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ladyluscinia · 7 months
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Destiel was in the text AND the silence. It was in Cas dipping mid-conversation in Swan Song before Dean can answer what's next and "What broke the connection?" never being stated aloud and the undefined last ingredient of Metatron's spell and breaking the parallel to have them standing across the room in the Reservation Dogs episode. Of course there's a yawning void of silence after Cas confesses where Dean cannot say anything in response. Because everyone knows what he would say. The silence is the answer. Destiel.
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pebblish · 2 years
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this scene. this scene right here is my favorite in the entire hobbit trilogy. the way thorin looks at bilbo and his little acorn like he's a greater treasure than all the gold in erebor.
the way the music swells at the reveal of the acorn.
the way thorin's eyes literally twinkle at bilbo.
the smile, the way his voice is rough with emotion when he says "a poor prize, to take back to the shire."
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synthshenanigans · 5 months
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new jash twitter photo :0
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allastoredeer · 3 months
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I read the new chapter of Holy Suffering as soon as it came out and I love the way u write Lucifer. For the past few days I have been reading Radio apple fanfic and I hate how lucifer is portrayed in most of them, shy , innocent with Alastor after the fight, and kinda out of character for the both of them, cause they suddenly like each other, and I don’t see it in them. They like to piss each other off, that’s the whole ship point.
Ur Lucifer is so sassy, Hits all the Good Characterization checks in my brain, he’s such a delight to read, same for Alastor. U had me going speechless most of the time Alastor spoke, cause I honestly didn’t know what he was gonna say next. Writing Alastor it’s probably hard, cause he is misterious and always hides his emotions but You totally nailed it. Right now he is probably angry at Lucifer cause he ratted him out lol
Al be like the audacity of this man after he forced him to do this.🙄
Anywhizzle I just wanted to ask, for the overload meeting, is Charlie gonna send Lucifer with Alastor? Maybe as a snake or something, to make sure is he okay. Cause she really sounded mortified that she didn’t notice that Alastor was suffering and man Al definitely didn’t like that, but it’s not like he can say no to Charlie so
A nd is there like a schedule for next updates? I am really invested in this story and I honestly can’t wait to read more of it.
Thank you ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ Hahah Lucifer's got bite to him, for sure. He doesn't come off as the shy type to me. Awkward as hell, certainly. In the throes of depression, absolutely. And he cares about Charlie's opinion of him to a fault. But when it comes to someone throwing their weight around--or, more accurately, getting involved with Charlie (cough Alastor helping Charlie with the hotel, couch Adam fighting/hurting Charlie cough) he isn't afraid of getting his hands dirty.
Alastor is hard to write ಥ_ಥ I love him so much, but sometimes, I want to cut open his head and properly study his brain because f;knslnjsbj out of all the characters, he's the hardest for me to pin down, in terms of both dialogue and actions. He has such a way of talking, and such a distinct voice (his radio filter) that it's simultaneously easy to imagine his voice, but hard to put it to dialogue. So, I really appreciate hearing that I nailed it (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) Seriously, it's so appreciated to hear.
Nah, Alastor is going to be going to that one alone :3 It's going to be set in his POV, so we'll get some insight in his thoughts on the whole thing, and how he's handling his current affliction. I'm both excited to and nervous to get into it, because writing him in someone else's POV is hard, so writing him in his OWN POV is a little intimidating, but I'm mostly excited. I have a lot of thoughts for this series, and it's gonna be fun to explore them.
As for a schedule, I used to try to keep myself to one, and I've found that I have both a love/hate relationship with it. One the one hand, keeping a writing schedule is nice because it gives me a clear view of what I want to work on and an goal date to get it done, which is very nice for my ADHD brain.
BUT, on the other hand, when I start putting that pressure on myself to get it down, and I fail to actually reach that goal, it hits me pretty hard and it can take away my motivation and joy in writing the fic. It starts to feel more like a chore than a fun hobby I can do in my downtime.
Thankfully, I am DEEP in Hazbin Hotel hyperfixation, and the amazing feedback I've gotten from my fic's is certainly fueling my motivation. So thanks to everyone leaving kudos and comments! It's seriously so helpful and I cherish ever single one of them.
