#because I’m void

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

Begging swifties to understand that Taylor didn’t write reputation and Lover with the knowledge of how the relationship was going to end and that trying to “excavate” those albums for evidence to prove a specific theory as to why it ended is not how they should be viewed. Taylor wrote those songs feeling a very specific way because that’s what she was experiencing and she is now reflecting on them with hindsight and relates to them differently than when she first created them. These conflicting emotions can exist; how she views it now doesn’t diminish how she felt about it when she first released it.

#taylor swift #don’t know if I’m expressing myself as properly and as articulate as I’d like #but both of the emotions she’s feeling about the songs can coexist #like little lover can still be a love song that’s what it was for her for a while #but she can also look back and say ‘oh maybe this wasn’t the best’ but it doesn’t void what it was originally #like I keep seeing things like oh she wrote this lyric in lover about him not showing up and it’s like no that’s not right #like yes you can see her underlying anxieties and fears in those songs because she was open about them #it doesn’t mean she predicted how it would end #there was a point in time where she thought this man was the one and would write about feeling that way

[braxiatel]

Something about Grian lasting months before he tried to summon Mumbo and Mumbo lasting less than a week without Grian before he tried the same. Something about Mumbo repeatedly trying to get Scar to help him do so.

#they’m… love each other #care even #I don’t have a point yet it’s late im sleepy #hermitcraft #hermitcraft spoilers #Grian #mumbo jumbo #GoodTimesWithScar #gtws #mumscarian #grumbo #redscape #mumscar #hermitshipping #not explicitly but implicit because that’s what I’m reading into it with my little hermitshippy eyes #the void collection

[sublimeinal-messages]

I thought I’d doodle a white violin Viktor

#putting this here because I’m in an artblock and this is just sketchy enough i can throw it into the void #viktor #viktor hargreeves #the white violin #the umbrella academy #tua #fanart #myart #tua fanart

[somnas-writes]

something that’s been on my mind since I watched FHFY is that Prom is usually limited to Upperclassmen. At least at my school, only Juniors and Seniors can go to prom.

So the Bad Kids crashed prom in all senses; they weren’t supposed to be there cause they were in jail, them saving their families, and because they’re Freshman.

#I’m thinking about it #because what if that was the rat grinders origin for hating the bad kids #you’re a freshman working had to power up when you hear that another group of freshman crashed prom and killed the vice principal #who was an evil dragon and that NOBODY ELSE stopped to try and fight it #this group of randos have more courage than you ever could #somnas.rambles #fantasy high freshman year #fantasy high #dropout #this might be wrong #I’m screaming into the void #somnas.writes

[flowercrowngods]

🤍 also on ao3

It’s just past 3am when Steve finally caves and reaches for the phone on his night stand. His fingers are trembling slightly as he dials Eddie’s number — he knows it by heart even though he never called before. Eddie gave it to him a few weeks ago, making him promise that he’d call if he ever needed to talk.

“Any time of day or night, alright, Harrington? Call me whenever.”

And so that’s what he’s doing now, feeling strangely vulnerable about it. There’s no way Eddie’s gonna pick up. He’s gonna wake him. He’s gonna keep him from his sleep, possibly even interrupting one of the few nightmare-less nights he has.

Steve feels guilty the very second the dial tone meets the silence of his room, his chest heavy, eyes closed. Part of him hopes that Eddie won’t pick up the phone, that he’s in deep enough sleep to miss the call, that he’ll come into Family Video tomorrow and smile at Steve like he always does, none the wiser.

But, miraculously, amazingly, unfortunately, Eddie does pick up the phone. Rather immediately, at that.

“Yeah?” He sounds sleepy, and Steve’s heart falls immediately. He can’t get his mouth to work, only holding the phone to his ear, soaking up Eddie’s sleepy voice and trying to replace the guilt, the weakness, the heaviness of another sleepless night. “Hello?”

Steve remains silent. Can’t quite get the words to work. Fucking figures.

“Stevie? It’s you, isn’t it?”

He nods, stupidly, before saying, “Yeah. Sorry.”

“Hey now, what the hell do you have to be sorry for?” There’s shuffling on the other side and Steve imagines that Eddie is sitting up now, settling in to listen to the sob story of the nightmare Steve had without even falling asleep first. He does that sometimes. Doctor Owens has a fancy term for it, but Steve doesn’t want a label for his insanity. Because if there’s a label, that means it’s nothing special — and that’s kinda the only thing he has left.

