung like a dog, their hands gripping the spikes of their helmet, their white knuckle grip the only indication of their mood. But when they turn to Crevice, there are tears in their eyes, threatening to over-spill. A trembling lower lip, their jaw clenched so hard not to let it all out.

"I just got you back and already it feels like I'm losing you again. Please, brother, don't give up on me. One last time, give me a chance. I want this." They grit their teeth, they say it with as much rage and determination as they have ever had. His hand on the top of their head. An attempt at their childhood camaraderie.

"If you really want this."

"To my masters I would give any part of my body but for my brother, I would give my soul. Only for you. I will live to become someone you can love again. I want someone to cherish as well. I want someone to care for me. I… suppose I have to start with myself." Its a small, sad smile, but its the best KA can manage.