If I had to give an estimate for when the next installment of the series will drop, I'd say either at the end of this week, or the beginning/middle of next week. I have an unrelated AppleRadio one-shot I want to bust out before I work on the next installment, and that one I'm going to try and post by Thursday or Friday.
To quote out favorite Radio Demon,
~Stay Tuned
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Shun the Light - Ch. 12 - Absolution
Slow Burn | Refuge | Decision | Mend | Hunger | Thin Mints | The Garden | Philip | Moments | Full Moon pt 1 | Full Moon pt 2 | Tend |
Author's Notes: shoutout to the anon who remembered that Matteo's shoulder is dislocated before I did
Content Warnings: werewolf whump, vampire caretaker, dislocated shoulder (and putting it back in place), severe pain, guilt, angst, biting, drinking blood, anesthesia by way of vampire
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Swirling shapes in Matteo's blurred vision slowly materialize into the coffered ceiling above. He stares at it for a long time. Not thinking, not feeling, just admiring the intricate pattern.
It is a newly familiar sight - the ceiling of the bedroom he has been allowed to stay in for a month now.
But...maybe not for much longer.
He closes his eyes and begins to drift off again...
Feeling returns like a blow to the gut.
"Wh- hah - ah - AGH!!"
A sharp spasm sends white hot pain shooting down his arm and up his neck. Matteo grits his teeth, holds his throbbing shoulder and breathes rapidly in and out through a surge of dizzy nausea.
In an instant Dante is by his side. He takes Matteo's wrist and carefully bites down, the slight pinch made less painful and more comforting by the knowledge that relief will follow.
"Wait," he pants, feebly batting at Dante's face, "stop..."
Dante goes still. Then the fangs pull free from his skin as cautiously as when they pierced it. He licks away the forming beads of blood.
"Matteo," he says calmly, "let me do this."
"I need...to talk to you..."
"You need to rest."
"Please!"
Dante stares at him.
"...fuck." He sits back in his chair and pushes his long hair back from his face. "You don't even need hypnosis."
Matteo catches his breath. He pulls himself together enough to look Dante in the eye.
"I'm sorry."
Dante's expression softens. "Matteo...we can talk about this when you feel better."
His tone is so gentle it brings tears to his eyes.
"I should have told you. You deserved to know what was staying under your roof. I knowingly put you in danger."
"Matteo - "
"It was so nice to just feel normal for a little while," he admits. "I thought if you knew it would ruin everything, but I ruined everything anyway."
Dante is quiet, processing the confession. He doesn't look angry - he looks hurt, which feels even worse. When he finally speaks his words are considered and careful.
"You know what I am. You know I'm not normal. Didn't you think I would understand?"
Matteo blinks quickly and feels a lump form in his throat. His emotions are always heightened in the days immediately following a full moon, and pain isn't helping.
"Yeah. I know. I know. It's not that I thought you wouldn't. I thought - I sort of thought - um - " Matteo groans and covers his face with his good hand. "God, this is going to sound so stupid."
Dante waits. Doesn't rush him.
"I guess I thought vampires and werewolves were enemies. That's what happens in all the books and movies right? What if we're supposed to hate each other?"
Dante has a strange look on his face. The hurt is gone, replaced with relief and subtle amusement.
"Did you know that in some stories, vampires can also turn into wolves?"
"Really? So...can you?"
"No, I can't. And if that version isn't true, then maybe the version where we hate each other isn't either."
If Matteo only knew how someday he would look back on those words as the moment his heart belonged to Dante.
And it is that same moment when his shoulder decides to twinge. He squeezes his eyes shut and hisses.
Dante moves to the edge of the bed and gingerly feels over the injured area.
"How did I miss this?" he mutters, "It's dislocated. Hold on..."
Matteo whines when Dante's cool hands disappear to grab a book from the nightstand and flip through it. He closes his eyes, bites his lip and suffers in silence while Dante reads.
"I think I can fix it. But only if you let me numb you."
Matteo nods in frantic agreement. "Yes. Yes, okay."
