#mine have faded

[needycatboy]

i always deeply yearn for neck kissing. i love the feeling of my lover crowding behind me and hugging my waist, covering the back of my neck and shoulder in small kisses, slowly adding more weight and intention to them before soft bites and sucks remind me how i am loved and how i am theirs.

#send this post to the partner of ur choice and theyre obligated to give you neck kisses and hickies #that goes for you sunshine i want marks #mine have faded #angel.queue #they speak #mlm nsft #nblm nsft #nblnb nsft #trans nsft

[swiftfootedachilles]

breaks into your car with gentle sensuality🖤

#took a bunch of screenshots of his hands for possible art reference reasons and now i got all these pics of him holding cigarettes. and this #mickey milkovich #shameless #shameless us #noel fisher #mine #i love having a google pixel its like photoshop but for $700 #oh the sharpie tattoos.....couldnt they have tried to make them believable #whatever. they fade fast and he gets them redone every season i guess

[bylrndgm]

you're losing me x soon you'll get better

what am i supposed to do if there's no you?

#byler #byler gifs #byler daily #mine #mine:gif #tuserrae #tusermarie #mlmsource #useraimz #tuseremilia #tusergeo #userpunk #usergabby #bxts #yes - before you ask me: i got the idea from the megamix #quick thing that i did actually. i just like how i got the idea of the fade-in/out text/b&w #big brained is my second name /j #simple sets because you're not ready for what i have in store for bylerween #queue

[eddievedders]

tonight... it's a HUNTER'S MOON.

#ghostedit #musicedit #the band ghost #ghost band #papa emeritus iv #tobias forge #ghostbcedit #hunter's moon #impera #i don't know what this is #i just... love this song... so MUCH #memories are faded memories have faded i dont care i sing 'have' since the song came out #this is always a thing with ghost lyrics innit #anyway #i think i listen to this song like 2 or 3 times a day? sometimes 6 #i need help #Scooby Doom band from Linköping #my stuff #mine: spooky nerds

[thnxforknowingme]

You are the love of my life, Kurt. And I'm pissed off that I have to learn, for the next year, what being alone is gonna be like.

#glee #gleeedit #klaine #blaine anderson #blangst #I mean he was right! they were not good at coping with the change! #anyway look who MADE A GIFSET #if anyone has uhhhh any advice on altering/coloring scenes from TBU so blaine doesn't fade into the bg let me know! #because I have no idea what I'm doing lol #just moving little sliders around arbitrarily #with each gif I learn something new tho #i am so POWERFUL #mine #my gifs #also this is a pro-klaine space okay #it's all about the angst but they GROW okay #they made some mistakes but i love them

[shivunin]

14 / 38 / 48 for the Florence asks! ✨

Oooh, thank you so much! I will answer one here and do the other(s) in separate posts c: This gave me a push to finally finish fleshing out an idea that's been sitting for over a year, so double thank you for that! 💗

(Florence + the Machine Writing Prompts)

Hold Me Down

Summary: In the aftermath of Here Lies the Abyss, Cullen finds the Inquisitor alone at the edge of the camp.

(Elowen Lavellan/Cullen | 1,206 Words | CW: Blood, descriptions of shock/panic attack)

“Hold me down, I'm so tired now Aim your arrow at the sky Take me down, I'm too tired now Leave me where I lie.” —Florence + the Machine, “Sky Full of Song”

“—foremost priority should be seeking out and destroying any remaining demons who might have escaped the battle,” Cullen was saying to a scout as they walked, “take a group and scour the fortress for any signs, and then relay the information to Commander Rylen. He’s kept a troop in reserve for cleanup duty.”

“Yes, Commander,” the scout said, peeling off. Cullen paused as he saw an odd shape tucked between two tents and a stack of crates. 

He knew the shape of that staff. 

“Inquisitor?” he called, peering over the stack of crates. The shape shifted, turned slightly, and lifted its head. 

Behind the cowl, her face was still spattered with blood; it was almost enough to obscure the pale lines of her vallaslin entirely, and what the blood didn’t smear was peppered with ash and dust. Her hands were set on her lap, just as filthy as her face, half-curled and limp. And her eyes…

“Lavellan?” he said, and she blinked, blood-clogged eyelashes sticking for a moment to her cheek. Her eyes did not come into focus. 

