#i made dis myself :>

[smallfry372659]

@ask-bigman

I made dis 4 u do u like it

we're hangin out :D

#smallfry posting #i made dis myself :>

[pinkeos]

we all know jing yuan is immortal, he's lived for so long and remained as one of the key figures of the alliance. but with his long life span comes with memories that would sometimes grow hazy

however, aside from his old friends, there's one more person he'd never forget and would never allow to slip from his mind; you. his mortal lover who had passed away centuries ago

unlike him, you aged. and with age, comes with inevitable death. he could still remember how hesitant you were at first when he asked to be your lover, because you knew his life would last longer than yours, and he'd end up alone

you'd joke multiple times that he'd probably fall out of love when you start growing older, but he never did. he stayed by your side, held your hand as wrinkles slowly appeared on your skin. he still pressed kisses on your face, brushed your grey hair and reintroduced himself whenever you started forgetting who he was

he'd tell you stories of the years you spent together, all the heartwarming memories and even the disagreements you've been through. his heart still skipped a beat when your weak chuckle echoed in the bedroom, a bittersweet smile still plastered over his face when it was your turn to retell the memories you've shared

like he told you before, he still stayed by your side even when you breathed your last, his heart stabbed by a million daggers with how you tried so hard to remember him even before you left. whispering a declaration of love and his name as your eyes fluttered close

even after your death, he'd still keep you close to his heart. even death won't be able to keep you apart

he'd talk about you fondly to anyone who's willing to listen, a smile of adoration and longing very much visible on the general's lips. it doesn't matter how many years had passed, or will pass, it will always be you that occupied his heart while he waits until he reunites with you again

and by a twist of fate, his eyes met your familiar ones when his hologram came to meet the guests from the astral express

even in a different life, that smile and that presence, everything about you... it was still you

#honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail fanfic #x reader #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x reader fluff #jing yuan x reader angst #immortal x mortal makes me ill #“you're still as beautiful as the day i lost you” *dies on the spot* #like like like cryinggg #i should go back to writing fluff #i have a love hate relationship with angst #its 1am i should sleep #i made myself sad with this one imma go play genshin

[dozydawn]

WIM Arianne Caoili (1986-2020)

#made myself so sad reading about her. she died in a car wreck at 33... she was married to armenian grandmaster levon aronian. #she was runner up on australian dancing with the stars... #her husband moved on with a younger woman after only 5 months which really upset me. when i shouldn’t be surprised at that stuff #patton oswalt too i just... nvm let me be quiet & keep chess posting #chess #arianne caoili #1k

[daftpatience]

beeboo bedoo green so tasty

#psyching myself out from posting art that ive done like a fool #i made dis #megpoid gumi #vocaloid #thisll be a print later weee!

[mediumgayitalian]

In his head he is brave enough to say it: gods, you are beautiful in the moonlight. He is. He has made Nico weak in the knees since they were fifteen and new and fragile as spun glass, and he does now. In the moonlight his radiance is much subtler; he is opal and pearl and quartz, he is shining and multifaceted.

Instead he traces the bob of Will’s throat, his long, freckly neck, cratered with burn scars and cupped with a raised white scar from years of endless picking; follows the wild winding wisps of his hair, barely held back by his old sunglasses, compressed in coils around his head like a pen spring squished to the size of its threads, creaking with the weight of its own potential energy, brimming with the imagined burst of its future; memorizes the fluttering flap of his feathering eyelashes, the delicate dips of his deepened Cupid’s bow, the roughened raze of his wide rowdy hands. All of him is in motion, always, but now especially, hands twitching on the wheel, head thrown back, mouth wide and shaking along with his shoulders.

“I really like your laugh,” and it’s quick, vowels tumbling over each other and tripping the consonants, a queue of clumsy hopefuls scrambling over shoulders and clasping hands. The pretty laughter fades and arched eyebrows replace it, poorly hidden surprise, twitching smile lines, and Nico looks deliberately forward, mortification cackling along each of his wire-tense muscles, dancing along the shimmering heat of his face. “It’s. Wide.”

“Wide?” asks Will carefully, craning his neck to glance in his blind spot, whispering chuckles dancing along to the beat of the blinker.

“Wide,” Nico confirms, flicking out his hands. His fingers are not nearly as long, nor as wiry or corded, but the scarring is mirrored. Nicks and scratches and burn marks and calluses, topographic maps of time spent.

Will’s turn is successful — the strawberry baskets dip dangerously from their precarious perch on backseats, but don’t fall, shifting over and around each other to burst tiny globules of stretched taut flesh, rubbing against rough reed ribbons. Nico inhales deeply, and the sweet is almost nauseating, summer fruit twisting in the air along with lavender body wash and Blistex and Texas summer sun.

“You take up space.”

“My laugh?”

Laughter in his words in his hands in his skin, in his eyes, in the coils of his hair, in his grass-stained heels, in the bends of his scar-bleached knees. In the dancing dots of his face arms chest legs. In the dip of his bottom lip, crater under his too-big front teeth. In the jut of his crooked spine and wide hips.