But he doesn’t tell Eddie anything about that. Maybe one day. If he sticks around. Gods, but Steve hopes he does.

“If you’re sorry for calling me,” Eddie continues, his voice impossibly soft, “you don’t gotta be that. It’s fine. It’s why you have this number, alright? I’m here.” There’s more silence for a moment, but it’s the kind of silence that leaves him room to breathe. Eddie is good at that kind of silence, despite the fact that he talks so much all the time.

Maybe it’s the constant talking that makes the silences all the more significant.

“What do you need, Stevie?” Eddie asks then, and Steve hides under his blanket, the phone pressed to his ear. “I could come over. Or you could come over, I don’t really care either way.”

“No. Don’t wanna move. And…” No company, he wants to say, but the words get stuck in his throat. Sometimes company and kindness make the bad times worse. They make it more real, and what Steve needs is for everything to be a little less real. Maybe that’s why he’s calling Eddie. There’s no way that boy with his doe eyes and his wide smiles and his gentle voice in the middle of the night is real.

“Alright, I got it.” Eddie breathes deeply on the other end and Steve remembers that that’s a good idea actually, so he follows Eddie’s breath for a while.

“Can we just…” He trails off. Gives up on finding words, cringing at himself, glad that Eddie can’t see him like this.

“Can we what, hm?”

Steve shakes his head and remains silent, knows that his voice will sound anything but strong when he opens his mouth, and every second Eddie doesn’t hear what a mess he is, is important.

“I’m bad at this,” is what he settles on, closing his eyes against the world inside and outside his blanket.

“At what? Sleep? Words?”

Yes, and yes. But it’s not what he means. “Asking for things. I’m not good at that.”

“Hey, neither am I,” Eddie says and it sounds like he’s smiling. Steve imagines it and he hopes, oh he hopes that Eddie is smiling. “Y’know how I told you to call me whenever? That was essentially me just asking for you to call me. To know that… that I’m here.”

“I do,” Steve says quietly, and his body is sort of trembling with the confession. “I do know that.”

“Good,” Eddie breathes. “So what do you need?”

Steve sighs and pretends he’s somewhere else, pretends he’s in a world where asking is easy, where being known comes naturally and not with shaking voice and trembling hands. Pretends Eddie knows him already.

“Can we just… Fall asleep like this? Talking, I mean, though I don’t even know if I have things to say. The silence is more important anyway. You’re good at those, did you know?”

A light chuckle comes from Eddie, and Steve smiles along with it. “I’m good at silences? Me, Eddie Munson? You sure you don’t have the wrong number?”

“Very.” It’s all Steve says, and then it’s Eddie who’s quiet— as if to prove his point.

“Yeah, Stevie,” he says after a beat, his voice making Steve shiver. “We can fall asleep like this. Do you need me to talk to you, or…?”

He considers briefly, but he already knows the answer. He doesn’t need Eddie to talk. Just needs him to be there.

“Nah. Just… Just be there?”

There’s a hum now — the same kind of hum that Eddie always does right before giving him that secret smile of his, when he’s about to touch Steve or give him a new pet name. Sometimes, when the door to Family Video falls shut behind Eddie and Steve is left to deal with his fluttering heart, he likes to believe that this him has been placed into the universe with his name to it.

He wonders if Eddie knows. If the hum tastes like his name, if it makes Eddie’s heart flutter just as much.

“Hey Stevie?” Eddie interrupts their silence after a while and Steve can’t fight the smile on his lips.

“Yeah?”

“Did you know that otters hold hands at night so they don’t drift away from each other in their sleep?” He waits for a moment, allowing for a reaction, leaving another silence for him to claim. He does, but only with a smile as he grips the phone tighter, imagining it to be Eddie’s hand. “This sorta feels like that.”

The trembling that hasn’t really stopped is back now, the air heavy with implications and possibilities. Steve swallows.

“You keeping me from drifting away, Munson?”

“I hope so.”

It’s whispered words across the lines, crossing lines and blurring them. It’s taking his breath away, replacing it with something else, something new, something he has only felt when they were alone, but never this intense. He fills his lungs with it.