Those hands return, cradling Matteo's hurting arm. Then fangs puncture the skin and a cool numbing sensation bursts from them and spreads over him like a soothing breeze. Matteo lets out a long sigh.
"Have a snack while you're there," he offers drowsily.
Dante must be thirsty if he acquiesces so quickly. When he pulls his fangs a way a moment later, he's licking blood from his lips.
"What does it taste like?"
"You really want to know?"
"Yeah, sure."
"It's hard to describe. But I guess the closest thing I can think of is...like warm tea with honey."
He doesn't know what he expected, but it wasn't that.
"Wow," he whispers. "That might be the nicest thing anyone has ever said bout me."
Dante chuckles and Matteo regrets his eyes being closed before he can see it. He positions his hands on Matteo's arm and shoulder.
"Here goes nothing...one, two..."
Matteo shudders when his shoulder pops back into place but feels little more than a dull ache. He wants to say thank you but his thoughts turn to fog and the patterns on the ceiling fade away.
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butmakeitgayblog · 3 months
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Any new headcanons brewing in your head after seeing Alycia at the AACTA
Not... entirely
But I've had thoughts. Bear with me.
I'm not even remotely the person to write something like this at all, but it definitely did have me thinking of a SORT OF SHOEH-esque type fic. Something involving them being closeted and in Hollywood. Getting their flowers for their talent and being in love, but having to keep it quiet their entire careers. I've seen some fics along this line here and there, but inevitably in the fic, one or both eventually come out on stage or something.
Which is great! That's a lovely and hopeful ending.
But also....
Not entirely realistic.
Or even half as heartwrenching.
"Well yeah jesus fuck, why do you want sad shit Andi, why are you always such a glutton for punishment and literary pain?"
Well I'll tell you why: cuz... shut up
Idk it just got me thinking of Clexa as two Hollywood starlets on kind of differing ends of the spectrum of Hollywood that in the public eye are generally never really thought about together.
Lexa tends to do more gritty work, a lot more indie films. Dark threaded moody pieces and emotional roles, not generally thought of as box office fodder, but pretty much always a contender at awards season. Sleeper hits, you get me. Things like that. She definitely has a well known name, but she's selective in her work and that gains her a lot of respect with fans, even if they have to sometimes wait 2-3 years between projects. Because whatever she signs on for, it's pretty much always really fucking good. Whereas Clarke is more of a mainstream girly. She does a decently broad spectrum of films, but they're by and large always ones with bigger budgets, bigger release dates, more screens. It's not that they're not quality pictures, it's just that Clarke likes to work a broad range of things. One year she's in a comedy, the next a period piece, the next action. There's no real labeling her career.
And most importantly, they're both very, very straight.
At least, their personas are.
Alexandria is a smoky eyed femme fatale who leaves all the men eating out of the palm of her hand. Very "Look but don't touch" attitude that adds to her allure, to her mystery, despite her always being attached to leading man's arm. Miss Griffin is the picture of buxom Hollywood glam that every guy has on the List. Known for leaving a string of broken hearted men in her wake with little more than a cheek kiss-stained in signature red lipstick
Lexa and Clarke though?
Lexa and Clarke are two friends who have been deeply in love and committed to each other for the better part of 5 years.
They love each other in secret because that's what they feel like they have to do. They have two seperate houses with two separate addresses, and only one bed they actually sleep in.
It only really burns on the big nights, which I think would be an interesting oneshot. Just a glimpse into their life and what it feels like in that moment. The night when all their work and their sacrifices are being honored. Because even though, yes, they do play the part of friends and manage to sit near each other, it's not the same. It's not the same when they can't get ready together or even show up in the same car. When they have to remind themselves not to lean into each other too often, or even reach for the others hand to calm their nerves.