“What about my laugh?”

It is in his words more often than not and in Nico’s dreams even more so. It curls around the blurry edges of his dreams and weaves into daisy-strong chains, dangling from the too-high ceilings of his nightmares, coiling around his arms and chest and back and yanking with the force of breaking ribs, the force of bellows, the force of clasped bloodless hands. Dragging him across trench gouged ground to bright light and clear air and the distant memory of summer rain.

“That you like, I mean.”

“It’s snorting,” Nico confesses. Will reddens, and Nico smiles, under the heat of it grows sunflower and dandelion and tinted brown-eyes Susans. “Um. Loud.”

“Geez,” Will grumbles, “tell a guy the truth, why don’t you.”

Nico has never seen gold under silver nightlight and it fascinates him, how Will sparks and shimmers, how when the sun sets it does not fade away. How the tiny specks of precious metal weave through him like tinsel and glow in veins of sweet summer memory; how the warm night billows and blows around him lovingly, how the breeze from the open window greets him like a precious grandchild, a beloved nephew. Seedchild; beloved of the earth and sun, performer under the moon, the stars.

Will’s wide hands inch across the dash, brushing over the ancient radio dials and dipping over the skipping cassette, pausing by the base of the gearshift and resting, limply, palm open, fingers cracked and spread. Knuckles popping and chittering amongst themselves, hiding in the bent hoods of wrinkled skin. Nico lowers his heavy hands on the heated hopeful hesitance, curling his cool fingers around much longer ones, and squeezing, once, twice, thrice.

“I like your laugh,” he repeats. He rolls his shoulders, hands flexing, twitching, pulling.

Will’s hand tightens. The road opens up and the Atlantic glimmers beside them, moon whispering to its rippling waves, and he smiles, grins, wider than before, and he is laughing, again, and it is wider even this time, as wide as the sparkling silver water.

“I hear you.”

He squeezes.

You are beautiful in the moonlight. You are beautiful all the time.

Nico squeezes back.

#this single-handedly made me believe in myself again like this is the best thing i’ve written in weeks #god i needed that so badly. #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #nico di angelo #will solace #nico di angelo & will solace #nico di angelo/will solace #nico/will #will/nico #pining nico di angelo #pining will solace #mutual pining #solangelo #fluff #my writing #100 ways #100 ways to say i love you #fic #longpost

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

steve dying in robins arms, comforting and consoling her with: “Hey, hey, it’s okay Bobs, I’ll be okay. Ed—Eddie’s here an—“ he cuts himself off with bloody cough and a rattling breathy laugh, looking over her shoulder. “Eddie’s here, Rob, says ‘I gotcha now, big boy.’. It’s okay, he’s got me, you can let me go. I love you, Robin, you can let me—“

and then he’s gone.

#fuck i almost made myself cry with this #steve harrington dies in the end #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #steddie #death cw #st #st s5 #stranger things #stranger things s5 #mine #1000 #platonic stobin #two otters holding hands fr

[xx-sketchy-xx]

Me and the bros

#Hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin #hazbin art #Lol #guys I literally cannot seem to finish anything #School just ended but the creeping feeling of always having assignments is still lingering xD #So I apologize for not really being here #lol #it’s obviously cause my stats all dropped like rocks #Dies * #Anyways #the moth dragon is my friend #And I made myself a funky deer thing #ITS NOT MY FAULT ALASTOR STOLE MY FAVORITE ANIMAL

[soulless-bex]

was listening to music while driving, as one does, when my brain, the silly little thing goes:

wouldn’t it be funny if dick grayson killed the joker (who stays dead because he deserves to be) for killing jason and goes through a whole breakdown over whether or not jason would approve of what he did, ultimately deciding that no, jason the happy robin would not be happy with his big brother, no matter how strained their relationship may have been before his death, killing a man out of revenge

cue jason as red hood, pre identify reveal, asking nightwing about what happened to the joker (because of course bruce had it covered up, because in his twisted little mind, a vigilante permanently taking out the mass murderer who is singlehandedly the number one cause of death in gotham would break the gothamites’ trust in them). nightwing admits, because since the joker is dead jason doesn’t have a reason to push the dramatics as much, he’s just fucking with the bats and keeping crime alley safe, and jason has his turn at a breakdown because he just found out someone actually avenged him

emotional reunion. everyone is happy. the end.

#yes it was If I Killed Someone For You by alec benjamin that brought this on #yes i almost made myself cry while i was DRIVING #yes i know it’s unsafe. no my brain doesn’t know that. obviously. #dc fanfiction #dc fanfic prompt #nightwing #dick grayson #jason todd #red hood #the joker dies. fuck him. #i should write that. try my hand at a little angst #but for now it will exist as this silly little prompt and make people suffer on tumblr #both from the story and from the fact that it doesn’t (as far as im aware) exist in fic format #fanfic prompt #music makes my brain go brrr #overactive imagination #its a problem at this point #but lets ignore that

[robntunney]

#alias #aliasedit #jack bristow #arvin sloane #ron rifkin #victor garber #userbbelcher #tvedit #alias: 3x02 #mediagifs #tvarchive #chewieblog #useroptional #i made dis #i couldn't help myself #this line was made for me #britt.gh

[pixlerelish]

Thrills by SRK.