Ah—he’d seen this before. 

Cullen sidestepped the crates and crouched several inches away, leaving her room on the other side to get away from him if necessary. 

“Can you hear me, Inquisitor?” he murmured quietly, and her bitten lips cracked open. 

“I am fine.”

“That isn’t what I asked,” he said quietly, glancing over his shoulder when he heard movement in the camp. Just a pair of sentries wandering past. He returned his attention to the Inquisitor, whose attention remained fixed somewhere over Cullen’s left shoulder. 

“Can you hear me?” he asked. “Do you know what I am saying?”

There was a long pause. He noted the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the way her blood-soaked hands trembled in her lap. 

“...yes,” she said at last, her voice faint and flat. 

“What do you hear?” 

A soft gasp and her hands twitched in her lap. 

“You.” 

“And what else?” 

She was still breathing too quickly. Cullen eased himself down until he was kneeling between her and the rest of the camp. If nothing else, he could shield her from their speculation. A meager enough offering, but it was one he would give her without hesitation.

“The…the tents in the wind.”

“And?” 

“Metal on stone. People talking.”

“Good. What do you see?”

A frown collected between her brows and she slowly glanced at him to frown. That was good, too. 

“Sand. Tents. The stars.”

“And?” 

“Why?”

“Answer the question.”

She sighed, but her breath had slowed slightly. 

“The crates. My…my hands,” her voice shook on the last word. “You.”

“Alright,” he paused, “Are you with me?”

“Yes, I…yes,” she moved to set her face in her hands and flinched when she saw them clearly. “I—it was…The Fade was…”

“We needn’t discuss it,” Cullen murmured, shifting onto his knees to tug the tail end of his cloak loose. “You don’t have to say anything now. May I see your hand?”

Lavellan extended one hand silently and Cullen pulled the cork from his waterskin to wet the crimson fabric of his cloak. He could not properly clean her skin here; he hadn’t carried soap with him, and the cloth of the cloak was not especially absorbent. Maker, he was covered in his fair share of grime after the battle. Even so, he could get the worst of the blood off. He knew all too well what it meant to have to deal with such aftereffects of a fight. 

To be confronted with the concrete proof of what had happened. 

Her hands shook in his grip, and they were cold even through the barrier of leather. Cullen pressed his lips together, trying to decide if he ought to offer his gloves. Would she take them from him? He could not guess either way. 

“Is that any better?” he asked when he was done. Lavellan took her hand from him and peered at it in the flickering torchlight of the camp, curling and uncurling her fingers. 

“Yes, I—thank you,” she said. She lifted the other hand slightly and froze with it there, hung halfway into the air. Cullen carefully reached out to take it, selecting a different section of fabric to clean the skin with. 

Someone ought to be helping her properly. Someone needed to make sure she found a bath, food, somewhere soft to lay her head. After all he had seen of her, all he knew she had done, Cullen knew better than to think she was fragile. Even so—it tugged at him, to see her so shattered now. 

“It had so many legs,” she whispered hoarsely after a moment. “Too many. I—I couldn’t—I should have—”

Her voice broke at the end, and when the Commander glanced at her he saw that tears had begun to clear some of the muck from her cheeks in clear, straight lines. They dripped from her cheeks black and red-brown, leaving tiny, damp circles on her coat. 

“You’re here now,” he told her, holding her hand for a moment longer than necessary once it was clean. “You aren’t there anymore. It is done.”

“I let him die,” she said quietly, searching his eyes. “I—I told him to stay behind. It’s my fault. And the Divine—it’s my fault, Commander. All of it is.”

Cullen waited for her to continue, but she didn’t go on. She bit her lip again, staring at him. Ah—but what could he say to her now? There was nothing to be done about one’s past mistakes. He knew better than most what it meant to live with regret at one’s back. What to say? All he had was the words he gave his own soldiers when they’d made a mistake, and the words seemed ill-fitting here.  

“Whatever has happened,” he told her, “I’ve no doubt that you made the best decision you could with the resources available to you.”

Lavellan withdrew her hand. Cullen let it go without protest. 

“I…” slowly, the Inquisitor pulled her cowl down and away from her face. She ran her hands over the relatively clean plait beneath. “Thank you.”

