#why do I write like this

[lin-sterling]

I love the way Hans is looking for assurance from Henry here. he knows what's right and wrong, he's not dumb or weak or indecisive but he's constantly confronted by the conflict of duty vs. morality. does the end justify the means? can one questionable act be forgiven if it was done in name of greater good? has he done everything he could have and should have as someone with greater power than most? it's complicated and confusing for him, especially now that he's flown the nest so to speak, and is facing these questions for the first time in his own right as a noble lord.

the thing is, Hans probably would've been ashamed not to know the answer in front of someone like Hanush and wouldn't have asked for help. Henry though, he trusts Henry. and with exception of shit explosion that was pillory conversation, Henry doesn't make him feel shame. and so Hans turns to him for advice. not because Henry is some perfect person or an arbiter of good but because Hans feels safe to be vulnerable with him.

although, the way I personally play Henry, he does have an actual answer for Hans. he often does or says things he regrets but he always tries to make up for wrongdoings if they couldn't be avoided. the end does not really justify the means. the road he walks matters to him. it's not just about the goal, it's also about how exactly he gets there and he won't sell his soul for victory. in fact, the only person Henry would wreak absolute havoc for is Hans himself. but at the same time Hans would never ask Henry to compromise who he is, nor would he actually want that to happen. and Henry knows and appreciates this.

I think this sort of the summirizes my Henry's position regarding story decisions and even the romance between him and Hans: nothing ever happens the expected way, we keep stumbling our way out of multiple frying pans into multitude of fires and it's easy to lose yourself in this chaos. there's a plethora of things we cannot do and cannot be. but we won't give up. we will find a better way, always. and maybe we die trying but try we will.

and maybe it's a tad too idealistic. a little too hopeful. but I love the thought of them affirming each other's desire to do and be better, being each other's guiding light.

so

"did we do the right thing?"

"yes."

and fuck Hashek

[lovelykalopsia]

"I do think that there arent enough words in the world for him, no matter how many I create there will never be the right word for him. I have an infinite amout of options, yet he exceeds all of them, he more than words could ever describe, his soul is kind, beautiful. He is ethereal, it seems impossible to find just one word to describe him"

I WASTE MY TALENT ON FICTIONAL BOYS...I DONT EVEN WANT TO DATE YET I WRITE STUFF THAT WOULD MAKE MY EX WEAK IN THE KNEES 😭

[blushweddinggowns]

WIP Wednesday (Whoop Whoop!!) (don't worry dude ive only gotten through like half of my asks from mine and its sunday dhkdhdmh)

requesting asleep (or other variations of sleep if you want) from the rockstar au!!

Ty for the ask <3 But dude I swear to god, my style of writing is so, SO annoying because I can't write the fucking next part of this story but I sure as fuck can write the end! This happens every damn time.

So this snippet is a little weird and from the epilogue (but fuck it thats part of the wip!) So spoilers under the cut! Wait if you want a nautral ending! But then again, the tumblr post i based this whole story on kind of spoils everything anyway 😅

A Deep Dive into the Munson Marriage: Just Who is Steve Harrington?

By Fredricka Keith

The world has somehow been sleeping on the end of an era. The notrisiuous bachelor Eddie Munson was married. But how did it happen? Who did he fall for? Surprisingly enough, those questions were very hard to answer, despite Munson’s past predilection to be an open book. 

He has been uncharastically tight-lipped about his new beau. Tight enough for the majority of his fans to be just as shocked as the general public at the new announcement. Even so, Steve Harrington hasn’t managed to stay completely out of the public eye.

The thirty-three year old has a dismal social media presence, but lucky enough for us, his husband and sister are much more giving. Though Eddie’s instagram and twitter mentions of his husband were quickly found to be useless in getting to know the man. Which wasn’t surprising considering how they were all nonsensical compliments, written straight from his stream of consciousness. 

His sister, Robin Buckley, was better, especially considering that she’s been using the same instagram account since 2012.

