travis matagot just -- the very concept of him unlocks something deep and feral in my brain, even aside from all the changeling stuff. an angel looked upon you once as a child and, after seeing every possible thread and pathway of the man you will grow into one day, said 'I see no sin here' even as its holy flames consumed your screaming parents and the town around you. that angel, having stumbled head over heels to earth after killing god, later deliberately loses their name to you in a card game so the eyes of heaven can't find them. you and the angel have proceeded to annoy the everloving FUCK out of each other for centuries because you just keep. bumping. into each other!!!! through the power of like Narrative and also simply being two of the only people who've even been around that long. you've kept their name for them this whole time and never breathed a word of it, even though they seemingly never even explained why they wanted to lose it in the first place. you've sworn to die together or not at all.
what if you met an eldritch horror as a child and then became their best (and most irritating) friend/life partner/frenemy/perpetual thorn in their side (affectionate). I'm obsessed with this idea of being divinely judged as unworthy of damnation so early in your life and having to have that in the back of your head forever even as your self-loathing and trauma start piling up over the centuries and you have done so many shitty things along the way. like. is he trying to prove them wrong. is that part of his whole thing about trying to escape the narrative. or is it to prove that 'no actually awful things happen to me because I'm awful, you got it wrong from the start (fuck you btw)' because at least that feels like a choice, like some kind of control to hold on to? what is going on here travis. what the fuck
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I just saw that in a different post, not the one you are referring to. One of the gold stars was saying (in so many words) that the peace ring is an engagement ring, and she linked to posts that went more into detail. But left out the fact that Harry stopped wearing the peace ring last year. She's one that preaches 'never broke up/they're still together' so I'm sure there is an excuse somewhere, like Louis is looking after it. It's really ironic. By the way in the Harry wax work he is wearing the peace ring because he wore the ring on that day to the MP premiere, it wasn't randomly added. Interestingly I think that was the last time he wore it.
Yeah, idk who made the masterpost, there's probably more than one, tbh, but it's wilde to me, the whole fingers-in-ears lalalalalalalala moment about its rather obvious absence (and occasional reappearance, just to prove it's not lost or anything)
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ik it’s 2 AM but in my defense i spent the past hour thinking about cough syrup and now should probably progress to the laying down and thinking about cough syrup part of my routine instead of just sitting up here two cotton balls against each elbow crying like a dumbass. so with that, goodnight everyone!!!
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Overwhelming yeses so um. Get ready Tuesday or smth bc dear god I have a lot 2 fix... And they r g3's which means HELL WORLD w the head removal
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Every conversation they have feels like walking through a minefield, though even that may be an understatement. You don't tend to feel love for the explosives that threaten to detonate and destroy your body and soul. Yet Bruce does love his son. Even with his always-armed fuses that could be tripped by the slightest movement it deems 'wrong' and nitroglycerine tongue spitting words that all but scream a desire to ignite then eviscerate everything Batman holds dear, Bruce loves Tim enough that braving the minefield is a foregone conclusion. He will do it because the alternative is never talking to his son again. Bruce would rather endure tonnes of tnt than experience the crushing nothingness of before.
^^^Is the most insane thing I've ever written and it's for my silly little writing challenge that has quickly evolved into something I can no longer contain my genuine enjoyment of writing. Like, oh my god I might be posting fic of this thing. I don't even like publishing my writing but I might just fucking do it at this point because jfc why do I have over 1,000 words of describing ONE RELATIONSHIP.
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I love my best friend... But sometimes she annoys me so much...
Instead of talking about her problems. Instead of trying to fix her problems. Instead of trying to solve her problems.
She now using alcohol as the solution. & she is fucking proud about that. & when I say something about that, she gets mad. Like sorry that I don't want you to get lost with it. Sorry that I care about you & your fucking liver. Sorry that I am trying to help you with your problem that doesn't involve alcohol... She knows my mother is/was (not I am not sure because I don't have contact with her) an alcoholic. But yeah alcohol is soooo cool... It makes me sleep & forgetting my problems :)
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my biology heart (gillion would have red blood because fish irl have red blood it just looks dark blue/black because of the way water bends light) is conflicting with my cool character design heart (gillion can have whatever the hell blood color looks the coolest because tritons dont exist in reql life) and its such a struggle
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