#i'll always be grateful for all it's helped me through and how much it impacted my perception of storytelling and art

[eisenbrave]

this is the ballad that i wove with you - a ballad to hope!

#bravely default #agnès oblige #tiz arrior #ringabel #edea lee #airy #happy anniversary to one of my favourite games!! #i'll always be grateful for all it's helped me through and how much it impacted my perception of storytelling and art #i hope we get to visit luxendarc again someday!

[fuumoksun]

"To the dephts of your heart"

♡ content / warning : jealousy

♡ part of my "To the dephts of your heart" [fanfiction drafts]

♡ Interactive fanfiction : poll at the end

As a representative from the Akademya working on negotiations between the nations of Fontaine and Sumeru, flirting with the Duke of the Meropide Forteress had been a thrilling distraction. The playful banter provided a much-needed break from the weight of your shared duties until a certain Scribe confessed his feelings for you...

"I understand if you need some space to think things through. Even though I tend to be persistent, I'll always respect your decision, no matter what it is."

Al Haitham's words left you in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Surprise mingled with disbelief as you processed the unexpected turn of events. After years of working around him you knew how cautious he was and he certainly didn't take the maters of love lightly.

Al Haitham had earned your utmost respect, particularly after the Sumeru crisis. The Scribe had left a lasting impact on you, and considering he had visited your dreams more than once, you couldn't deny that you cared about him.

On the other hand, within a few months, Wriothesley had managed to burrow deep into your thoughts, his presence becoming a constant, compelling force within your mind.

"Is this love... or?" You didn't knew what word to put on it anymore.

[...]

Love triangles are just a bunch of book fantasies... Or so you tried to convince yourself as you found yourself seated at a fancy terrace in Fontaine. On your left sat AlHaitham, while Wriothesley occupied the spot on your right.

The arrival of the waiter, bearing your coffee, offered a brief respite from the discomfort. Grateful for the interruption, you thanked him quietly.

The tension in the air was palpable. As the awkward silence stretched on, you couldn't help but mutter to yourself,

"No way... This can't be happening."

"Sugar, honney?" The Duke's voice was almost a whisper, catching you off guard.

"W-what?" You blinked, unsure of what he was getting at, your eyes catching a flicker of a frown on Al Haitham's face.

"Do you..."the Duke asked again, "... prefer sugar or honey in your coffee today?" he punctuated his question with a charming smile, leaning towards you to open the porcelain sugar holder.

Realization dawned, and you flushed with embarrassment, desperately wishing for the traveler to come back so you'd be out of this torture.

"Oh, uh... yeah. S-sugar is fine," you mumbled, turning your face away, as his knee brushed yours under the table. Usually you wouldn't mind his playful gestures and you couldn't blame him for acting like he always had around you, since he didn't know about last night's confession.

Al Haitham glanced up from his book, his gaze cool and collected. "I'm afraid, I have nothing interesting to share right now."

A moment passed before, Al Haitham pulled a book from his pocket, making it abundantly clear that he had no intention of engaging in conversation with either of you.

Wriothesley's eyes shifted back and forth between you and the tall man behind the book, a silent challenge brewing in the air.

He couldn't resist the opportunity to provoke a reaction just to make sure his intuition was right. "Ah, retreating into literature again ? I was looking forward to have some time with you... both."

A smirk tugged at Wriothesley's lips as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Really? Then tell me more about yourself... I must admit, I'm quite curious since Y/n speaks so highly of you... "

Al Haitham turned a page not sparring his rival a glance, "Well that will give you something to investigate about during your free time." His eyes locked into mine for a second, "It seems you have plenty after all."

"Nevermind then. Digging into peoples lives for personnal interrest is not really my thing..."

If you had any doubts about how much Al Haitham knew about your flirtations with the Duke, they vanished in that moment. It was clear he confessed even thought he knew you spent the last nights at the Forteress.

Accross the table, Wriothesley had the answer he wanted. He sipped his tea, with a bitter sweet satisfaction, retreating into his own thoughts.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, a feeling of guilt bubbling in your stomach.

[...]

"Al Haitham! Wriothesley! Y/n! We're back!" Paimon's voice reverberated, dispelling your cloud of negative thoughts.

Without another word exchanged the three of you parted ways returning to your duties for the rest of the day.

It was now, you against your thoughts and what seemed to be an impossible decision...

2024 © fuumoksun Do not, copy , translate, plagiarize or post on other plateforms. Thank you.

#genshin impact #fanfiction #genshin impact fanfiction #fanfic #imagine #gi #x reader #x y/n #gender neutral #gn reader #x gn reader #al haitham #wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #angst #jealousy #love triangle #choices #poll #tumblr poll #fanfiction polls #genshin impact poll #al haitham x reader #romance #genshin x reader #genshin imagines

[photogirl894]

I know I've shared before a bit of what The Bad Batch has meant to me, but I just feel that I have so much more I want to say. Though, in all honesty, I don't think I'll ever be able to put into words exactly how much it means to me, but I'll certainly endeavor to do my best 😊

Having grown up with Clone Wars and just being a lifelong Star Wars fan in general, I was excited when the Bad Batch show was announced. Another Star Wars animated show?? Hell yeah!! I was so down for it. I remember going to my parents place to watch it with my family and my friends...and I fell in love SO fast! I remember thinking the Bad Batch were cool in their CW season 7 arc, but that was about it. Something about them in "Aftermath" changed my view of them and having Omega show up, too, made it even better. Then episode 2 came out later that week and I knew I was hooked right as the episode ended.

I had no idea just how much this show would consume my life 😅

I hadn't been so obsessed with a fandom since The Hobbit movies. That fandom was what introduced me to writing fanfiction and to Tumblr. Then Bad Batch was what made me go back to Tumblr and to fanfiction, as well. It made me start writing for the world of Star Wars, a world I didn't think I would ever be able to write for. I came back to Tumblr after a few years cuz once I found myself going so crazy for this show, I knew Tumblr was the right place to find other people just as crazy about it, just like I'd been able to do for the Hobbit.

And boy, was I right!!