It was recognition, but a dismissal as well. Not “thank you for thinking so,” but “please go away.”

Cullen tucked the soiled end of the cloak away and stood, careful not to move too close. 

“If there is anything you need, Inquisitor,” he said softly. “Please—do not hesitate to ask.”

Lavellan inclined her head, but she’d turned away to stare out at the vastness of the dunes and stars beyond. Cullen exhaled slowly and moved to step around the crates. He halted when she spoke again. 

“Cullen?” Elowen said; not Commander, for once, but his name. He turned to look at her and found her eyes, full of tears but clear and focused on his. “Thank you. Really.”

 “Of course,” he said, and cleared his throat. “It was…my honor.” 

Her eyes slipped away again, but her hands were clasped softly in her lap. Cullen straightened, gathered himself, and strode back into the camp beyond.

#elowen lavellan #cullen rutherford #cullavellan #cullen x lavellan #cullowen #prompt response #da fanfic #shivunin scrivening #i have been listening to this song all day bc it is rainy here #i started thinking about how elowen would actually handled the aftermath of here lies the abyss #so this is the canon version of what happened haha. if she did this first and not the winter palace #as opposed to the 'your fate for mine' version where she decides to just stay in the Fade so nobody else has to die for her

[4uru]

Reblog with your problematic toxic favs of The Shadowhunter Chronicles in the tags (by problematic i don't mean unpopular, i mean someone who you probably shouldn't like)

#auru's tsc rants #tsc #tid #tmi #tda #tlh #mine are : #celine montclaire #malcom fade #celine fucked up hard and was prolly fucked up in the brain #but sadly i have the reaction the jace fangirlies have #like damn is this what its like? #my gayass🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️ #malcom is my favourite insane bitch #did he kill innocent ppl he absolutely shkuldnt have? #yes #but like i get it

[francesderwent]

“Say Don’t Go” is a Ken song

#oh no oh no I’m unarmed #the waiting is a sadness fading into madness #halfway out the door but it won’t close #why’d you have to lead me on?? #now your silence has me screaming #I would stay FOREVER if you say don’t go #I’m yours but you’re not mine!!!!!!!! #why’d you have to make me want you why’d you have to give me nothing back? #why’d you have to make me love you? #I SAID I LOVE YOU YOU SAY NOTHING BACK

[todayisafridaynight]

I mean, I like Daigo and Y3 but it's undeniable that a lot of the reason of MineDai being small is cuz Mine, Daigo and Y3 are generally unliked? Not like hated but like just not liked down upon the bigger side of the fandom. Add to that that the yaoi girlies, like us, are just like a fraction of the fandom... well, not exactly big shit to have.

Personally... I'm kinda glad Mine is overlooked cuz... dear fucking god the radioactive waste he could create if he was popular. Mind you, I'm not exactly a Mine fan but I know he would be... not the best for larger audiences.

minedai really is just for us yaoi girlies you're so right .....

#snap chats #OH BUT YEAH i was gonna make that a point in my last post but i forgot to 💀💀 #i don't think mine himself is super disliked- i've seen most people upset that he's not back in the main series #yk. OUTSIDE of my circles ofc. people do have issue with y3 tho thats undeniable LMAO it cause people cant grab </3 #but on that note daigo is another essential point. like as much as I love daigo and i can write essays about his character #in a franchise where there are protags who wrestle bears / punch tigers / what the fuck ever is going n with maj|ma #daigo is very. Normal. very hilarious but still it's no surprise people overlook him #it's a strength for his character In My Eyes that he's generally hidden from the spotlight #he's a chairman yk. he's only suppsed to come out when things get dire etc etc #but because of that he more so just fades into the background compared to everyone else #SPEAAKING of the hyptheticals of more mine fans tho. christ 💀 #i dont even know tbh cause i cant say . its so weird #cause there are weirdos who idolize mine for the wrong reasons (as if theres a right?? way??) so if that was widespread i think id throw up #BUT IM RAMLING point is i love being a part of the like. under-thirty-people minedai club its so fun

[whereistheonepiece]

You ever get nostalgic for a ship you loved when you were younger and then can't find any fics to read about them?

Pain.