When one wins, they walk up alone without a hug or kiss from the only person who actually matters. They thank their families and their friends and their management that they can barely stand half the time, and remind themselves to smile like it's the happiest moment of their life even though at least half it all feels like a lie. Because yeah, they get lonely in the months when projects and shooting schedules pull them to opposite sides of the globe... but somehow those months never feel quite as lonely as being in a room filled with people who act like they adore you, while the love of your life sits quietly with her own "date" half an aisle away
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lotus-pear · 5 months
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WHAT IS CHUUYA SINGING /GEN
ANON........ ARE YOU FORREAL.....?? HAVE YOU NEVER HEARD ONCE UPON A DECEMBER???? FROM ANASTASIA??????
LISTEN TO IT. RN (x)
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itspileofgoodthings · 1 month
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I am obsessed with The Alchemy because it IS the TikTok parody song everyone else was writing making fun of her for but it’s good
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mabelsguidetolife · 2 months
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yesterday i was talking to my dad about how i don’t like to ask for things because i’m already a brat and he was like “how????” and i was like “i dunno i just don’t do anything right” and then he was like
“you know, your mom used to guilt-trip you so bad when you were little that every other word out of your mouth was ‘sorry’….. it was horrible and i’m really sorry about that, i shouldn’t have let her do that to you”
and it’s true; she would heap adult levels of guilt onto me from the time i was like five and i still have a lot of trouble with self-confidence and reaching out and not apologizing just for my existence
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bakubunny · 1 month
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My Darling Bunny,
I finally have time to sit down and write to you as you’re past overdue for receiving something from me. Every time I sit down and tell myself to write it, my hand seems to seize and refuse the action entirely. It’s a mental block that slows my pen, because my heart swells with emotions too vast to contain within mere words. How can I express the depth of my love for you, the way you've woven yourself into every fiber of my being, filling my days with joy and my nights with warmth? How does one fully articulate that feeling into words, tait the ink with same admiration I have for you that is coursing through my veins? Should I dot my I’s and slash my T’s in the same rhythmic tempo that keeps my blood pumping so you could see every spike of adrenaline I feel when you so much as look at me.
From the moment our eyes first met, I knew that you were someone special, someone who would change my life in ways I could never have imagined. Your smile, like the sun breaking through the clouds after a storm, has brought light and happiness into my world, illuminating even the darkest corners. So sweet and honey-coated, a juxtaposition to myself, enough sugar to give me a toothache but I’d keep a special treat like you near by just to savor on my tongue.
With each passing day, my love for you grows stronger, deeper, more profound. It is a love that transcends time and space, a love that knows no bounds. It couldn’t be bottled even if I tried, but if I could, I’d cork this feeling and store it somewhere safe to brew and ferment into something that much more perfect so that one day I could pour you out a glass. You are my rock, my anchor, my lighthouse, leading me through life's tumultuous seas with grace and courage. Beautiful, strong, too good for me but bad just the same with the way you could compel me to do anything with just a delicate touch of your hand. I’m a fool, true, and if your words were a siren’s song I’d fall for it every time.
So here I am, pouring out my heart to you since it has been awhile since my last note, hoping that I can yet again try to convey even a fraction of the love and adoration that I feel for you. You are my everything, my reason for being, and I am eternally grateful to have you in my life.
Forever and always,
—Shota 🐇
my dearest shota,
to hear from you on a day such as this fills my heart with joy. i’ve missed you so terribly much that it’s hard to express in words. i wish i could craft for you a letter just as beautiful as the one you’ve given me, but i don’t know that i ever could. though my little note pales in comparison, i know you will love it nonetheless.
your love is like sunshine in the spring; it’s warm and it seeps down into the places of my heart i often dare not go. your subtle kindness has given a fickle, anxious heart like mine a resting place. no longer do i flit to and fro like a bird without a nest. you are the one i trust, the one i cling to when i’m all but ready to run and hide. you are a refuge when i seek shelter, the one my soul knows best. you are the one i long for, the one i ache to be near when the world grows dim.
though it’s not readily seen to the rest of the world, your tender heart is what draws me in more than anything else. i find myself yearning for your gaze, your smile, your presence every moment of my days because of it. your patience in loving me proves to me each and every day that you are a remarkable man. your quiet dedication to showing your love for me in all circumstances has transformed my heart in ways i never could have fathomed.
you are my beloved. you are my closest friend. i couldn’t dream of walking through life with anyone else.