I have found almost more people who loved Bad Batch as much as me than I did in my Hobbit days. Every single person I've talked to and interacted with have impacted my life in so many ways. I even had the special privilege of meeting a couple people in person, as well, which were wonderful experiences! I've spent many hours on discord calls either just one on one with certain people or in severs with big groups of people, playing games, chatting and just having a grand time. I've made some of the greatest friends I've ever had here and it's all thanks to the Bad Batch! I would name each person here, but I don't want to accidentally leave anyone out because there are just so many I'd want to mention, but you all know who you are! 💜💜 I mean it when I say I love all of you, every person I've ever interacted with! You all are truly amazing and I seriously hope I'll get to meet more of you in person in the future 💜

Being back on Tumblr also came with its fair share of drama over the past couple years, but if anything, all that made me stronger, more resilient and it also showed me who my true friends are. I'm grateful for those who stood beside me in those times.

Many of you have been there for me through other hard times in my life, when I had awful drama at work or financial troubles or just bad days in general. A lot of you let me vent so many times and offered me kindness, help and advice, which have meant the world to me. Some of you have even supported mine and my friends' Twitch and YouTube channels and have watched our Star Wars D&D streams or our charity streams, which also means so much to me and I can't thank those of you have supported us enough!

I've learned a lot from the Bad Batch over the years, as well.

Hunter taught me to never give up on your family and to fight for what you think is right.

Crosshair taught me to stick to your beliefs and that it's always possible to change.

Echo taught me to always be loyal to your friends and that you can grow beyond your trauma.

Tech taught me to always be who you are, no matter what everyone thinks, and to treasure your knowledge of things.

Wrecker taught me that it's okay to still have a playful side and to never be afraid of sharing what you love with people.

Omega taught me that compassion is not a weakness, but a strength and you're never too small or too young to make a difference.

So much of my life has changed in just 3 years because of this group of ragtag Clones and their exciting adventures in a galaxy far, far away. Even now, I don't think I've said everything I want to say...but I know I've said just enough.

Now, the show is coming to an end...and I'm feeling the same sadness I did when I knew the last Hobbit movie was coming out. Because that means the thing that has given me something to look forward to for so long is ending. I've become so emotionally invested in these characters and stories and I feel like I'm saying goodbye to loved ones. I legit don't know what I'm gonna do for a while.

One thing I do know I AM gonna do is I'm not going anywhere in the fandom. Space Mama will be around for a long time to come 😊💜 I've got fics to write and friendships to maintain!

All that's left to say is thank you. Thank you to every single person who have come into my life and will continue to be a part of it. Thank you to Dave Filoni (who I know, at least, started the show and brought the Bad Batch into Clone Wars) Jennifer Corbett, Brad Rau, the Kiner's, Joel Aron and, of course, Michelle Ang and Dee Bradley Baker for bringing this fantastic show to life.

In the words of Hunter: "Change takes getting used to. You'll see. Just give it time." Words we're all going to have to live by.

But also, in his words: "If this is where you want to be, then this is where you'll stay."

This is where I want to be...and this is where I'll stay 💜💜

May the Force be with us all...always 💜

#star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #bad batch hunter #bad batch crosshair #bad batch echo #bad batch wrecker #bad batch tech

[edenfenixblogs]

Love you all (personal)

Leaving my phone in another room for awhile. I'm not ignoring any of you, and I have seen and will respond to all your EXTREMELY KIND messages, even if it takes awhile.

I was attempting to take a break from all this over the course of the week, because I felt myself growing weary and needed a recharge. Then my ceiling collapsed in heavy rain and I had to turn off my "Work Hours Focus" setting on my phone. It was supposed to silence all notifications and alerts from non-work and non-family phone numbers and block all non-work apps.

LOL...not really possible to have that setting on when coordinating with a bunch HVAC/Roofer dudes I've never met before.

But still. Jewish law commands us to find joy somewhere even when we're miserable. And while I know that is a sentiment that does not work for a lot of people, it has always been helpful to me.

So, despite all this, I am grateful for the shift in my plans this week for several reasons.

I'm grateful we were able to band together to help @rabid-catboy with an actual urgent issue. It feels very good to do something that you know helps someone. If my phone was in work mode I never would have seen this message in time to do anything about it. I had a similar experience in high school and I still think about it often. I get upset at how much was being asked of me and how much I was expected to know so that I could educate my peers and educators to do better. I didn't have the words to describe why something was so upsetting to me and why I know that it was wrong. Years later, I found the words and was so angry that I was expected to have them even when I was a child. It's an unfair burden, and I'll always be grateful that, even though I didn't find the words in time, I could help someone else find their words.

I am glad to have seen how active allies have been over the past week. I'm pretty emotionally drained by this all the time, so I may not say it as clearly or as often as I should, butt you give me hope. I am not used to relying on other or sharing my grief. It's actually a big problem. I don't tell people when I'm upset, because I'm afraid to inconvenience people or seem dramatic. that's part of the reason I struggled through undiagnosed PTSD for 13 years before reaching out for help. With the help of my BFF and my therapist, I chose to start being more open about my emotions with people. It's been a mixed bag. The people I knew would be here for me have continued to be here for me, thank goodness! But all (except 1) of the people I THOUGHT I could trust have simply stopped interacting with me at all. And I'm a lot less pushy/aggressive/vocal about all his suff IRL than I am when I have time to compose my thoughts and answer questions on here. It's been cataclysmic and devastating. To see so many people I've never met IRL not only lend emotional support to me personally but also provide emotional and temporal labor into fighting antisemitism and supporting Jews more broadly has gone a long way to restoring the faith in humanity that this conflict is trying to erode within me. I know I'm not he only Jew who feels this way right now. Please never underestimate the impact you have just by visibly existing in this space with us.

It's been nice being able to channel my anxiety about my ceiling into something productive.

Reminder: I love you all. Sorry for delayed replies. I'll be back. <3

#an eden original

[theshylittleelfgirl]

You Are Enough

Just a warning for anyone who reads this.

Focuses on depression,anxieties, and self-hatred.

Also, please listen to this song💖

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

You sat on the dock, overlooking the lake out back of your home.

You hugged your knees to your chest, resting your chin on top of them, your tired and tearful eyes taking in the beauty of the ripples in the water, the sun making the water look like shimmering gold.

You hated feeling like this, like you were just some disposable piece of waste.

You often wondered if this is what you deserved?

You wanted to ask the people who treated you like this, Why? What could you have done to them that made them treat you so lowly?

Hot tears ran down your cheeks.

You closed your eyes as your body began to shake, and you hugged your legs tighter to your body.

