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[w1ld-wr1t3r]

In case anyone was curious, no, I am not in fact over this yet.

@/McLarenF1: A call can make all the difference. Pick up the phone || Or, only the Lando bits

[livhowlett]

Something I noticed in Good Omens is that Aziraphale looks like he's put on a little more weight from S1 to S2

Yes, I know Michael Sheen's body changed in the 4 years between S1 and S2. He's beautiful in both seasons.

But. In universe, I like to think Aziraphale's corporation changed a little because of his relationship with Crowley.

I've read that on average, people can gain about 17 pounds within one year of finding love/being in a happy relationship.

After S1, Crowley and Aziraphale probably spent more time together. So, I like to think that Aziraphale gain "Happy Relationship Weight" from the dinners "dates" they have.

As for Crowley not gaining any weight (other than the fact he doesn't really eat), he says at the end of S1 that he believed that Armageddon wasn't the 'Big One'. He was probably still stressing out over when the BIG ONE was going to happen or if Heaven or Hell would come for them, not to mention he's living in his car.

I just know that if Aziraphale loses weight in S3, we know why.... and I'll cry over it.

[unganseylike]

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“Love Like Ghosts" // The Raven Cycle

When your true love is destined to die, is already dead, or will always be leaving. And other moments of ghostliness. 

[t-u-i-t-c]

"You'll triumph someday, as long as you never yield. I'll take you on any time." "You never fail to piss me off, Geats."

[mycrazywrld]

Can't wait for the day to come when I no longer have to say goodnight darling on the phone. But instead I can look you in your eyes, kiss you, hold you tight and say goodnight.

-kymin

[bitchesgate3]

The joy in this man's voice while receiving some humor from her.

These two need to kiss ASAP!

[friendoftashi]

some pics from my carmy pinterest board 🫶

[sammy-sexy-masochist]

~ I can’t help myself sometimes. ~ Every bratty word that slips out of my mouth feels like a tiny victory, a little thrill running down my spine.

But deep down I’m just aching for it to backfire, desperate for her to make me regret it.

Every time I push her, I’m hoping she’ll finally snap, grab me, and remind me why teasing her is such a dangerous game. I want her to shut me up, to show me exactly what happens when I push too far.

It’s funny how much I enjoy provoking her, but I also can’t wait for the moment I’m forced to pay for it.

It’s like every little taunt I throw her way is just another step closer to the punishment I know I deserve.

[nighttime-thoughts]

The culmination of love is grief, to grieve deeply is to have loved fully.

[yourdeliciouspoison]

Relationships are so dope when it's not all about sex . Imagine you both banking money , coming home to one another , laying up talking about all kinds of stuff , watching movies , ordering food & just vibing.

[kindnessoverperfection]

Lately, when I talk about someone I strongly disagree with, I think about my friends.

When I interact with someone who regularly rants about people, and tends to take things in the worst ways (without any attempts at self-reflection or grace), I feel more on-edge. I'm nervous to voice opinions. I'm always over-thinking everything I send them, worried about how they'll receive it.

On the other hand, I feel much safer during conversations where someone is speaking neutrally about those they feel at conflict with. When they feel upset about a situation, but without talking aggressively about the other person. Because I know that if we're ever in a disagreement, or have some sort of conflict or misunderstanding, they won't hurt me or suddenly hate me*.

I used to speak much more aggressively about people. My personality disorders, combined with online toxic environments, were big factors in that. I was stressed and angry constantly, and I felt justified, and I felt afraid and ashamed to respond with anything but anger. But to make a long story short, I had several big painful interpersonal experiences where I realized how my attitude was impacting my friends.

I remember the nervousness in my friends' eyes. I remember the people I've met who are much older and never grew out of that reactive communication style, and I don't want to be that person. I want my loved ones to feel safe around me.

So nowadays, I do my best to speak compassionately (or at least neutrally). Because I want to signal to my friends that I'm not going to be cruel to them, or to automatically believe the worst of them, during a conflict or misunderstanding. I try to vent about situations and my fears instead of people.

I wish I'd realized this before.

