#y’all aren’t ready for this

[m00ny-0]

💫 Sirius Black 💫

[cyncerity]

hey who’s ready for an angsty Dads Troubles au post??

I’ve been thinking about their relationship too much and now y’all have to deal with angst

[euphorial-docx]

@anouri and i both making jegulus bones & all au’s

[maxanite]

I just saw the most puritan dogshit take on tik tok I’ve ever seen

[jibberjibbsart]

Supernatural “Power Hour” Part 10

Something strange this way comes…

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[thefemaleterrorist]

the way people talk about femininity and girlhood like its some resource that can be distributed to people is so funny. honestly i don’t give a fuck about femininity, but you have no clue what girlhood and womanhood entails.

[autumnblooms]

A pencil sketch for something @mac-and-thefox and I are cooking up 👀

[barb-depression-arc]

Hi im alive ✌️

[stealingyourbones]

For the sake of the crowd...care if I expose them to the crossover of Martian Manhunter, cool dude, and the famous novel, The Martian? 👽

-Faer 🧡

Oh my god bro abso fucking lutely full send. Full permission to share anything and everything I spammed you in DMs I cannot WAIT to see what people think of it

[a-poet-young-and-hungry]

tumblr i need you to brace yourselves for All Of Us Strangers. this movie is going to be in every web weaving post once it’s widely available. it’s quite possibly the best movie i’ve ever seen in my life. do not read anything about it before seeing it. go in as blind as possible. i’ve never cried harder than i did in this movie. it’s pure art. get ready.

[glendover]

ITS NOW TRULY A WRAP!!! TRC SUMMER YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS TO ME!!!!

[feyrescourt]

Sjm posting guilty as sin on her story, and thanking Taylor for “this incredible and special gift” was the moment I knew it was over for the g/wynriels and e/uciens. Then articles upon articles kept coming out and alluding that acotar 6 would be following elain and az. And Finally, the fated mates quiz; who was in the quiz, and specific answers leading towards specific results…..

And just to make it even sweeter, you’ve got her comment section flooded with elriel love and “I had to google who g/wyn is bc I forgot her” from the casuals.

They are taking a beating at every turn and, I’m sorry, but it’s so fucking funny. I’m a “I told you so” ass bitch, so I am relishing in this moment.

Elriel sisters/brothers/siblings, our wait is almost over.

[amethyst-crowns]

my art for trouble’s always gonna find you, baby (but so am i) by @strangersatellites | for the @steddiebang

Chapter 2 is up now!!

[frudoo]

Birthmark

The thought.

Dark!Gaz.

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, mentions of alcohol, manipulation, brief smut.

MDNI

“How long?”

Maybe it was too good to be true. Wasn’t that always the case? He was almost too sweet, practically worshiping the very ground you walk on. You didn’t miss the signs—the coming home late, the smell of unfamiliar perfume, hickeys he swore that you left on him—but the fucker had a way of easing your pretty little mind, making you think that it was all in your head. He almost had you fooled, but tonight, after a few too many glasses of scotch, his drunken state made him admit to everything.

“Bon’, ah swear, ah ne’er meant tae-” Johnny begins, outstretched hands reaching out to grab your forearms, hot tears streaming down his beet-red face.

“How. Long?” You grit your teeth, shutting your eyes to avoid glaring daggers into the one person you thought would never hurt you.

“Only once, bon’, ah swear it,” his voice trembles, fingertips digging into the flesh of your arms as he pulls you closer.

You already knew about the affair, but the confession that fell from his lips made your heart drop from your stomach to your fucking toes.

“Do you love her?”

“Nae. God, nae. Could ne’er.”

When you finally make eye contact again, you nearly crumble, those cerulean eyes you fell in love with all glossy with tears and full of remorse—but how were you to know that it wasn’t all a ploy? Liars make phenomenal actors. He had you fooled for weeks.

Still, you move to the edge of your chair and cup his pretty face in your hands. All you can do is look down at him for a while, remember all the times he promised that you were the only woman for him, the only one he could ever love, the only one who could make him feel as good as you could. All lies that you were so eager to believe because surely your Johnny would never betray you like this. Ignorant bliss.

“Bon’, please, ah love ye more than anythin’. Lemme make it up t’ye, please,” Johnny begs, leaning into the gentleness of your touch, taking advantage of your love like he always does.

If it means those pitiful tears will stop, you’ll do anything. So you let him lead you up the stairs, let him lay you on the bed, let him eat you out and make you come the way he does best. You spread your legs for him and let him make love to you, let him kiss you with that mouth that fed you all those delicious fibs. The mouth that kissed another woman, that made her writhe in pleasure. The mouth that could turn honey into the sweetest, most addictive mead.

You let Johnny fuck himself stupid, even let him cum inside you for what he doesn’t know is the last time. He peppers your face with sloppy kisses that you can only assume are hollow, full of deceit. He passes out next to you and you watch his chest rise and fall with each deep breath, sleeping so peacefully you’d never guess he’d just admitted to breaking your heart, your trust, his vows. It’s a good thing you don’t have to guess on what you already know to be fact.

More for yourself than for him, you plant one final, soft kiss to his rosy lips, taking comfort in the fact that he’ll never get the satisfaction of knowing that it would be the last. You climb out of bed and slip off your wedding ring, leaving it right in the middle of his nightstand for him to see first thing in the morning. You clean yourself up with Johnny’s discarded shirt and toss it back on the floor, leaving it stained and ruined with the last of your shared fluids, a reminder of everything he threw away.

You pull on a pair of shorts as well as a comfy sweatshirt, then stuff a small bag to the brim with your favorite clothes and shoes. You try to avoid anything sentimental that reminds you of Johnny—the dress he bought you on your second wedding anniversary, the wooden box full of jewelry he would bring back from all the countries he went to. They hold too many fond memories that you’re sure would take you right back to him if you dwell on it long enough. The only way to move on is to leave it all behind.

So you do. You pack up your car and drive the streets aimlessly, fighting back stinging tears to keep your eyes focused on the road. Every song that comes on the radio reminds you of the man that was supposed to be yours and yours alone, so you settle for turning it off altogether and listening to the raindrops plummeting against your windshield. Fitting, isn’t it, for there to be a raging thunderstorm on the worst night of your life? Looming, dark and ugly, like the nasty secret Johnny kept from you.

You debate on finding a hotel to stay at, but that would mean having to spend Johnny’s money and you didn’t want to do that. Fuck, you’re dreading going through with everything—hiring a divorce lawyer and going to court, separating your bank account from his, finding a job and a new place to live—it’s all too much to handle. Too much to even think about right now. This is your worst nightmare, right here in front of you, with sharp claws and glowing red eyes, grabbing you by the scruff of your neck and swallowing you whole.

Part of you wants to turn around and welcome Johnny back into your heart with open arms, but you’re not so sure that any words or acts he can muster up are enough to mend the shattered pieces that become you. Broken can’t fix broken—you know that all too well, learned it when Johnny confided in you about what he does for a living. You should have known this would all end in heartbreak.

That doesn’t stop you from driving down an all-too familiar road, past the evergreens and into a rural heaven that contains your best friend—damn the fact that he’s Johnny’s mate, too. You need comfort from a trusted person, and who better than the one who was the first to let you know about Johnny’s infidelity?

As you knock on the wooden door to Kyle’s house with your bag in hand, the smiling man seems all too happy to invite you in.

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[lexithwrites]

Looking at all my writing ideas: Ah, perfect

Thinking of a new one: better.

[guttercoop]