#tearing my hair out. Tearing my hair out

[voiceofthe]

He loves you. He reminds you of this. Always there with you, holding onto you like something too precious to let go of. He murmurs to you, a presence in the back of your mind-- My darling, my love, my angel. It's nice, to not be alone anymore. You're tired of being alone.

You deserve this, you think, dully, as he tries to lead you through a waltz, clunky though it is to dance with a shadow. A thought always there, always present. He fusses over you. You stumble, and he catches you, holds you there. "Beloved, are you alright?" It's a whisper. It's a thought. It's an echo. You nod, resolute. He doesn't let go for a long moment.

You're tired of waiting.

At least, this time, you can walk across the room. He grips your hands as you walk down the stairs, into the hall, almost like a cathedral, in your honor. "Because you have always held my heart," He tells you, nodding to the stained glass portraits.

You don't respond. You still remember it pulsing in your hand. At least you're not alone.

The door is there. You can see sunlight through the windows-- "A pale shadow of your own radiance," He says, "Nothing could ever compare to your light, my dearest." The door is there. He's too lost in his poetry, his soft, adoring words, to notice how your gaze fixes on it. You're tired of waiting. You're tired of being alone. You could almost reach for it--

He grabs your arm. "Please," He says, pained, desperate, in a way you rarely hear him, "Don't. I-- I cannot go with you." You let your hand fall back into his shaded clutches. He takes it. Gripping you so tightly it almost aches. A lifeline.

He guides you back to the stairs with a stream of pleading reassurances. "You're safe here," He tells you. "I wouldn't be able to keep you safe outside. All I want is your happiness-- Did I not do well enough? I can try harder, I promise. I will."

The same, familiar room. It's nice. It's better than your last home. Far better than the first. He sets the table for you. Leads you to your seat. Tells you how beautiful you are, again. How loving, how kind. How he'll do better to keep you happy, this time. "At least I could get rid of your chains," He says, more to himself, falling into a mournful silence.

You touch the blade around your neck. You don't have the heart to tell him otherwise. You deserve this.

[chilpilled]

his smile and optimism…….gone………

[wormspoodle]

bro CANNOT sit still

+ doodles

[valtsv]

i've figured out the hack to writing is to write badly so that you can eventually write good when you go back to edit. unfortunately that means that i'm going to have to go back and edit. sisyphus rolling that damn boulder up the hill emoji.

[allimili]

"Let's meet again next Halloween..."

[hinamie]

noir

[rosieyart]

ughhhhhh… new hyperfixation ,,,,

[oshaskell]

it's so SO fucked up that the buddie thesis of the show has been there since s02 e08 with Thomas telling Buck "you don't find it, son, you make it", and ever since then Buck has found person after person and has kept reaching and reaching for one of them to love him, not understanding why he can't make it work, while at the same time building a home, a haven, with Eddie. he's been making it this WHOLE TIME and 6 seasons later, he STILL thinks he doesn't have it

[tojisun]

!! smut; (consensual) objectification; threesome but with power dynamics; f!reader; very short and messy drabble! [UNEDITED]!; established simon x gaz // divider by @/plutism <33

kyle taking your virginity and kinda making a mess out of your cunt that when he pulls away, he pats your bum and tells simon, "sorry LT. kinda got distracted."

and simon, while fisting his chub softly, almost lazily, just grunts dismissively and says, "s'fine. i'm not good with virgins anyways."

kyle laughs, his hand still roving all over you as though you are not exhausted and spent, the air leaving you in rasps as you try to catch your breath. his eyes turn teasing and he playfully bats his lashes at his lieutenant.

"you jus' want my sloppy seconds," kyle trills, playful but a touch shy, as though testing the waters to see if simon really did mean it — the fast kisses and bigger hands sliding underneath kyle's trousers to have a cupful of his ass; the snarled promises of a good time, of simon taking care of him.

simon stops fisting his cock for a second, enough to truly set his gaze on kyle instead of on your trembling body, and rumbles, "i'll want whatever scraps you give me, garrick."

kyle doesn't croon but it's close, and as a reward, he manhandles you just enough that your legs are parted to show off the glistening and cum-stained mess that your pussy has become — a treat that kyle is offering to his lieutenant.

kyle watches as a perfectly-timed dollop of his cum slides out from your slit and into the sheets, before smiling mischievously at simon. "wanna taste 'er?"

and it's all simon needs for him to tug his fatigues back up before he's rousing from his seat with a grunt. he cups kyle's jaw when he gets close, his callused thumb rubbing over kyle's lips.