Your breathing became uneven. It felt like there was a boulder sitting on your chest, as you were losing yourself to your sorrow, you didn't hear the soft footsteps approaching or felt the presence sitting next to you on the dock, until you felt a warm muscled arm wrap around your shoulders pulling you close, your body tensed but instantly relaxed when you recognized the familiar comforting scent of cedar and fig.

"You don't have to tell me what's wrong at this moment or at all, but I'm here for you." He said in a comforting tone.

He then brought you onto his lap and held you tightly in his lap, rocking your back and forth.

Your eyes fill with tears once again, and you buried your face against his chest.

"I don't want to feel like this anymore... I hate this feeling of never being enough. It hurts so much, kyojuro, i don't know how to help whatever it is inside me. It feels like a thorn.."  You sobbed as your body began shaking.

He held you closer to him, and he cuddled his forehead against your temple.

"The only one that can heal you is yourself, but that doesn't mean you can't reach out for guidance, you know I'll always be here for you." He said in a soothing tone as he rubbed your back and he cupped the side of your face, turning your head towards him, he gave you a comforting smile."I hope you know that, You Are Not Worthless, And you are not something to be tossed aside."He ran his calloused thumb over your cheek as he pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes closing for a second and then reopening them to look into yours."Just you being here makes people so happy, You being alive makes people happy, you have impacted so many lives touched so many hearts by your bravery and kindness, just by being unapologetically, you, to continue even when it hurts to." He said with a loving smile, he then pulled his head back slightly to look at your face he wipes away the tears that fall down your cheeks."It will get better in time, i know you can do this, I believe in you." He said as he hugged you to him tightly.

You felt like a weight had been lifted off of your chest. You were so grateful to have someone so wonderful like him in your life. You snuggled your face into the crook of his neck.

"Thank you for being here for me. It means so much to me.." You said softly, feeling warmer and comforted in his loving warm embrace.

He smiled down at you with a sweet smile and went back to rocking you back forth slowly."Of course, like i said, I'll always be here for you, my flame, till the end of time." He said in a warm tone as he rubbed your back in comforting circles.

You two sat on the dock watching the sun set, as it lowers behind the mountains, the fire flies dancing above the water in a green and golden sparkling glow as the summer wind gently flowed through the trees making the leaves rustle.

@boba-tea-addict-1004

#demon slayer #rengoku kyojuro #kimetsu no yaiba #rengoku kyojuro x reader #kyojuro x reader #x reader comfort #comfort character #Youtube

[collectmytears]

A LETTER FROM DANIEL

via the mclaren racing website

Dear Papaya Army,

Firstly, I want to start by saying thank you. Joining McLaren was a big deal for me, a team rich in history with a fantastic fanbase, and you embraced me from day one. Signing on the dotted line for this team and climbing into the car for the first time were proud moments, and I'll always carry that with me.

I also want to thank you because above anything I'm a sports fan, and I know how it feels to ride with someone through adversity and struggle. I know what it is like to support and cheer for someone when it isn't going well, it ruins your Sunday. Through all of that, I've still felt an overwhelming amount of support from you all. You've remained super loyal, and I want to say thank you for that. It would have been easy to jump off the bandwagon, but you've been pretty much unconditional all year. Don't ever underestimate the impact of your support, I certainly haven’t ever taken it for granted.

We'll always have Monza. The win in Monza was a fairy tale, but what's so great about that day is that it wasn't a selfish fairy tale, it wasn't just me, it was the whole team, with Lando getting second and us having the fastest pit-stop. It was the perfect weekend, and that made up for a lot of the more difficult ones because we were rewarded with the highest of highs.

Off the track, it's been a lot of fun and I want to say thank you to the team. When you've been racing with a team, you're connected for life. Sure, you switch teams, you move on, you change, but those connections you make are forever, whether it be with the mechanics, the engineers or any other team members I've worked with. These people have poured everything in over this two-year period, and I won't ever lose the connections I've made here. There is a part of McLaren that I'll always hold close to me. Even with the results this year, we lay that to rest, it is what is, and we move forward. The personal side is that I have a lot of fond memories at McLaren.

I've really enjoyed my time with Lando, not only as teammates but as people and friends, we've had some great times together, and that friendship has blossomed. There's been a lot of great moments between us both on and off camera, and I'm sure you'll all have your own favourite. It started with us banging some drums together and making terrible music, and along the way, we've stuck some rubbish tattoos on each other and were let loose with space hoppers, although Lando might not have loved that so much!! We've had a lot of laughs, we've driven some fast and exciting road cars together and giggled our way through it all.

Finally, I am excited for the future because I feel like I have dealt with the highs and lows from my time here and come out of it. On a personal level, it has not been 'all good, all ways', it has tested my resilience, but I have gotten through it, and now I'm excited to see how I take on challenges moving forwards. All of the tests that I have encountered here and everything that I've learned will only help me.

As much as I'd have loved to have won every race, I am grateful for these experiences. My journey with McLaren may be coming to end, but we’re connected for life now.

Alrighty, back to racing. Time for one last ride, let's do everything we can to finish on a high.

No regrets, just memories.

Daniel.

#cheers dan #daniel ricciardo #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #formula1 #abu dhabi gp 2022

[cordeliawhohung]

core i dont think i ever mentioned this but i know someone that went through something similar to spook in soft spot. i recommended the series to them and they loved it so much!!! they cried happy tears because apparently you captured spooks emotions so well that they resonate with it on some level. anyways love u

okay so reading this made me want to CRY.

but like, i love love love hearing about stuff like this? like the amount of people who have commented saying that soft spot has comforted them in some way as survivors of sa or domestic violence just brings me an odd sense of joy? like being able to write about stuff like this and give hope to people? like i've literally had some people say that they've been scared of getting close or being intimate with people due to past experiences but after reading a certain part or line or chapter said that they were given hope that they'll be able to get better one day just- like i don't even know how to explain it? how oddly happy that makes me feel? how infinitely glad and humble i feel to be able to help someone see value in themselves after it was taken from them?

okay this is turning to be really long so i'm putting this under a cut and it's super tmi and rambly and spoilers for soft spot if you haven't read it but this just sparked something in me:

when i first wrote blood soaked cotton, the first part to soft spot, it was for entirely selfish reasons. and the rest of the story since has been selfish and very self inserty, and just a blatant comfort fic for myself. it's why the chapters are so wordy about the emotions. i was never able to really process a lot of shit that happened to me, and so soft spot has been my outlet for that honestly. every antagonizer we see in the story is based off of someone i know irl who's wronged me. it's gross and disgusting and has been my dirty little secret, but that's the truth.