#first it was finding out an old ship of mine has faded into obscurity #now it's going onto ao3 and having to filter out all the unimportant couples #and finding one fic that seems worth reading #weeeep #personal

[lazarusstumbles]

google is it possible to have days-long sensory overload. if not is it possible to have a days-long panic attack. because i know it’s one or the other

#mine #its faded into the background when i'm busy so i'm just irritated easily & quiet #but once i have time to myself or like 2 seconds to breathe it all just comes. whoosh. crashing down #so if i’ve been short with you/bitchy know its (probably) not ur fault. im just awful currently #this is ur rus update

[drumlincountry]

i usually read a Jane Austen book every December but I've read all* of them now so now i'm reading Longbourn by Jo Baker and aaaaaaaaaaa a.. a aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa AAAAAAAAAAA AAAA AAAAAAAAA. AAA !!!!!!

#Sometimes I forget who I am #And then sometimes I read a novel about a maidservant in 18th-19thc England #And I am like HAVE YOU HEARD OF MARX WHAT ABOUT ELEANOR MARX #BUT SHE HASN'T!!!!!!! Because it's 1790!!!!! #IF SOMEONE DOESN'T GET THIS GIRL SOMETHING FOR HER CHILBLAINS I'M GOING TO LOSE MY MIND #LIBERATION!!!! SOME LIBERATION FOR HER CHILBLAINS! #Can I get u some revolutionary pamphlets I bet there were some French ones SOMEWHERE #All petty fights between factions of leftism fade away #consider that anyone with a philosophy that could help a woman living in this situation is a comrade of mine #Me Fein #longbourn #jo baker #pride and prejudice #Oh yeah #* most of all of them. Couldn't get thru Lady Susan or Mansfield Park

[apuff]

hey. yesterday seems as though it never existed. do do do dududududud do

#art #traditional art #artists on tumblr #watercolor #painting #traditional painting #photo is also mine btw #no one gets to make fun of me for having random photos of the midwest countryside because they are actually useful #i used them #honestly i might just redo that painting i think it could look a lot better #whatevs #metallica #fade to black #photography #og

[coockie8]

are there any other "edits" you make to danny's design that make him less generic-butch-hartman-show-character shaped?

Well, for one I keep those freckles he had as a child. I'm probably wrong, but "people growing out of their freckles" feels fake lol I've had mine my whole life, in fact they've gotten darker as I've aged haha

I make him Maddie-Shaped, as you've probably seen haha, and he stays that way his whole life; buff Danny is lies and Hartman can eat my entire dick.

I also make him shorter than he is canonically supposed to be. A few sources I've seen say he's supposed to be 5'5, but if he were 5'5 his feet would be flush with the damn floor when he sits, and there are several shots that show they aren't. So he's 4'10, because his feet hang like mine do when he sits, and I'm 4'10.

I also bounce between giving him crooked teeth with a prominent tooth gap, or braces. Tooth gap is under 15yrs, braces is 15 and older. He also has jagged little fangs that he didn't have before the accident :)

#Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #adorable baby boy <3 #it's primarily just little extra *details* that the Danny Phantom art style typically just doesn't do because it's simplistic #okay the ''freckles don't fade'' is mostly a joke #I know freckles can actually fade #I kept his 'cause mine never faded so I wanted him to have freckles #I know they can fade #I was making a joke

[sickmachete]

i stabbed myself with a pencil by accident over 10 years ago but the marks still there on my palm this is gonna follow me to the grave isnt it

#raise your hand if youve ever been stabbed by a pencil 🙋 #actually if you have do you still have the mark too bc mine hasnt faded at All #i remember it happened during school so i had to go to the office #and apparently there was some rule where the nurses werent allowed to cut into us lol #so these ladies just ended up handing me an honest to god scalpel and sat there and watched as i picked the lead out of my palm with it #so ik the lead chunk isnt actually in my skin anymore but i guess i got a free tat from it anyway AJSHDGFH #txt #im pretty sure the reason i got it in the first place was because i tried to clap my hands to stim while i was. holding a pencil . 💀

[wildspringday]

#i feel like one hit wonders have kinda faded out like i think it used to be hard to get your song played #so it was more of a one and done deal but now with all the streaming and YouTube and everything people are staying popular longer #like when i kissed a girl and all about that bass came out i was like oh the one hit wonder vibes are strong but yet #they are still here #text! #*mine #mine: polls #polls