#you're gonna need it

[biancadoes1]

Listen I would not be as worried about Jake if Nicola didn’t show up everywhere with him, giving he’s my boyfriend vibe. Hand holding, looking at him adoringly(festival pics) it’s just Mainly him she’s doing this with it’s just unsettling.

She's deleting tags left and right. Half the time we've seen them they've been feet apart. He looks damn near miserable holding her hand and she looks like she'd rather take off in the other direction.

This doesn't give boyfriend vibes but if it does to you............👀

[morningstargirl666]

THE RE-WRITE IS HERE!!!

Y'ALL, ARE YOU READY FOR THIS FREAKIN' RE-WRITE!?!

Because let me tell you, I'm so excited for y'all to see it. Apologies if I caused any confusion over the last two days - I grossly underestimated how long this update will take to upload. The old TBBW chapters are all here in Running With Wolves, so don't worry, that version of the fic is safe, if you forgot to download it. You can start at chapter 8 of RWW and follow the whole fic through to the end, it's all in order, there to read at your leisure; I transferred it all. That was what I was doing Monday night (it took so bloody long I nearly died inside guys help).

So here's what happening now: I haven't finished the rewrite yet. I recently got a new job at the end of january and now I'm working full-time, so I don't have as much time to write as I used to. There's only a few chapters left to finish, but knowing how long they can turn out, it might not be till March or even April before I finish them. So I thought fuck it, let's upload what I've got for the rewrite so far instead.

I always intended uploading it as one big chunk (so you can all binge it to your heart's content) but last night just posting 5 chapters took SO LONG to do - I have to format it right, proof read, make any last edits etc, and that's for every chapter. So yeah we ain't doing it all in one go. This week, you'll be getting the first 21 chapters of the rewrite, updated sporadically throughout the week. I'll try to get chapters 21-36 ready to post for the end of February, and they'll be posted in the span of a week again. Then I'll wait till chapters 36-49 are completed (again, could take another month or so) before uploading them daily until we're all caught up. Make sense?

For those of you who are new to reading TBBW and weren't here when the old version of the fic was posted, you stumbled across this fic at just the right time! You're getting regular updates for the next month or so! Isn't that amazing?

For those who have been with me since the start... let me guess? Wondering whether you should read the rewrite or not? Or just want more info on the re-write itself? No problem! This following summary in RWW will give you all the details you need.

[eidolons-stuff]

Xavier: "I don't think it's a good idea to crash their date. Especially with Wednesday being there"

Ajax: "I don't care. I need to ask Enid!"

*Ajax takes off & Xavier follows to hopefully prevent a murder*

[most-fuck-able-ff14]

MOST FUCKABLE FF14 MAN ROUND 3

[hkthatgffan]

Canadians may like to joke about the current political situation in the US, but let's be real, if a civil war were to break out, Canada would very much feel the repercussions of it (for starters, the American-Canadian border would be an absolute nightmare).

True, lol. Though I think if America fell into a civil war, I'd be more worried about stuff like all the nukes you guys got falling in the wrong hands or being left unmaintained.

There was this show called Life After People that aired years ago that showed how if left unmaintained, nuclear power plants in the US would meltdown and cause disasters that would make Chernobyl look like fart after eating a bean burrito.

So, in a way, all it would take in a US civil war is one nuclear plant to go boom, and then Civil War 3 will be fought with sticks by radioactive Americans.

No one pitch that idea to Netflix, I'm gonna make bank on it, lmao!

[bluesgras]

@elliwoods the horse.

[the-burgundy-on-my-shirt]

That anon getting stressed about Nick was soooo obviously that Nickbosasstuff blog. Like beyond obvious it’s embarrassing 😂

it's wild to me that I really inspired other blogs on here....... glad my 2 year psychosis wasn't for nothing 😂

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[antimony-ore]

It's the shit that's like

"get angry, I said so 😡"

then gives no call to action, that I can't stand, and that's the majority of what you guys are sharing right now.

[desthen]

I have reviewed the yearly expense report and the good news is we will no longer be running at a deficit like years prior. The bad news is that any savings will be contingent on me getting a part time job on top of my full time one. So. This is gonna suck

[itsbrucey]

Big fan of sun motifs in characters not necessarily being about positivity and happiness and how they're so " bright and warm" but instead being about fucking brutal they are.

Radiant. A FORCE of nature that will turn you to ash. That warmth that burns so hot it feels like ice. Piercing yellow and red and white. A character being a Sun because you cannot challenge a Sun without burning alive or taking everything down with them if victorious.

[egophiliac]

GET LOVED, IDIOT

GET LOVED SO HARD YOUR KIDS HOLD HANDS AND POWER-OF-LOVE YOU BACK TO LIFE

sorry guys, this is just my brain now. this is going to be the only thing I think about for the next week at least.

oh and also this

FIVE YEARS IN AND IT'S FINALLY CANON 🎉🎉🎉

WE DID IT

[lil-lemon-snails]

sometimes you just need to hear it v some stills below the cut v

[the-devil-less-known]

He can see that brain churning, though no answers are offered to him, Alastor was listening and aware, just distracted. By what, Lucifer cannot imagine beyond what his anxious mind might try and suggest to him. Logically, logically, he tells himself that it might not have anything to do with his actions in particular. Whatever the epiphany being experienced here, the timing was likely simply unfortunate.

