#they make me want to eat drywall

[sengokubasara3]

[lemonyinks]

Aw screw it, why not post this here

Decided to try my hand at making AMVs

[coffit0]

Son of ...man?

ID below the cut!

[Image description: a digital painting of Hunter from The Owl House in his Golden Guard armor, facing the viewer. He isn't wearing his mask, but Flapjack flies in front of his face, concealing his eyes but not his frown. He's clutching his staff, and the background shows a gray brick wall give way to a purple sea and cloudy gray sky. Most of the colors are muted. End ID.]

[tzarrz]

i listen to fog lake too much

[aria-greenhoodie]

I fucking HATE them.

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[willosword]

velvette giving vox a lil kissy kissy through her phone bc he made her laugh is literally everything to me

[medievalthymes]

fitz & patience — the unremembered (prologue)

assassin’s quest - robin hobb / pietà by charles le brun (1644) / assassin’s quest - robin hobb / euripides, herakles tr. anne carson / anguish (detail) by august friedrich schenck (1878) / assassin’s quest - robin hobb

[wigglebox]

Destiel Pride - Day 19; Kiss me once, kiss me twice

[domokunrainbowkinz]

not arguing w a dude that has big brown eyes. whatever u say beautiful

(I’m only on ch 29 no spoilers pls!!!!) go wild with spoilers I am now done the book and am extremely mentally unwell

[szaryherbatnik]

Very cool curse of strahdanya shepnax drawing spoilers for episode 11

[dykekarkat]

when ur day is going fine and then you remember "will u still teach me?" "every night." People Died Nora.

[starmagnets]

the sealing of galacta knight.

[kara-zor-els]

Lois Lane (2019) #1

[utilitycaster]

Various CR characters, the latest of which is Ashton Greymoore: I don't believe in fate

Matthew Mercer, descending directly into the narrative: the interplay of fate and free will is the most consistent culture-spanning theme in the entire universe I built and is set up as the crux of the finale of Campaign 3 so your belief does not actually matter but this is a great character trait for you to have so go off

[punisheye]

Holding him is somehow simultaneously the easiest and hardest thing he's ever done. When his trembling hands drop from Vash's face his arms go back around his middle, fingers lightly kneading into the curve of his spine, pulling him impossibly closer. Those ever-present thoughts of, I don't deserve this, I don't deserve him, are beginning to flicker and fade, drowned out by the resounding thought of: I miss you. I'm sorry.

There's a wet patch on his shoulder, seeping through the fabric of his blazer straight through the shirt underneath. Wolfwood remembers those final moments, there on that couch, where Vash's voice had broken, choked on his words, an attempt to stifle his sobs until Wolfwood's light had completely snuffed out. And, oh, Wolfwood knows Vash cried for him then. It was just like Vash to cry for people, even someone like Wolfwood.

Clearly, telling him not to do that isn't working.

Vash bites back at him, but through his sobs there isn't much venom there. Wolfwood leans heavily against him and the rapid way his heart pounds now isn't from running away. It flutters almost painfully in his chest, but it's a much different sensation than when it began to fail. Not wholly unpleasant, but it still makes him feel a little nauseated.

He screws his eyes shut again. No matter how valiantly he tries to keep them at bay, he can feel those stupid, annoying tears run down his cheeks and soak into Vash's jacket. The inhale he takes his rough, shaking.

Vash has never seen him cry, has he? It's an excruciating display of vulnerability.

Only for him.

He just had that affect on him. Always has.

"Yeah, well, y-ya cry enough already, ya big baby!" Wolfwood still isn't letting him go. He just nuzzles further into his shoulder. "I don't need ya cryin' over me! S-seriously! You..."

Wolfwood sniffles. Vash is so real and familiar in his arms and he doesn't want to let go. If he lets go, what if he fades away? What if both of them disappear? He doesn't know if he could handle it.

He lifts his head and practically slams their foreheads together again, his nostrils flaring. Much to his chagrin, he's also still crying.

"What'd I tell ya before? Ya can't- ya c-can't even smile seein' me again?! I've been lookin' all over for ya...!"

★ --;; He's shaking like a leaf, can't stop shaking, the big fat tears that had begun falling down Vash's face multiplying and in both strength and numbers as soon as he has his arms around his friend. They won't stop either, the wall of emotion finally catching up to him in full and washing over him like a wave. The shoulder of Wolfwood's jacket is soaking through with tears where his face is buried against it, but he doesn't dare move away. Some distant part of his mind knows he's gripping too hard but oh god the biggest part of him is terrified of what will happen if he lets go.

And then there are arms around his middle, fingers in his hair, and somehow they make it better and worse at the same time; that steady mantra of safe safe safe that would always accompany them when he'd wake up screaming in the middle of the night is pierced with the shakiness of Wolfwood's hands, the lack of actually hurling any names at Vash; the unspoken acknowledgment that he knows. He knows what's happened, knows about those final breaths on that couch out in the middle of the desert.

He doesn't know how Vash had cried then too; screamed and begged to a god that was not listening.

His world narrows, couldn't find it in himself to care at all about their less-than-welcoming surroundings if he tried because that white hot buzzing agony that had exploded forth from the very depths of him had felt as though it had never stopped burning, not once, until now. Like a salve, like that vital piece of him being put back into place.

And then Wolfwood is apologizing, and Vash crumples just that bit more.

The thumbs against his cheeks are overwhelming, Wolfwood's eyes are overwhelming, and through all the emotions wreaking havoc up and down his nerves for once there is not a fleeting thought of whether or not he deserves this softness. They're too swept up in everything else, dark brown irises flooding his watery vision. Vash doesn't even have it in him to bite back at the abuse to his face.

Well. Almost.

"Shut up!" he hiccups, mirroring the man in his grip as his face falls back into wet fabric. "I'll-- I'll cry as-as much as I want! You ass!"

[fighting-naturalist]

Daniel in "Resurrection"