*(I discuss splitting in the tags)

[drama-glob]

In case you needed more proof that Ozzie is a super awesome boyfriend, we can obviously tell that he's still worried and knows that it's going to be a long day, but he also appears to know that Fizz is not going to keep it low-key when he goes out, regardless of what Fizz claims based on his exhaustive expression. But as we saw, he didn't have Fizz followed, didn't track his phone and didn't send an abundance of texts to constantly be kept updated, giving Fizz his space and not invading his privacy, showing his trust and love in Fizz without being too over protective in my opinion. <3<3<3

Plus, Ozzie didn't really push when Fizz said Ozzie could give Stolas a crystal because for sure Fizz wouldn't want Blitzo to get one if they hadn't managed to reconcile. Ozzie knows something must have happened during the kidnapping to make a 15year hatred seem to dissolve, but Fizz doesn't seems distraught or troubled at the moment as well as the important thing is to patch Fizz up over anything else and just listens to what Fizz says. He knows he can always ask later if there's an issue or Fizz will tell him when he's ready because no doubt Ozzie wants to know what happened, but it's not something that needs to be answered now.<3<3<3

[kevinsstuffsworld]

If someone seriously

wants to be a part of your life

They will seriously

make an effort to be in it.

NO Reason, NO Excuses

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[milks-thoughts]

Futuer Leo with apprentice reader?

like reader was made his apprentice alongside Casey Jr and people keep comparing the two, how Casey was more mature, how he was stronger physically and emotionally

thankss

I warned y’all, i warned ya it was coming

(shout out to @yanteetle who makes me chuckle every time they react with my angst posts)

summary: Reader just wants to make him proud

TW: death, in detail character death, meaning the POV is dying, murder, reader runs away, reader has a breakdown, the dove is dead. why? cause I killed it, reader just wants to make him proud :(

It Was Not Your Fault But Mine

When Leonardo became the leader of the resistance he expected many things, war? mhm, death? absolutely. it came with the territory. being placed in charge of two preteens, to train them to be able to live in this brutal world? no, he was never expecting you to become his apprentice. He trained you both, but…he couldn’t help but see himself in you. the self he hated. his past, a cocky teenager that thought his older brother would carry everything for him.

You couldn’t help but resent Casey. Why did he get special treatment? You two were on the same patrol where you watched half the patrol get wiped out…and yet, you listened to your mentor, Leonardo, comfort Casey… why didn’t he also comfort you? His gruff voice broke through your thoughts “ You're okay, You're alright. I'll never, ever leave your side- “ you gripped your elbows as your buried your head in your knees “ -I will stay and I will fight. “ his humming filled the space he and Casey were sharing, you weren’t even supposed to be here “ With you, you're okay, you're alright. I'll stay here through the darkest night. All the way, I will fight….with you “ when you heard Leonardo start to leave the space, you quickly left the surrounding area. collapsing onto the floor and sighing, nothing but harsh memories being your company.

When you and Casey were allowed out on serious patrols, you were exploring a apartment building. You entered one door and recoiled at the dead person in the room, you backed up and knocked over a pot which caught the attention of a kraang dog nearby…which alterted its friends… which had them chasing after you and Casey. You both narrowly avoided them by closing yourselves in a apartment, you sheepishly grinned at Casey and he looked down at you with a unimpressed face. You two had waited two hours before Leonardo and a patrol could rescue you two, when he found out what happened…he sighed and walked off. You and Casey followed him back, being able to tell he was going to yell at you two when you got back. You dreaded it, you always ended up crying when Leonardo shouted at you, or, whenever anyone shouted at you.

You sniffled in your room, you didn’t miss how Leonardo’s frame was exhausted looking. He walked past your area and into Casey’s room. You suddenly shot up. “ I’ll make him proud of me. I’ll- I’ll do something impactful. I’ll bring back so much material that he can’t help but notice me! “ pushing out your room, grabbing a bottle of water and a nutrition bar, you left the resistance camp behind. Your eyes hard as you held your weapon tightly. You were going to force him to see you.