“Hey Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

More whispers, more greedy lungfuls of this something new.

“Is it bad that I kinda wanna hold your hand now?”

A beat, a sigh, a careful breath. It makes Steve think that the air in Eddie’s room is sizzling too, heavy and light at the same time. Maybe it’s just as addictive.

“Only if it’s bad that I’m kinda imagining yours in mine right now.”

Steve shakes his head again and doesn’t feel stupid about it now. “I don’t think that’s bad,” he whispers.

“Good.”

Maybe whispers are their new language. Maybe everything else is too harsh for this fragile thing, maybe the world outside Steve’s blanket isn’t ready to see the smile on his face or hear the rapid beat of his heart. He doesn’t mind.

“Tomorrow. Can I hold your hand tomorrow?”

“What do you mean, Stevie, you’re already holding it.” And there’s that smile again that makes Steve huff out the softest of chuckles, hiding his face in his pillow to ground himself against this heady feeling. “Yeah, you can hold it tomorrow, but only if I can hold yours, how’s that sound?”

“Sounds perfect, Eds,” Steve says, just louder than a whisper, and he waits with bated breath if anyone out there in the universe heard, if their bubble would burst.

But it doesn’t. Eddie only murmurs a sweet, soft, “Can’t wait.” And then there’s only silence because they’re both smiling, hearts racing, hands trembling around the phantom touch of warm fingers. They fall asleep like that soon after.

#steddie #steddie fluff #steddie fic #stranger things #stranger things fic #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #oh look dio wrote another story between 3 and 4am :) #but it’s fluff this time!!! real fluff!!! i’m evolving yall #dio words #i can’t even check the word count because i wrote this all in the tumblr app sorry #okay so apparently it’s 1.4k words so let’s all just keep in mind i wrote this in just under an hour at the asscrack of void hours so. yeah

[tiny-cloud-of-flowers]

Hello, everyone! I have a quick request to make!

Please interact with this post if you’re doing F/Ovember this year! (2023)

(This can be a like, a reply, or a reblog - it’s up to you!)

For those looking for fellow selfshippers taking part, or who just want to send people asks for the event, look no further than the notes of this post! I hope that everyone has a lovely time, no matter how they participate ^-^

(anyone is welcome to interact with this post, as long as my DNI is respected!)

#I’m going to be using this as a resource for making sure I’ve sent people things if that's alright #(and for clarity's sake: I send asks from flowering-darkness because that is my primary blog) #but others are welcome to use it as a starting point too! #I just figured that one post might be easier to refer to than a big list of promos or anything #as these can be easy to miss sometimes! #either way though I hope that everyone enjoys the month~ #heart of the void #selfshipping #selfshipping events #F/Ovember #F/Ovember 2023 #the event itself is organised by cherry-bomb-ships!

[slytherinslut0]

Okay so like i’m very close to a certain follower milestone and i was thinking that maybe…perhaps…if anyone was like interested or even cared or whatever… i could possibly write that particular orgy fic that yall have been waiting for…you know to like, celebrate or something. 👀

#i’m speaking into the void here #let me know your thoughts #six men at once will not be easy #like that’s a challenge of a lifetime #which is why i’ve been putting it off #but i’d do it for yall #because fuck i love you

[kindlythevoid]

One of the best parts of Fellowship of the Ring is finding out about Aragorn and Bilbo’s friendship. Like I’ve seen people talk about how they collaborated on the song together, but I have yet to see people talk about this:

“[Bilbo] turned to Strider. ‘Where have you been, my friend? Why weren’t you at the feast? The Lady Arwen was there.’”

Bilbo Baggins, The Fellowship of the Ring pg. 261

Like. Bilbo was definitely one of Aragorn/Arwen’s chief shippers and no one can change my mind about that.