#Bro really made a 30 year career about being bodied every day in every possible way #By far not a comprehensive list #just a fun little scavenger hunt for myself to pass the time #feel free to tag any other movie scenes #I'll see if I can collect more #Darr #Ram Jaane #Don #Don 2 #Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi #Chennai Express #Happy New Year #Pathaan #Jawan #Dunki #SRK #Shah Rukh Khan #Pix's pics

[regularlilhousewife]

#me gaslighting myself #it memes #it 2017 #it chapter two #eddie kaspbrak #sobbing #hardy har har #reddie memes #it 2019 #i made dis

[smallfry372659]

*gives you oversized dyanmo*

go, commit a crime

whroa

#smallfry posting #ask the 'fry #i made dis myself :>

[st4r-t3ars]

you can rest now, commander

#i am here but you are gone; i remeber you so you are eternal #commander fox #he needs a break #he needs a hug #my hyperfixations #don’t talk to me #i made myself sad #he dies so soon #star wars art #clone wars art #clone trooper art #clone troopers #clone troopers deserve better

[uncanny-tranny]

I think what might actually help the families of trans loved ones is to actually engage with where the trans person is at - especially if the family isn't quite understanding yet. When I came out, I was completely alone in figuring out my manhood. I had peers and I had exposed myself to so many trans people who explored gender, and while it was amazing, it isn't quite the same at times. I grieve quietly, sometimes, about all the missed opportunities that might have just made it easier for my family to have seen how utterly happy I was. It took them a very long time to actually notice that I was happy, especially once I got on testosterone. I'm lucky that they saw that happiness eventually, and slowly accepted it. My manhood is completely detached from their influence, both to my relief and chagrin. It's sad to me that I learned to shave from a kind online stranger, somebody who didn't even have a father and yet, I do. I have a father. I grieve at the loss of a potential shared experience. I grieve about the pain I went through when I was in that stage of transition, especially because it was raw and vulnerable. I grieve that many trans people today are traversing the path I had to, because it's sometimes lonely (even when you do have other forms of support).

It's hard to know that I will never have gotten my sense of being from my family. In many ways, it has severed a lot of connection with them because there were so many times that I was begging them to see happiness when they were focused on the idea that I was almost in a state of purgatory - flesh which felt warm but held no familiarity to them. I don't harbor ill-will toward them, I hope I don't leave the impression that I despise them. I understand what they felt, even if I can't conceptualize it myself. However, it's a raw wound in my heart, and I don't want to leave anybody else feeling that way, either.

#trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #ftm #mtf #nonbinary #ally advice #i'm thankful that my manhood is the way it is. but it was a painful journey to get here and i did it partially alone #i absolutely am grateful to have had my friends and the trans people who made themselves known though. i owe these people my life #i still think it's not unreasonable to have wished for my /family/ to have been part of that journey sooner especially when i was young #sometimes it seems like parents who believe their child has died after they express their transness make that a self-fulfilling prophecy... #...in that the parent often aloenates themself/themselves from their child in a variety of ways... #...i was alienated from my dad when he threatened my transition - it became a self-fulfilling prophecy in that i shut myself down... #...i retreated inward and in a way became a ghost - corporeal to the touch but a spirit who may not be seen... #...in many ways i felt in limbo between life and death. it was a cycle of purgatory #and that is something i think is best avoided. it's lonely and scary and it makes it hard to imagine a future #i need to emphasize that even though this was shitty i am still lucky in so many ways #i just faced a lot of undue shit even so - shit i don't think was conducive to a good environment or well-being

[astrum99]

I am. Contributing to the Gabriel in dresses collection. o7

Process vid under cut

#I am also contributing to my brain rot #ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #az doods #is this bad? who cares. shame and cringe have died. and I rise from their ashes. #I want Gabe in dresses and I made myself Gabe in dresses #really should be writing essays for my lectures next week but who’s counting #not god that’s for sure.

[thaliasthunder]

once nico and piper are oficially friends in tsats i'll be finally able to say he's the child of a divorce (jason & piper)

#if these two bitches barely even interact in tsats i'll end up like a fucking clown #ive made enough posts already of how delusional i am w their upcoming friendship i'll just stab myself if they dont end up being friends #*angrily taps the floor* #anyway u know those fans of harry styles and taylor swift that go around saying they're a child of a divorce? yeah nico will be like that #nico di angelo #piper mclean #jason grace #pjo #hoo #pjo/hoo #percy jackson #hazel levesque #frank zhang #leo valdez #rick riordan #riordanverse #tsats #the sun and the star #will solace #nico di angelo x will solace