[atinylittlepain]

hello, my name is gin, and i am addicted to unnecessary and avoidable alliteration

[meyerlansky]

this is a complete accident but i am going to fully fool people with bitter-but-mostly-sweet ot3 smut and ust as my first mota fic

and then the bait-and-switch of "making luftw@ffe interrogation worse with Bad Touch™️ angst" as my second, third and fourth fics

[almondpiglet]

ppl were drawing mikus from all over so heres habesha miku and her lil twin sibs rin and len!!

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[all-my-ocs-are-evil]

[insert poetic title here]

fun fact: this did not start out as isat fanart

(rambling in tags)

[tariah23]

The manga industry, especially JUMP, needs to hurry up and do away with weekly scheduling for mangaka. There needs to better regulations put into place for their health and safety because this is pitiful. Two weeks - monthly updates should’ve already been the standard for the manga industry at this point. These money grabbers will only continue to put the lives of these artists at stake for the sake of capitalism unless some serious changes are implemented.

[oh-verity]

Forgive me

I am not my sins.

I am not the girl who lied. I am not the girl who lusted. I am no longer the girl filled with greed, spite and bitterness. 

I only recently figured out that my sins don't define me. 

I will always try to be a better person than I was yesterday. Some days that's easy. 

Some days I fall, some days I tumble. Two steps forward, one step back. But always I walk towards the light. 

I am stepping away from being a girl who lived just to exist.

Life is a blessing from Him. To waste it is to be ungracious. 

I pray that He will continue to guide me to be the most holy version of myself. 

O Lord, forgive me.

[egophiliac]

Final manifestations for Book 7?

I'm trying REALLY hard not to build up any solid expectations, because I wanna go in ~fresh~! they're already so far away from anything I thought would happen (not in a bad way, I'm just accepting that I'm on Miss Yana's Wild Ride at this point and we're seeing this thing through 'til the end, by gum). so it's nothing too major, but:

they've been handing new crying expressions out like candy lately, I want to see some delicious Malleus tears.

honestly I want everyone to cry buckets. their tears sustain me. the more Silver angst specifically I get the happier I am.

SILVER!!!! 👏 VANROUGE!!!! 👏

just let him have this. the poor boy's been through so much. let him have his big "I'm proud of you, son" moment with Lilia.

I'm 100% expecting Grim's arc (and probably whatever's going on with Crowley) to be its own episode, but a nice hook to leave us hanging on would be good!

a nice hook though, please, I don't think I can take another "Grim is attacking us! now wait eight months to find out what happens :)" cliffhanger...

some Meleanor? as a treat? just a little bit, a tiny quick flashback or something, please Twst I just, I just want to see her again. let her have a little ghost cameo like Dawnathan Knight got. Lilia and his kids are all having their big group hug or whatever and she can gently fade in to be all like

(turning asks off until I'm done playing, SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE Y'ALL)

[h20milk]

tfw you fall in love with the magicless prefect that keeps running around campus 🤦‍♀️

[idiotsonlyevent]

i wonder where the idea of chilchuck being a deadbeat came from when theres like. no textual evidence for it ?

he knows what all of them are up to; he still writes to flertom and she sent him his neckwarmer, so that to me implies that they at least have a somewhat positive relationship?

its more ambiguous with meijack and puckpatti, but since meijack is also a picklock, i wouldn't be surprised if he taught her himself, considering how trades are often passed down through families, and because he talks about sending people to her if he dies.

also the way he talks about puckpatti is very like... it's obvious he wants her to take things more seriously, but he's accepting, and his tone here reads more fond to me than anything else.

like, he keeps his daughters' old toys under his desk? that doesn't scream 'deadbeat' at all, it screams 'empty nester' who doesn't know how to reach out or is scared to do so

EDIT: i know a lot of the 'deadbeat dad' stuff is jokes, but some people are Not joking and genuinely think chilchuck is a bad dad. this post is not saying that you cant joke about it; it is just outlining what canon shows regarding his (clearly positive) relationship with his kids.

[choccy-milky]

seb about to learn every language there is 📚📚

[soranker]

my girlfriend

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."