this is how i save myself. this is how i make myself better. this is how i kill those who have hurt me. this is how i get away. this is how i get out of that basement. because as the author i get to control everything. bukin doesn't get to live because he never deserved to. spook survived despite everything because she needed to.

and the unfortunate thing is that this will never happen in real life. the man who raised me is still dead. the people who hurt me are still alive. i'm always in that basement. i'll always cower at footsteps and loud sounds and radios. i'll always feel some sort of guilt for being alive. but for spook? all that changes. i get to take my pain and twist it into the most vile poetry ever where she survives despite everything, where she flourishes. because i think we all deserve a story like that. where we can see ourselves in a character and see that character thrive. because if they can then maybe we can too.

writing soft spot has meant everything to me. when i posted it, i just expected it to be another story for anyone else. but reading comments like this or seeing stuff in my inbox reminds me that maybe my stupid little fic has a bigger impact than i intended. i will be forever horrified that people can relate to spook but eternally grateful that even through the disgusting pain that it was able to be a comfort to at least someone.

anyway this probably doesn't make a whole lot of sense but i just get a lot of feelings when people tell me stuff like this (:

#core responds #core talks

[timidxtempted]

I wrote him a letter.

It started off with "Dear Daddy..."

What followed began as a letter in which I wanted to express how happy he makes me, and how wonderful he is.

Simple, right?

Yeah, no.

In the course of our relationship, when I have told him how good he is to me, his response is, "I try". That response - while completely accurate - always made me think that he might not be sure that he was succeeding.

It occurred to me that I have the ability - thanks to a bunch of things that I have historically tracked in my daily life - to provide data to back up my claims that he's a fucking incredible partner and daddy.

I could show him, quantifiably, the positive effect he has had on me and my life.

For instance:

I sleep an average of two hours more a night, and my sleep quality has vastly improved.

My water intake was improved, and I am consistently hydrated.

My anxiety has decreased overall, and I have not had a panic attack in months.

Those are only three things in a long list of ways in which he has helped improve my life. Like any data though, I realized that reviewed on it's own, it isn't nearly as impactful as looking at the full picture.

While important, the numbers weren't telling this man, who is so fucking important to me, what was in my heart.

The data couldn't tell him that the reason that I sleep better is because him telling me to shut down my screens and close my eyes compels me to do so in a way that my thinking it to myself never could. I want to sleep better because I know it calms him, and gives him some peace. I will always strive to do both for him.

Data is not nuanced enough to tell him that the reason I make sure to stay hydrated is because he reminds me to, and because he praises me for doing so... and that I would do anything to hear words of praise from him, for any reason.

All the facts in the world wouldn't be able to communicate to him how his voice in my head calms me, centers me, grounds me - in ways my own voice has never been able to. Numbers would have no way to tell him that when I close my eyes, and inhale deeply, it's his "shhhhh I've got you" that I hear whispered in my mind; and I know that he does.

He is consistent in ways that I never imagined possible. He shows up for me every single day. He shows up for me when I don't even know I need him to. He checks in, even on his busiest days, even when he has communicated that he might not be as available - he is still there. I know how often goes out of his way to do it.

He has created a safe space in which I am free and comfortable being silly, vulnerable, emotional, scared and euphoric. I am safe to feel big feels, cry big cries, and laugh big laughs with him.

He encourages - no...he insists and expects - that I use my voice to communicate with him what I am feeling, good or bad or chaotic. And he praises me for doing so. He helps me work through all of those feelings, and helps to guide me through to the other side them. Arming me with confidence, knowing that I am supported.

Within my letter, I shared with him examples of how he has done all of these things, and more. All the little things that he does, every single day, to make me feel prioritized, cared for. To make me shhhh....because I know without any doubt, that he's got me.

As I write this, I am feeling just as much emotion as I did writing the letter to him... While I am happy to have been able to give him proof that he does not merely "try" to be good to me - the emotion transcends the facts.

Feeling him is a constant in my life that no data could interpret.

My letter to him may have started with "Dear Daddy...", but there is so, so much more that led to "Dear Daddy...", and I wanted him to know - for a fact, if you will - just how grateful I am for every moment of it we have shared thus far.

Dear Daddy...

Thank you.

I'll finish here with a PS...

You'll note that none of that up there includes all the sexyfuntimes stuff. Nor was it the focus of my letter to him.

If that's all you're here for, you're either reading the letter wrong, or reading the wrong letter.

#i wrote a thing #daddy things #magic things #thank you daddy #you are amazing #and i can prove it #all the kisses

[heartbreak-eugene]

So, I finally watched the Archer finale..

WARNING. SPOILERS AHEAD FOR INTO THE COLD!!!

So, Archer has come to an end. Its a lot for me to process, this is a hard one for me, the past 6 months have been exclusively Archer for me, I've fallen so far for a fictional character. I'm going to try my absolute best to collect all of my thoughts in one post for this. I'll try not to spoiler too much. But I think this is necessary for me so I can help process this loss for me.

To say I'm happy is an understatement. I'm beyond relieved and grateful we got the proper Archer ending this show so badly deserved. The season 14 finale was a disgrace, and the way it could have ended would have been tragic. This show ending is tragic enough, but thats just my view on it. Hyperfixations are hard ya'll.

I think the way they ended the plot for this show was very cleverly done. While I don't think Adam Reed would have went in this direction, I'm still satisfied with what the writers did. Seeing everyone band together was wonderful, and there were a couple twists I wasn't expecting at all, but it goes without saying, nothing can be perfect.

Some initial thoughts, pros and cons if you may, but not really.

The growth the characters go through is really really cool to see, notably Archer. When he says he doesn't need to know who his father is, that's a huge milestone and a step towards some emotional maturity. Sterling has so much trauma and is overall a very impulsive character, but letting him have his moments of clarity is always nice to see. There is a good balance between his impulses and realizing that his actions have consequences. I don't think there was any way Slater could have been saved in the end anyways.

There was no main focus on any specific character. Every main reoccurring role in the show got their own moments in this finale, which I am super grateful for. Season 14 had a hard time dedicating specific episodes to certain characters like in the earlier seasons, so this finale did a great job at giving everyone a bit of spotlight.