with love,
bunny ♡
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euphor1a · 1 year
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to the boyfriend i want so hopelessly but will never have, happy birthday milove ♡
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#gyugyu 🐶#hiiii ! yes this is the mandatory ‘it’s my ult bias day’ sappy ass long delulu message from aleyna 💌#so pls proceed with caution bc once i start talking it’ll get ... yeah. anyway#happy mingoo day everyone 🥺🥺#he the loml 💖 (... one of many but let’s not talk about that *cough*)#i just love him so much :((#the giant puppy boy who stole my heart and never gave it back 😭😞#also he’s literally the most boyfriend to ever boyfriend?????? it’s so unfair ☹️#just another day of not having mangyu 😔... what is life#do you know the feeling when you like look at someone and your heart starts swelling in your chest so much that it hurts??#that’s exactly how i feel whenever i look at mingyu 🥺! i appreciate and love every little thing about him so much i :(( can’t explain#he’s soooooo comfort shaped i love him 😞. god. wanna pepper kisses all over his face and tell him how happy he makes me and#how precious he is and how i’d actually commit arson for him 😭#also wanna kith those pretty moles 🥺🤏🏼 nnnnnnnn#why so babie if so huge 😔 he’s literally a giant puppy baby ashtsjjdhk GOD#when he laughs/giggles >>>>>>>>>!! my heart is hurting so BAD i’m so fond of him 😭😭😭#every now and then i find myself going; SIR WHY ARE U DOING THIS ARE U WILLING TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR MY POOR HEART??#like loving him literally unlocked a whole new spectrum of emotions for me idk how to explain this like a sane person#in short this is like. the most fucking delulu i’ve ever been in my life 💀? or at least it feels like it...#😩 just one chance PLS!!! PLS I BEG!!!! :(( i’m so down bad it’s SO BAD#a very brainrot inducing man (the type i always fall for 😔?! started seeing the patterns hhhhh)#the amount of love my little body holds for him is insane 😷 (little in comparison to him btw... i’m generic female height 👾)#loving mingoo feels like a rainy night where you’re cuddling with your loved one under a blankie; about to fall asleep bc of how cozy u are#i wish words were enough to express how i feel about this man... but it really isn’t 😕!#he just means a lot to me okay?#he’s everything and beyond 💓 i love him like my whole life depends on it (although i’m like that for several people)#not my fault that my heart is so fucking big and it has separate places to store everyone i adore 💖#happy bday babylove 🥺 i hope your day is filled with the happiest of moments and you can celebrate properly 💕#it’s so sad that you’ll never know how much you mean to this random girl on the other side of the world :/#i’m so done for aren’t i? took like 40 minutes to type and everything... sigh. i love him so bad </3
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how did Mikey way’s weird hermit older brother who lived in a basement and spent time creating comics and playing dnd become one of the most captivating and commanding and charismatic lead singers of all time, like who could have seen that coming or even expected that to happen, we are so damn lucky that of all the possible outcomes and multiverse options that could have happened, we are living right now in the universe in which My Chemical Romance exists!!! and not only exists but fucking came back from the fucking dead I’m never going to stop crying over this and I have literally been forever changed because of them
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hairtusk · 8 months
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akai-anna · 23 days
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me, every time shinichi talks, my heart swelling with emotion: I LOVE HIM😭❤️💕💗
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cxremedy · 4 months
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favorite lc! song and whyyyy
i feel like it changes from time to time depending on my mood or if a certain song is stuck in my head. but i think allez les blues is my all-time favorite still. sticking by it. it's my most listened to track for a reason, i suppose.
as for the whyyyy... i am terrible at being introspective (or whatever) about my interests when given the chance to talk about them. it's awful. but i dunno, i like the lyrics. i like the vocals, especially kim's (i believe it's kim singing, yes?). i like the instrumentals. it makes my ears happy.
also, to me, i feel like there's something inherently petty about the song. i love the attitude behind it.
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itspileofgoodthings · 2 months
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Reread blue walls the other day accidentally and in many ways through my English teacher lens it’s Not Good but man the last scene/ending SLAPS
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