"i'll eat her whole until i've swallowed all of you, baby. i swear on it," simon murmurs, his chest heaving in his thinly-veiled desire.

you mewl, in protest or in excitement, they don't know but it still has kyle grinning, excited, his cock stirring already again.

"okay," he tells simon. "show me."

simon pulls you to him like you're a doll with her strings cut loose, your body dragging against the sheets easily, and kyle sits back, ready to enjoy the show.

[abyssal-ilk]

"Daughters never grow up, Anora. They remain six years old with pigtails and skinned knees, forever." and what if i kms in front of the entire landsmeet rn

[dotthings]

Here's a clip of more from Misha's panel and he confirmed Robert Berens intentionally wrote that confession to mean romantic love not love in a "love ya bro" kind of way, confirmed Berens was going to leave the show for the final season but stayed so he could see that storyline through, confirmed that there were "stages" to how Destiel was treated in the show, it started out with fandom viewpoints, and then some winks and nods done by the show, and then eventually the writers were working in hints in that direction, he confirmed that yes he and Jensen discussed it, confirmed at a certain point they started playing into it more deliberately (seemingly in pace with the writers and the story hints) and reiterated he was really stunned that they were able to give Cas an open love declaration like that.

This is confirmation of writer intent. Confirmation the actors talked about it and knew about it and played into it, following the writers. Confirmation of creative deliberation. No this was not just some headcanon or fandom delusion.

People at the show, who make the show, were for it, and since the network was never going to let that be full-open mutually confirmed they did their best to convey it however they good. Snuck it in the back door. And we've already been told there was a lot of careful chess-playing to get the confession to air and they were all worried the network might cut it.

No amount of screaming and hate and denial from spnstanbunchanumbers on twitter is going to undo it or make Destiel shippers "delusional" for noticing, make it less canon.

The creatives at spn were on your side. This was not a queerbait. If you want to accuse anything of that, please aim it at the cw network and it's cap on representation and its queer erasure, because broadcast TV networks are like this. They are still like this, things do seem to be changing a little, as Misha said, things are becoming a bit more inclusive and open, but it's not like the whole system reforms all at once.

Cas being gay and canonically in love with Dean got erased in show-connected PR, and for a time, stifled on CE con stages. That doesn't make it not canonical.

FYI for historical context, the reason "canon Destiel" even became the major discourse that it did was because of how the show started handling it differently. That shift happened in Carver era. And Carver hired Berens.

[foxstens]

andrew always being at kevin's side because kevin needs it and andrew driving kevin to night practice and andrew patting kevin down to check for injuries and andrew promising kevin it'll be fine and andrew looking awake, interested because of kevin and andrew conserving his energy for kevin's quiet meltdown and andrew smiling for the first time without the drugs because of kevin and andrew always picking up when kevin calls

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

SHADOW'S GENUINE, EARNEST SMILE.

[kookjinnies]

soft fluffy sweater jin🤍💌

[devil-in-hiding]

Hii

About the 141 cucking reader's husband. Her husband is the type of man to think women can't cum based on the fact he never made reader cum.

So of course when the 141 are easily able to get his wife cock drunk and cum multiple times, he's genuinely surprised.

YOURE IN MY MIND BECAUSE YES EXACTLY THIS ANON EXACTLY THIS

He thinks you’re a little prude who doesn’t make a peep in bed, no erotic faces, though he’s usually just shoving your face into the sheets so he can dump his load

so to see you’re fucked out expression, a honest to god fucking smile on your face while Kyle is balls deep inside your cunt and Johnny cradles your cheeks in his hands, grinning back at you before leaning in, peppering kisses all over your face

“how’s that feel bonnie? kyle treatin’ that pretty cunt right?”

“s-so good! f-fuck don’t stop kyle please!”

[starridge]

concept sketches from a group film last year! i had the pleasure of being a character designer and art director which was great cuz it meant i got to design a bunch of late victorian monsters