#Help I forgot their ship name #aragorn x arwen #but anyway Bilbo and Aragorn is an underrated friendship that needs to be brought up more #Especially since Bilbo is actually one of the closest in age to Aragorn in Rivendell #only like 40 years apart #As compared to the couple thousand years of Elladan and Elrohir #you can’t tell me those two didn’t bond over the crazy shit in the last ~hundred years they lived through #or that Bilbo didn’t use “well I’m older” at least once in conversation with him #because Bilbo’s a little shit and has to remind Aragorn that he’s the youngest guy there before the Fellowship and the Council #just imagine Bilbo watching Aragorn and Arwen skirt around each other for 17 years bc they have to wait until Aragorn’s king to get married #kiki re-re-re-reads the lord of the rings #just yelling into the void #the lord of the rings #aragorn #bilbo baggins #arwen undomiel #the fellowship of the ring #tolkien quotes #quotes

[hellneedsaruler]

There’s just something about how by the end for Arthur to play the role he needed to play , be the once and future king who would unite Albion and rule justly, he had to learn to be gentle to be softer and kinder and more compassionate .

And he had to learn it from Merlin . The person who in order to become Arthur’s protector had to learn to be Ruthless . He had to be cold blooded , merciless and vicious to keep Arthur safe .

#idk if fate intended this for Merlin #or if Merlin willingly chose so #because he always had that feral desperate kind of fierce protectiveness towards the things he loves #either way #i wanna cry #i’m in my FEELS #you don’t understand the irony #ig the two sides of the same coin always have to balanced #i just #fate was so so so cruel to Merlin #I’m crying #i feel like this needs to be a post of minimum 15 paragraphs when it’s my turn with the braincell #bbc merlin #merlin #arthur pendragon #merthur #screaming into the tumblr void #random thoughts #rewatching merlin

[saphira-approves]

I’d love to know Rhünon’s thoughts on how Riders name their swords. Does she have a no-judgement policy? Did Vrael have to sit her down for a chat when her bluntness reduced twelve new Riders into tears because of their terrible name choices? I mean, just look at Brom and Morzan:

Morzan: I name this blade Misery, for misery it shall bring to all my enemies!

Brom: And I’ll name mine Void-biter, for its edge carries the bite of death!

Rhünon, bribed copiously by Vrael to keep her thoughts to herself: Who let these edgelords have dragons—

#inheritance cycle #brom (inheritance cycle) #morzan (inheritance cycle) #rhünon (inheritance cycle) #rhunon (inheritance cycle) #yeah in case you didn’t know undbitr means void-biter. if i’d known this at 12 years old i’d have been much more obsessed with brom. #hmmmm i could write something about that actually #how eragon and murtagh name/rename their blades to be positive #while their fathers named their swords so negatively #and how eragon never even SEES undbitr because it’s lost #while murtagh has to/chooses to carry that legacy of misery and make something better of it #something something eragon was sheltered from the darkness of his own history while murtagh is almost smothered by it #it’s little things like this that remind me why i’m obsessed with these books

[dyspunktional-revan]

When I am treated “like a child” because of my disabilities the thing fucking isn’t that they “should treat me as adult” the thing is they shouldn’t fucking treat actual children and youth like that

#leviathan.txt #no spoons rn to write out another related thing so ig I’ll just yell into the void this thing that other people have already talked about > #almost in these exact words because I’m pissed #ageism #adultism #adult supremacy #disability #ableism #actuallyautistic #actually autistic #pseriouslyschizospectrum #developmentally disabled #physically disabled #swearing cw #leviathan yells at folkel #umbrella tag: age

[kacievvbbbb]

@giurochedadomani is the one that put me on the idea. But in a world were Rayleigh is Mihawk’s father despite the tragedy I’m sure this would hold (which I probably will talk about when the gods see got to bless me with articulation) it is also comedic gold.

Because Rayleigh is an extremely powerful man he also dresses like a bum and he’s probably where Shanks learned it from and Mihawk will forever resent him for introducing Shanks to sandals.

He’d also probably really hate that Roger, ROGER, has more style than his dad. And he does with that red coat red hat combo. And the fact that when we saw them younger Rayleigh was still dressed like a bum while tiger was rocking a classic black jacket blue jeans look. This indignity alone might actually kill him

He’s also probably call him Rayleigh, not dad, not pops, occasionally he’ll cal him Father (mostly when he was younger) and there will be a dedicated vein in Rayleigh head that throbs every-time he does this.

Also Rayleigh will look at 43 year old, greatest swordsman in the world Mihawk and call him out on being a brat and it will take everything that Mihawk has plus Shanks begging him, to stop him from running the man through.

But he’d also get seriously offended if anyone implied that they were surprised they were related.