It didn't mean he had to like sitting in suspense. Nor did it reassure him, since it was not something Alastor was seeing fit to share, just stare at him and study Lucifer's face like it held answers to questions unspoken.

There's too many conflicting twists and micro expressions flicking across Alastor's face to even surmise if it was something good or bad occurring to him. Yes, Lucifer might have improved at interpreting different angles and tones to his smiles, to how his eyes might look or his brow might pinch together, to pair with his ears and how they would signal his attention or interest. How his body language would scream in how still or stiff it was to confess to his repression of strong reactions or shock.

But Alastor Hartfelt didn't wear his heart on a sleeve, and Lucifer wasn't a mind reader.

The best he could discern now, in this frozen-focused state, was that Alastor was on the cusp of deciding on what he felt about something new. Something that was both invigorating and overwhelming, too much, even as he gluts himself on more.

Maybe... He was enjoying their game, but wasn't sure how to continue? Perhaps it was the ears? There was a possibility that they had only now been truly noticed and he was trying to decide how to feel about them. It would match the timing, and how the fallen was being stared at, examining like some fresh painting in a museum. Like Alastor can't get in enough air after the wind's knocked out from him, in a way that likely had little to do about the suplex. The reaction was different.

When the other man gets up some, Lucifer rolls back to sit in his lap and leans forward to bump their foreheads together in the manner he knows Alastor's partial to, nuzzling him sweetly. One part to appease, two more to seek comfort himself in the warmth of the sinner's skin, the proximity to pick up his musky woodsy scent. Security. Protection. Things the devil should not arguably need but craves endlessly from this man, hands instinctually gasping at his shirt to fist into. Clinging, always.

A soft sound escapes without his input, quiet, anxious, leaning into the hand he's given; yes, Lucifer knows that same hopeful feeling. Bittersweet. Consuming. So happy, so full, that you're afraid, stomach twisting in knots at the thought of it being taken from you. A little whisper of something possessive, something dark and zealous, not wanting to let go or let anyone else too near in that fear. Or the spell being lifted and the other seeing the ugly mass within, and wising up to the threat, the risk, there of something broken trying to chain them down out of some selfish craving for the salvation they bring.

That need to do whatever's possible to keep it.

So, when Lucifer is kissed like that, he offers no resistance, opening his mouth to grant Alastor entrance and accepting everything he's given with equal fervor, seeking some solace in the hunger felt. Take it, take everything from him, if only that you would stay, and linger, and find him pleasing. Even when he must break away to breathe, sharing breaths with Alastor as they pant for air, Lucifer nudges to close the distance, nuzzling and quietly, quietly whimpering as he seeks for more kisses.

There is relief, relief at being desired and pulled in close, instead of pushed away or left to pick himself up to leave — but he does not enjoy the cryptic silence and abrupt shift. He cannot help but think it a tease in some way, some retort for all of his teasing in bed prior, so takes his payment. A hand grips an antler and uses it to hold Alastor in place, pulling him in to bite his lip and capture his mouth for yet more kisses.

If the man wanted to be so silent, at least now he has the excuse of his words being swallowed.

He is lost for a few moments more - aware that Lucifer seems to be trying to get his attention and to ensure that he is okay, but his first instinct is to acknowledge that perhaps he is not okay. His chest is twisting and his stomach is roiling with what he can only fathom is nervous energy. And what for? Why this fresh, new, somewhat elating anxiety that settles deep within his gut and forces him to feel positively light-headed? Why can he not look away? Why does he feel as though the entirety of his vision now has been eclipsed by the devil sitting atop him?

Perhaps the conclusion is that it has.

Alastor sees nothing else in that moment. Not the bendy branches of the willows overhead, not the subtle, bare glow of firefly that lingers in the air, not the reeds, not the expanse of blue pseudo-sky -

His whole world. His whole view. His everything in that moment is - and can only ever be -

The Morningstar.

Instead of answering outright, Alastor uses his elbows to sit himself up just a bit. As though to get a better look at the way the other's face tenses with worry; with concern. For what. The radio demon's well being? Nonsense. Ridiculous. He is fine. More than fine. He feels positively ill and it has never felt better. He feels as though his heart is going to leap up into his throat and his head is filling with cotton and he very possibly will even go blind from the brilliance of the creature before him. And he is fixated on those eyes - on that perfect, pristine flesh. On that marvelous golden hair.

Embarrassed? Absolutely not. Never. Not a once.

But if he doesn't act on this, he will be.

And so without much build up to the act, his hand reaches up to press against Lucifer's cheek, before leaning in to catch his mouth in a bold, purposeful, urgent kiss that he hopes will steal the very breath from those lungs and force the other to feel precisely what Alastor is feeling in this moment, eyes sliding shut as their lips collide and he holds fast to the face against his palm.

Never say sorry.

Lucifer is nothing short of exceptional.

[forgettable-au]

PROLOGUE

FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 1-9)

AND SO IT BEGINS!

[CONTINUE] [MASTERPOST]

[xitsensunmoon]

Sometimes you can find comfort in someone you'd expect the least