Focusing on the main characters instead of random one off characters was super cool and something I appreciate as well. Katya, Barry, and Slater were all characters who made the biggest impacts on the show by far, not to mention they're also fan favourites. But seeing Rip Riley was super exciting as well!

The early season throwbacks!! In the elevator shaft you can see the old ISIS sign and an old Cherlene album :3 If there was anything else I probably missed it as there was a lot of clutter, but I always get so so excited when there's early season callbacks. It shows that's the writers really do care about these characters and their stories. I was happy to see Milton!! Milton supremacy!!

The ode to Malory was wonderful, I'm so so happy they did that. Lana's speech at the end was a good way to wrap everything up for the crew.

There isn't much to say negatively, these aren't necessarily things that make this finale bad, just things that made me sad and were a surprise to me that I'm not sure how I feel. This is completely opinion biased and you can disagree all you want!

Slater dying. I'm really sad that one of my favourites ended up dying. I loved the very erotic moments between Slater and Archer and their initial fight was really intense and fun. But seeing Slater die wasn't really all that satisfying for me, except it allowed Archer to grow more and let go of some of that trauma. RIP Slater </3 You were a son of a bitch

Morphing Barry and Katya.. This is a weird one for me. I'm not sure how I feel about this at all. I guess the only fun thing I can say about this is that we got some fun classic enemies to lovers. I dont particularly LOVE that trope, but with making Katya a antagonist, it was quite the choice.

The settings.. I think it was fitting to have some of the settings back in Russia, but Rio was quite the random choice. There was a lot going on and at one point I kind of got confused as to where everyone was at one point, in one scene they're at the Agency, the next they're in a safe house, the next they're in some other random area, that was a bit hard to follow, but a lot happened in an hour, and there was a lot going on. The title "Into the Cold" was clever. Also I hated the whole crypto thing. That genuinely felt like a cheap cop out for some plot holes. Cyril doesn't seem like the type of person to be interested in crypto as one would figure he'd be pretty knowledgeable on how that stuff is shitty. If Lana saw those mines you know she would lose her mind LOL

Overall, I am happy with how things were wrapped up. I was very worried near the end because we hadn't seen AJ at ALL, or had any mention of her, so seeing the scene at the end with her and Sterling made me really happy, knowing that Archer kept in contact with Lana but not anybody else really stung, but Sterling saying he "hates goodbyes" really stuck with me after this finale finished. Saying goodbye to this show is not easy whatsoever, I have such a strong connection with these characters and cast, and my love for Cheryl is eternal. Its hard for neurotypical people to fully understand, and this is a grieving process for me, but I have the support and friends to help me through this, and I will always have these guys around, since I can rewatch this show as many times as I want. I will continue to make content and hopefully start writing more maybe. This world is so expansive and so many things can be done as it falls on the line of realism, slice of life, and science fiction. I love everything this show had to offer, and I'm so grateful for the dedication and work that went into this show.

If you read this far for some reason, thanks for reading.

#archer fx #into the cold #into the cold spoilers #archer spoilers #my cheryl daki was moist after this finale #i sobbed a LOT #god im emotionally unstable #being autistic is interesting #pls ask me abt this show

[jinwoosungs]

{ 46 }

sharing the rain together.

eren yeager x fem.reader

modern au

the downpour showed no signs of letting up, and you had no umbrella to help with shielding you from the needle-like rain.

when you left your shared apartment to get some groceries for tonight's dinner, you figured there'd be no harm in walking to the store since it was only 15 minutes away. you wanted to get some steps in and maybe burn off some calories along the way.

the weather had been mild, barely reaching 70 degrees when you left your home and took a leisurely stroll to your local grocery store. you suppose sometime during the last hour you spent shopping, the awful weather had crept up on you without you even knowing.

you debated on whether to call your boyfriend or not, but ultimately decided against it. he had spent the night before picking up a late shift at work. the morning he came home, he immediately crashed in bed. you knew he was enjoying some well-deserved sleep when his snores were heard echoing throughout the apartment.

not wanting to disturb him, you tighten your grip on the grocery bags and steel your nerves, stepping out in the rain.

the way the droplets immediately pound against your body makes you gasp, feeling the ice cold waters soak through your clothes as you were left trembling from the impact.

your breathing had become shaky; your teeth chattering as you began your trek back home. you kept trying to reassure yourself that it would only take fifteen minutes-

fifteen minutes and then you'd be back inside the comfort of your home.

it's just fifteen minutes.

you kept repeating that simple phrase, a mantra that helped to further motivate you as you felt the distance between you and your apartment shorten. you were about to cross the street, turning a corner around the block when the sight of a familiar car stops you dead in your tracks.

the car was parked, and you watch as the driver door was thrown open to reveal eren. he was wearing his usual hoodie, catching your gaze all while flashing you a grin. "here, give those bags to me. i'll take care of them. you just get in the car and warm up."

you watch as eren takes the groceries from you with ease, thanking him by pressing your chilled lips against his cheek before hurrying into the car.

not caring that your soaked form was probably ruining the seats, you turn up the heater and place your numbed hands against the heat. you steadily felt the sensations come back into your extremities and was so grateful to your boyfriend for saving you.

a few minutes later, eren returns back to the drivers seat, giving you yet another boyish grin as he took off his hoodie and shook the water from his hair. he runs a hand through those dark brown locks before starting the car once more to make the drive back to the apartment.

"h-how did you where to find me? i-i didn't leave a note or anything." your voice was still shaky from how cold and drenched you were, earning a rich chuckle from eren.

"what can i say? i know you too well, babe. the moment i saw how our car was still parked outside and heard thunder, i knew you needed me."

there were times when your boyfriend annoyed you with his clinginess, being childish even. he was petty and jealous to a t if and when you spent a little too much time doing something that didn't involve him. he was always doing something to get your attention, being spoiled from receiving love and affections from his family and older brother. you often joked that eren would like nothing more than to be physically glued to you by the hip-

but you couldn't deny how devoted he was to you.

you couldn't deny how much he cared. like now, how he hated the thought of you walking out in the rain, cold and all alone, and immediately came to your rescue.

just the thought of it alone makes you smile.

he turns into your apartment complex just minutes later, tossing his hoodie at you while he ushers you to put it on and run back into the apartment first. you surround yourself with the comforting scent of his hoodie and draw up the hood before running back to your shared apartment.

minutes later, eren joins you with the groceries in hand. he unlocks the door and tells you to strip and make a bath, promising you that he'll join you shortly.

becoming more than enticed with the thought of a warm bath, you shed off the jacket and peel off the rest of your clothes. you shiver, not caring that you were walking naked towards the bathroom as the thought of becoming warm again further encourages you.

the waters felt heavenly once your bath was ready, and you lay back with a sigh. your hands lightly trace at the surface, causing ripples to appear all around you. you were close to dosing off when a playful whistle makes you open your eyes.

you look toward the door to see eren dressed only in his boxers, eyeing you hungrily as he whistles once more, "damn, how in the hell did i get so lucky, landing a beauty like you?"

he approaches you with an eagerness, grabbing on to the side of the bathtub before landing directly on top of you. you gasp, but let out a laugh anyways when he hovers over you, splashing water everywhere against the linoleum floors.