It was a horrible mistake. You were doing so good! Being stealthy! but a building crashed over top you, leaving a metal beam through your leg. You collar bones were broken as your weak arms tried to push off the large slab of concrete. realizing you couldn’t…tears started rolling down your face. you didn’t want to die alone…you didn’t want to die here. In the darkness your only companion was your emergency button, it’s blue color that it glowed was illuminating your face. You felt like a old dog, a dog that stopped being useful to your farmer. You whimpered and cried, whispering a small lullaby to yourself “ You're okay, You're alright. I'll never, ever leave your side- “ you gripped the concrete slab as you buried your head in the sand like floor behind you “ -I will stay and I will fight…. “ your humming filled the space, you weren’t even supposed to be here… “ With you, you're okay, you're alright. I'll stay here through the darkest night.- “ your sob echoed through the rubble “ -All the way, I will fight….with you… “ your body started hyperventilating to the best of its ability, the concrete slab feeling so..so heavy. You didn’t want to die alone with your thigh pinned down by a metal bar, by concrete holding down your chest…you wanted your mentor…you wanted…you…

Leonardo’s patrol finally got through the rubble, his hands scrapped and bleeding as he found you, a wail escaping him as he rushed forwards. Pushing the concrete slab you so clearly tried to push off, your scrapped and bleeding hands being a painful reminder how you both struggled with the rubble. He leaned his head down and sobbed when your chest never thudded with a heart beat. He pushed the hair out of your face so carefully and took in your tear streaked cheeks, still damp. Some may say that your death was your own fault. That you should’ve never left because you were jealous. But it was not your fault but his instead. He neglected you and he’ll defend your death and your name, and everything you stood for with his life, because he failed you, like he failed his brothers, like he failed New York…like he failed the world. He’s Icarus and he flew way too close to the sun.

[mycrazywrld]

Chatting with you at night was not just a chat, it's my happiness before sleeping🥰✨

-kymin

[interstellarlyinlove]

Fall (October 2nd)

word count: 464

@wolfstarmicrofic

“It’s just how it is, you know?” Sirius whispers. In their dark and large bedroom, it feels like he’s talking to himself. He stares at the ceiling above him and sighs. “I can’t really help it. It’s not like I woke up one day and just decided to make my life a hundred times harder by loving my friend.”

“Salazar knows you love to make things harder for yourself, Sirius,” Comes Regulus’ voice a few seconds later, low and soft, from the lower bunk of their bed. 

“Very funny, Reggie.” If Sirius is being completely honest, he’s not sure how he’s speaking to Regulus at all right now. The same Regulus that professionally ignores him when they’re at Hogwarts. Sirius thinks it would be infinitely harder for Regulus to pretend Sirius doesn’t exist when they’re back at home and share one bedroom.

He’s not necessarily complaining, though. He misses his little brother more than he can admit even to himself. 

Sirius also doesn’t know when he decided to flat-out tell Regulus about his feelings for Remus. It sort of just came out of his mouth a couple of nights ago when the silence between them became a little too suffocating for Sirius.

He can’t say he regrets it, though. It feels good to have it in the open, not to be the only one who knows. His feelings weigh less on his shoulders after sharing them with someone else for the first time. No one knows. No one can know, especially not when Sirius himself doesn’t even half understand what he’s feeling. But Regulus isn’t just anyone, he’s his brother, and Sirius hates that he somehow forgot that these last few years. 

“I guess this could be worse,” Regulus says after a while. “Remus is quite alright. His scars are hot.”

“Regulus.” 

“Isn’t being brave your entire thing?” Regulus asks. “Why not just rip the band-aid and tell him already? Or are Gryffindors really all talk no walk cowards?”

Sirius scoffs. “As if. Says the person who would not sleep on the top bunk because he’s too scared to fall.” 

“You couldn’t pay me to sleep on the top bunk, brother,” Regulus says seriously. “And this isn’t about me, anyway. This is about you being too much of a pussy to-”

“But it’s not that,” Sirius interrupts. He sighs. “It’s just that– Remus is my friend.”

“Okay.”

“I would never do anything to hurt that friendship.” Sirius shakes his head. “It– it means too much to me.”

“That’s sweet, actually,” Regulus says awkwardly. 

Sirius laughs despite himself. “Thank you, Reggie.”

Regulus doesn’t say anything for a long while and Sirius thinks he’s asleep but he startles when he hears Regulus whisper, “Merry Christmas, Sirius.” 

Sirius smiles. It must be past midnight. “Merry Christmas, Reggie, love.”