The discduo finale was fucking wonderful. c!Dream letting go of his need to break the world to fix it when faced with the overwhelming humanity of his enemy holding out his hand… c!Tommy letting go of the cycle of violence and releasing his obsession with revenge…
Two people stuck in a prison and one offers his hand and they *get out.*
the whiplash of the small charming interactions between characters and then the immediate horrors of war is so... i mean. i dont even know how to describe it. my stomach is in knots right now.
Honestly I love you so much and I love how you give a loving relationship or friendship or even the tiny bit of interaction with every character with you ocs, I love the bond that Summer has with Max and the fact that she called her Summie just like Will did confirms that they are sisters I don’t care what everyone says, also Eddie’s “little one” and her friendship with Robin is everything and I won’t even start with Steve bc I will stay here all day talking about those two beautiful babies
um excuse you😭 this message will single handedly bring me joy for the foreseeable future, thank you. You are a fucking GEM and I love you! Not just for sending this in but also for loving all of those things I do for my OC’s🩵🩵 it means the world to me that you’ve picked up on the little clues and that you LOVE THEM!! Just ahhhh thank you so much for being here and loving my work. You will never know how much it means to me when I get sent in messages like this. Also yes Max and Summer are sisters no one can stop me from making that canon😌
Me kicking my feet and giggling bc I wanna sit here all day with you as you talk about Stummer:
Gosh I watched the suchwita episode with jin (and jhope) and these babies got me full on crying and sobbing😭 the way they just roasted Jungkook for a moment too HAHA I love them so much and most importantly, I love BTS together so much🥹
The Barbie movie really said. Yes you will grow up and childhood wonder will vanish. Yes you will grow up and learn to hate yourself, your body, your awkwardness. Yes you will grow up and lose your confidence and certainty and sense of purpose. Yes you will grow up and the world will seem a bleaker, lonelier place every day, and society will seem bleaker and lonelier every day, and you won’t understand what went wrong in the span of just a few years, what took you from a happy and secure young girl to a sad, uncertain, scared grown woman.
And yet. You will learn to find beauty again. You will find joy in not having a purpose, in building a purpose for yourself. You will find beauty in connection, with the people and the world around you. You will learn to love signs of ageing as proof of a life well lived, of experience and happiness. You will take that little girl by the hand and tell her “I know, this isn’t what you thought it would be, but it’s real. Let me show you how beautiful it can be.”
❛ caress . gently caress my muse’s face . / to spencer from eden. i am not okay.
@decimatlas !
he’s not entirely sure where it comes from. the truth. a concept that’s been foreign to him since he was a teenager. he’d buried his past all so deep, he had almost convinced himself it never happened. ( much like the conversational topic. ) but now, he lets it fall from his tongue. words soaked in a numbed grief seem to echo in the eerily quiet room. green hues focus on the shapes on his ceiling, keeping them off of eden. “i used to have a sister. did you know that ?” his eyes refuse to budge, even as she shifts on the mattress. ‘no.’ he’s not sure what he’s expecting her to say. in fact, as the silence wraps around the room again, he wishes he could take it back. he feels her shift again, her arm touches against his. ‘what was her name ?’ teeth bury against the skin on his cheek. he chews against his skin for a moment, before he’s letting his mouth open. “her name was jasmine.” eyes slip from the ceiling when he feels her fingers touch softly against his arm. eyes move slowly up her arm towards her face. ‘what happened ?’ spencer turns against his mattress, adjusting to move his focus to her. “she [ … ] died when i was seventeen. i found her.” green eyes study hers. he watches as she shifts back towards her previous laid position. her hand lifts from the sheets, and moves towards his cheek. he watches the hesitation in her movements -- in her eyes. ( he can’t blame her, he’s never been good with affection. ) her hand slowly touches against his cheek. his eyes close softly. “it’s why i -- why we left.”