"ren, you made such a mess! get o-"

eren cuts off your scolding with a bruising kiss, lips becoming perfectly slotted against you as he moves his mouth against yours. following your instinct, you kiss him back and slowly melt into him, giving in to every temptation eren had laid out for you.

moments later, he pulls away from you, licking his lips before giving you another light kiss, the sensation no heavier than dew against your lips. you felt him smile before whispering against them, "come on, let's get out of here. i'll make some hot cocoa, then we can enjoy the rain together."

giving you one last kiss, he gets out of the tub first, nearly slipping from the puddles he made in the bathroom. you roll your eyes and got out of the bath as well, shooing him out of the bathroom so you could finally clean up the mess he made and dry off yourself.

you supposed despite how short lived your bath was, you admitted to feeling better and the thought of having some hot chocolate in your system was absolutely delightful. you grab one of your favorite oversized shirts along with a fresh pair of panties before joining eren.

you enter the living room to see eren already dressed in a new shirt and a pair of sweatpants. in his hands were two steaming mugs, and you could already smell the sweet scent of the hot cocoa. he beckons you to join him on the couch, and you do so without hesitation.

eren adjusts himself so that you were now cuddled against his lap. you relish in the heat that radiated off his body and buried yourself even closer to him. he hands you the mug, and you take the first few sips of the warm beverage all while moaning at how good it tasted.

the rain continues to fall, with the sounds of rumbling thunder echoing throughout the apartment. just hours before, you hated the rain and how cold it made you feel when you briefly had to walk out in it.

but now, being settled within the arms of the man you knew you loved unconditionally regardless of his flaws, you realized something achingly important.

there was something intimate about sharing the rain together with the person you loved, and you swore to yourself to always cherish this very moment.

a.n. - because it's been such a long time since i wrote something soft, sweet, and achingly domestic with eren.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x you #eren jaeger x you #eren x you #.stories

[explosionshark]

What's your top 5 impactful artists? Impactful is up to interpretation here. Or top 5 impactful albums. You get to pick 😁

ooh i think i'll go chronologically here

linkin park - i was like? 12 when meteora came out? it was a life changing record. that was the age i was truly starting to get into music and meteora was the first CD i picked out for myself that i became properly obsessed with. i had a burned copy of hybrid theory i got from one of my friends but though i loved it, nothing compared to the blissful angst of laying in bed listening to "somewhere i belong" on repeat

nevermore - this whole band but specifically the album dead heart in a dead world really were life-defining albums. they were my favorite band for many years. this band made me a metalhead. i grew up listening to them (my dad was always a big fan) but that never made them feel any less like a life changing discovery i made for myself. i used to listen to their music and read the lyric booklets with a pocket dictionary in my lap so i could look up the words i didn't understand. i got one of my cousins around my age really into them at the same time and that became this massive thing we bonded over for years. i feel like i owe every good thing in my life that came out of my relationship to metal to this band specifically. hugely, hugely important.

american football - the next biggest band to mark a massive change in my life and my music taste was probably these guys. they were my jumping off point into emo, which marked a major expansion of my music taste and interests after a solid few yeas of just being a metal guy. THE record would be the self titled, of course. nothing since they've reformed has hit quite as well. there are other emo bands that had a huge impact on me, but the fact is i wouldn't have gotten into braid or rainer maria or whoever else if amfootball hadn't opened that door for me first, so they're the band that gets to go on this list.

amanda palmer/dresden dolls - trust me i'm well aware of the problems associated with these guys but it doesn't change the fact that they were, at a time when i really needed a reason to live, artists with a life-saving impact on me. if that's a hyperbolic statement, then it's only barely so. i was truly obsessed. went to every show i could. went to coachella for the AFP set, met amanda after, teared up telling her how much her music meant to me when i was struggling with the aftermath of coming out to my family and her kindness to me in that interaction helped motivate me to come out on the drive home to the person i went to the festival with. sometimes the right band at the right time in your life can really be a life preserver. despite everything else, i'll always feel grateful for that. so glad i didn't get the tattoo i was contemplating at one time, though

screaming females - in terms of impact i couldn't write this list without including this band. literally, tangibly changed my life to be a fan of theirs. back in 2015 i posted some fanfic for this video game i liked, got a nice message from someone complimenting my work, clicked through to their blog and immediately see a photoset of marissa paternoster playing a bloody guitar and immediately messaged them back to talk about music and life is strange. we had an immediate, profound, and powerful connection. 8 years on @holdsteady is STILL my best friend. i wrote a story with her. we've been to shows together. we ate street hot dogs together. i taught her to make potato wedges. she introduced me to some of my favorite bands. i made chili for her dad. i lived in her basement for a month. i literally don't know what kind of person i would be or what my life would look like if we never met. and we owe it all to the fact that we both fuckin love tiny lesbians that shred on guitar.

this was such a great ask! i'd love to hear your answers. actually, i'd love to hear from a bunch of different people. soooo

@necrotic-biotic, @angrypedestrian, @holdsteady, @nataliving, @uneasyhearts33, @gothprentiss, @100percentdirtball, @shewhosleepsalotincemeteries, @morhdd, @chaseprice if any of you guys wanna do this too i'd love to see it (but no pressure)

#replies #necrotic-biotic

[iloveanimalsmorethanhumans]

It's been 14 years, now...Wow....

Story time! For those who are not aware of what went down in my life 10 years ago, and even for those who were,

Here's the story:

10 years ago I was a divorced Mama, renting a room in a house with two other women, trying to juggle work and motherhood and I was pretty miserable.

I had just broken up with a guy who turned out to be a severe alcoholic. (Oh, the irony.)