#my headcannon is that young Mihawk is just Damian Wayne but somehow much worse #it’s funny because I���m pretty sure that in a situation where he’s not his dad Rayleigh’d probably be his preferred Roger pirate #Rayleigh is also the type of dad to go out of his way to embarrass his kids and thts just not good for Mihawk’s health #being Rayleigh’s son would also put him in consistent contact with the Roger pirates #and that is also a threat to his health #it’s also a threat to Buggy and Shanks’s health #because Shanks would do increasingly insane things to try and impress him #and Mihawk just hates that fucking clown #dark king rayleigh #silvers rayleigh #dracule mihawk #akataka #akagami no shanks #one piece #mishanks #throwing thoughts to the void #red hair shanks

[lycancrow]

thoughts/theory about The Neon Void >:)))

@sugarpasteltmnt

spoilers for ch. 21

void’s fighting style mimics that of the krang in it’s mech. this makes sense, as he doesn’t have his swords, and the parasite likely affects his instincts.

void not fighting using swords was a very good choice imo, as his family would most definitely have recognized him by the way he fought.

even when he gets his sword back, he doesn’t get the chance to fight while using it. instead, he slashes open a portal, and then subsequently spends the rest of the fight trying to close it.

i feel like this fact really adds to the identity reveal and the distinction between void and leo: he tries to fight as void while using leo’s sword. this dissonance is physically manifested as a veritable black hole of a portal; a void.

and if he doesn’t close it, get rid of the void, his family will die. he has to act as leo in order to do this.

if that ain’t foreshadowing, idk what is.

i suspect that, in some way, his actions as void (possibly due to the crazed state that we last saw him in) will again put his family in danger. whether the danger is the krang or something else, idk.

in order to save them, he’ll have to save himself first; he’ll need to banish the void back to where it came from.

however, void is his coping mechanism. as long as he is void, he doesn’t have to process all of that trauma. leo, in his own words, is weak. a waste of space. i suspect that it’ll be a hard battle to get him to accept that he has to go back.

what’s more important to him? his family: the people he survived 5 years in hell for? or, his own self destruction: the thing that comforted him in that darkness. the thing that keeps him from falling apart?

anyways, this is just a theory. A GAME THEORY !!

#the neon void #tnv chapter 21 spoilers #rottmnt au #rottmnt leo #i hope this makes sense #i kinda made this up on the spot lol #i didn’t even intend to write a theory when i started this post #but it felt like it all clicked while i was thinking abt void’s fighting style #this could either be gibberish or pure theorist genius #i can’t tell which #probably because i’m high #also i hope i’m not overstepping by making guesses abt the rest of the fic #just for clarification: this was written due to my very excited brainworms for this fic #regardless of the accuracy of this theory i will love whatever sugarpastel writes <3

[iersei]

Day 1: Trust

with blind faith, i place myself in the palm of your hands

~ Marcy March Prompts

#amphibia #marcy wu #king andrias #technically #marchy2023 #hi what’s up i’m doing another month long challenge because i have no impulse control <3 #tossing my art into the void

[sticksbug]

I think one of the brilliant things about BITB is the fact that it’s a perfect balance of horror and comedy. You’re able to laugh and feel safe bc this is familiar, it’s 4 guys you’ve been watching for a while and you know their dynamic so of course they’re gonna make funny character interactions. But then you hear Charlie kinda pause, and the players go silent as Charlie describes something so well, making it hard not to visualize something so horrible. The music shifts and you know something’s going to happen. Something’s going to happen and you don’t know why.

#bitb #jrwi bitb #jrwi show #jrwi #I had to write this all out #because it has been rattling in my brain #and I’m so unsettled as I listen to episode 3 #I had to turn it off so I could focus on my hw #and not be scared #sticks screams into the void

[frnkiebby]

speaking of ‘AND’👀~🎃

#so………. #he needs to pull up his goddamn pants because he IS going to legitimately kill me #like i’m already grave posting over the theme today #but i’m going to be fucking…… #void posting or compost posting #whatever is beyond grave posting #i’m gonna be there soon #bc christ #Frank’s Tummy #frnkiebby #frank iero #mcr #frnkiero #frnkie #mcrmy #mcr5 #my chemical romance #my chem #ilhsm