I had spent the evening before hanging out with one of my best friends, laughing at the silliest things until my stomach hurt. I felt pretty good that night. I didn't get home until about 2 a.m. and I had work the next morning.

That same night someone else was up all night, not having nearly as much fun. She and her boyfriend were up all night fighting, and drinking.

At 7 a.m. I managed to get myself up and out the door. I was tired, but still happy.

The other woman would be leaving her boyfriend's house soon. Drunk, and not happy at all. She would have a bottle of wine with her.

My memories of what happened next shatter into bits and pieces.

I can remember voices, talking, being on the side of the road, arguing with the first responders about whether I was wearing a seatbelt or not. Yelling at the same first responders to call Lowe's and tell them I was going to be a little late.

I don't remember much for a while. Totally missed the helicopter ride to Christiana.

I digress. What I forgot was the part where that other woman and I met, in the middle of the road, head on.

The impact spun my van around and caused it to flip. I was partially ejected from the passenger side, partially in a ditch with the top of the passenger side on my chest.

There was a farmer who heard the collision and my screams. (I don't remember screaming, but given the situation it seems to have been an appropriate response.

He called 911 and held the van up off of me until they got there. (I would meet him a little over a year later in better circumstances.)

The time after that is kind of a blur. 3 weeks in the hospital getting pieced back together. My ankle was crushed and some of the bones decided to check out the world outside of the flesh.

My father and Step Mom came up from North Carolina and immediately jumped into cleaning up all of my loose ends and figuring out how to help me piece my life back together.

There are two metal plates and some screws in my leg, they became the plates and screws for the rest of me. I'll be eternally grateful for that.

I'll also always be grateful to my cousins who drove over as soon as they heard so the first people I could see after surgery were family. That still resounds with me, and remains an important memory in the fog.

It took 10 long months, moving to North Carolina, leaving my son here, almost losing my leg to infection, a lot of tears, a lot of laughter, and so much patience and determination.

I look back and can mark the changes in my life since then. The full extent of my injuries wouldn't be discovered for a few years. Hello head injuries and brain damage!

Yeah, I've been through a lot. Some days I struggle more than others, but I survived, and I am thriving. Although some days I can't see it, and depression doesn't just go away after you survive something like that, no matter what the movies show, but the good days outnumber the bad, and overall, I am happy, and I love my life. I'm grateful for it, and I'm grateful for the people sharing it with me. ❤

#dont drink and drive #i almost died #it was scary #0/10 would not recommend #trauma survivor #tbi #traumatic brain injury #accident

[shivunin]

Hullo! :3

For the Love your Fandom ask…

3, 11, 15 and 24!

Hey you! c: Thanks for asking, Arja!

(Love Your Fandom Asks)

24. how has fandom positively impacted your life?

Oh, man, let me count the ways haha.

I was in a really, really bad place emotionally when I started writing fic for Dragon Age and at times it has often felt like the hatch in the ceiling through which light pours. Or maybe a rope thrown to someone clinging to the edge of a cliff. Or maybe the steady horizon to someone with seasickness haha.

All of which is to say, it hurts to look at sometimes, and it's rough around the edges, and sometimes it feels very far away, but it's always been there when I needed it. And for that, I am forever grateful.

3. a character that fandom has helped you appreciate

Sebastian! There is something wrong with my copy of the game or my console, so installing his DLC inevitably corrupted my saves (which is. bonkers btw), so I didn't play with him in DA2 for the longest time. Seeing how much other people loved him made me figure out a workaround so I could finally enjoy his story c:

11. if you're a writer or artist, what fic or piece of art are you proud of making?

To the Bone. Which is funny because I set out in this fandom like "well if there's one thing I'll never do, it's write a soulmate AU" because there were already so many...and then I went and did it haha. But I really love the way Salshira's story came out, and I adore her to bits, and I love the dynamic she and Cullen have. I've got no choice but to consider it a success c:

15. the character that always makes you smile

I am skipping fandoms here (since I know you've also played ME) and saying Kasumi c: I love listening to her talk, I love her whole rogue vibe, and I love that she tries to fake her own death to dodge getting roped into Shepard's nonsense in three. I just love her.

#ask game #ask response #long post #thank you for asking friend!!

[that-cartoony-villain]

So... Vox Machina...

I'm an emotional mess right now because I can't believe I finally finished watching the first campaign

It's been -roughly- 6 months and I've enjoyed every second of it

I've learned so much through it all and there are many things I'll definitely take with me throughout my life

This family they've created showed how you get to choose who you want to spend the rest of your life with

Grog showed me how strength is important but your friends will always be your greatest strength and that even if you don't understand some things in the world there will always be people by your side helping you get through it all

Keyleth, our Kiki, she taught me so much on how to deal with the world no matter what happens, she gives me courage to be myself because even if I'm awkward there will be people that love me anyway, her growth makes me proud of who I am today and that I'll keep changing and that's a good thing

Percival showed me how even the most broken people deserve love and that thinking rationally won't always be the best plan but we can stop for a moment, analyze the situation and make the best of it

Pike taught me to be compassionate, to be empathetic and that there are good people in this world that deserve a chance to redeem themselves, she also taught me that sometimes you need to be a bit harsh with people that think they're doing the good thing and to be a monstah!!!

Scanlan has made my life a brighter place with his songs, he showed me that a bit of laughter can help you get through most harsh times, through him I learned that even the brightest smiles can have their dark times but that with some distance and time things will get better

Tary was there for such a short time but his impact was immense, he proved that change sometimes is inevitable but it can be good to have a change of pace, he also showed that not every hero needs to be brave to help others and that people can change no matter their upbringing

Vax gave me so much things that I'll cherish, he was the gentlest of souls even with everything that happened to him through it all, he loved openly and fought fiercely to protect his loved ones, he never stopped going even when he knew his final stop was coming, his memory lived through his family and he will be remembered for a long time still

Vex, the woman that made me start all this, her greediness made me feel understood and her emotions made me feel seen, she taught me how to think carefully before doing something but that you also should follow your heart when it speaks to you

All the guests left a little part of them within me and I'll forever be grateful for getting on this ride

Last but definitely not least, Matt helped me love stories again and inspired me to tell my own stories, he gaves us a beautiful world to be a part of and I'll never forget the places we visited and the people we met

Thank you Vox Machina, thank you critical role

And, is it Thursday yet?

#critical role spoilers #cr c1 #nevermind me just watching critrole #vm tribute #vox machina #grog strongjaw #travis willingham #keyleth of the air ashari #marisha ray #percival de rolo #taliesin jaffe #pike trickfoot #ashley johnson #scanlan shorthalt #taryon darrington #sam riegel #vaxildan #liam o'brien #vexhalia #laura bailey #matthew mercer #best dm #long post

[oliviaischillin1204]

Looks like not that many people liked my latest work. I'll try do better next time, maybe I should take some time off to try improve.

~ Anne Onymous

hey, i'm sorry it's taken me so long to get to this Anne. i was gonna write a long drawn out answer, then i worried it was coming off too preachy, and i just wanted to sit on it a while.

firstly, i wanna apologize for how i uploaded ur latest work. the fact that i uploaded all 4 parts at once definitely impacted they way ppl read them, due to the overall length of all the posts one after the other (i could've put them under a read more, i know, but honestly i don't even want to put submissions under read mores bc if anything ever happens to this blog, i don't want someone else's stories to be lost forever behind a broken link). so again, i'm sorry that i posted them all at once, bc spacing them out would've given them a better chance imo.

secondly, please don't take notes as a sign of who liked or disliked ur work. i still get messages from people saying that they don't have accounts but lurk my blog (or at least, i got these messages a few months to a year ago, when i had written more recently than nowadays). additionally, the number of notes you get does not correlate to the joy any single reader might get from your work; numbers can't quantify that.

thirdly, you don't have to try to do better for anyone other than yourself. seriously, the pressure to please people has led to me writing things that i didn't even feel that engaged with before, only bc i knew that it was something a lot of people would like. i don't regret any of my works, but i can acknowledge that i often did things bc i knew it's what people 'wanted'. this assumption doesn't leave room for the fact that what people WANT is earnest, unique takes on ideas that the author is excited about, not pandering. i do believe there is a difference when an author is phoning something in vs. when they're writing an idea that might be weird or unpopular, but is theirs.

so fourthly, if you want to "take some time off", again ofc u can. but you never have to do it with the intention of making urself better for other people. also, taking time off to improve implies that anything you make in the meantime- before you've "improved"- isn't worthy or exceptional, and i just think that's categorically untrue. i would be NOWHERE without all the middle of the road pieces i've written through my 3.5 years on here- each one helped me get a little bit better, a little bit faster, a little more clear on my authorial voice. and i'm GRATEFUL that i kept going, and kept posting them, even when i felt embarrassed or frustrated that they weren't meeting my standards. so pls don't feel like u have to stop submitting anything u write until you've "improved"

fifthly, this community is a lot smaller than it used to be- people get busy, get older, get different interests. it really makes me happy to know that there are people like you, writing away bc it makes u happy, and allowing ME to share that happiness as much as i can. i'm very grateful for your works, Anne, and i for one know i would be very sad to not see you around. take all the time you need, and my inbox is always open for you <3

#anne onymous #my posts #asks #this got so long oof sjdhfdjsk #but everything i say is true

[dbblovesklance]

This has been bouncing in my head ever since Voltron ended years ago, and I'm sure several people have ranted about the same thing, but I really need to get this off my chest. My mind is full and I need to write it out.

It's time to Screech about Klance!

First thing's first, I stan Klance and I'll die on that hill!

I'm still upset wasn't Klance wasn't canon.

Not necessarily Klance in particular, but the idea of them.

Where two 'rivals' butt heads and annoy one another constantly yet, grow closer and become a better team through eventual respect and appreciation. One moody loner and one goofball against the world. It shouldn't work, yet no matter how many times I see fanfiction written about these two, countless times over am I reminded just how well it would have worked.

And that's the part that gets me the most, it works! Their relationship works!

Whether or not it would've been properly given a chance, that I do not know.

And I can't help but think after all this time why we haven't a sci-fi story depicting a mlm relationship (specifically like a Klance version though I'll take any at this point)?

I know why it doesn't happen. I know.

But I can't help my yearning for more. For a relationship that is the main part of the sci-fi story, a necessary and impactful section for the story. Or maybe a sub-plot that we see on the underbelly and it bleeds into the main plot. One that you would miss the tiny details for along the way and slowly builds into a bigger section of the story.

It is not ostracized or frowned upon, rather, their story doesn't focus on their struggle in being LGBTQIA+. They are simply allowed to exist, and love. Love so deeply even the stars would rattle from their heartbeats.

They end up becoming a couple and they are important to the story, but it's not this whole thing. In so many shows, it's always a thing, and yes, for a moment it should be addressed that significance on them being together because 'the world wouldn't approve blah blah blah,' except only in passing. As they are in space, laws and beliefs hold no candle under the oceanic, starlit sky.

I want a sci-fi story with a mlm relationship where both are important to the story, and neither of them die at the end! Let the straights die for once if you're so desperate for death. Let's be more creative, there a far more interesting plotlines that don't include killing off a character.

While it might sound contradicting, half of me is glad it wasn't canon. Or at least grateful that a good portion of the fandom, if not the majority, saw the significance between these two, and how much potential they had? The amount of countless fanfictions (over 33k!! at this point) that have them fall in love. Over and over again, we see it work. It works!

I don't if it would have held up as well if it had become canon. The what if's are filled. We've seen them be together, the build, their lives, their passion, their tender care. I'm not sure if it would have had more or less, and I have a feeling I know the answer. For all the world has given me, one thing I'll forever be grateful for is people's unending will to find love in the more unwilling places. Every nook and cranny, a small blush against the ears and a slight hidden dimple at the corner of a slow smile.

It only continues to grow more and more, continuously pulling countless people towards a wonderful beginning and holds them close as they drown their thirst in all the many what if's that were never answered.

I know the fanfictions help ease my soul in the what if's for what could have been, and I'll never ask for more, really I won't...yet, I still yearn.

Despite it all, I still yearn.

#got a little weird at the end there whoops #anyway the potential was wasted on them as it always is #now I want a dynamic like them but only if it's sci-fi and has the same aesthetic as Voltron only better overall story #it's a lot to ask for but ahhhhhHHHH #anyway #screeching done <3 #not sure if this is like tone deaf or whatnot #i had to think it out so sorry if it seems scattered and things are repeated - i had to silence the brain before slumber #klance #keith x lance #vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender #writing #fanfiction #fanfic #dbb screeching #dbb drabbles