#gonna yeet myself

[sugar-coated-galaxies]

Got deadnamed by H&R Block 💖💖💖

#riot.txt #i hate taxes at the best of times #gonna yeet myself #(i am very much kidding)

[chaotictarlos]

😢😅

#gonna yeet myself #lmao #t talks #i'm okay

[jeysbaby]

Which one of you bitches didn't show me the video of Jey holding Bayley's chair and didn't let go until she sat down?

#jey uso #jimmy uso #the usos #i love him #main event jey uso #yeet #i’m gonna cry #i love my life #I really think it's time to finish myself #i hate him #I've been freaking out for about 30 minutes #In this video he was all gangsta but at the same time all cute

[dawntainbobbynash]

Oh. Oh we're absolutely getting the reverse version of this when Bobby is holding Athena up so she doesn't drown aren't we

#bc he's doing that. she's above him in every shot. #he's gonna let himself drown so she can live #excuse me i need to yeet myself off a cliff #911 #mine. #gifs #text #bobby #athena #bathena #911 spoilers

[mossdontknowwhattheydoin]

I'm gonna start fucking sobbing Tubbo and Fred got seperated AGAIN- AFTER WE THOUGHT FRED WAS DEAD EKSHWK

Cucurucho you bitch

#qsmp #qsmp fred #qsmp tubbo #qsmp frubbo #frubbo #I'm gonna yeet myself out a window #/hj

[spaceyderg]

Venom being curious on what Miguel's LED suit tastes like 🤔

#astv #venom symbiote #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #venom #my art #BTW this was the context behind the previous post 😅 #I saw them meet like once in the 2099 meets spiderman comic #not even gonna defend myself this ship is just my 2 faves together #one day I'll do panels not today thoooo #needed to yeet this idea out of my brain

[vampiresinforks]

🧛🏻buffysummers' vampire appreciation week🧛🏻

DAY III: favorite mythos:

The Twilight Saga - Sparkly Vampires

"Edward's skin literally sparkled, like thousands of tiny diamonds were embedded in the surface. He lay perfectly still in the grass, his shirt open over his sculpted, incandescent chest, his scintillating arms bare. His glistening, pale lavender lids were shut, though of course he didn't sleep. A perfect statue, carved in some unknown stone, smooth like marble, glittering like crystal."

#THIS IS A SPOOF POST #if anyone takes this seriously I'm gonna yeet myself out my (ground floor) window #I just thought the prompt was too perfect to pass it up #vamp appreciation week 2023 #edward cullen #the twilight saga #twilight #twilight renaissance #twilightedit #cinematv #dailyflicks #moviegifs #cinemapix #filmedit #filmgifs #tvandfilm #junkfooddaily #edward #t #*

[butmakeitgayblog]

Alycia promo for Saint X

#I'm gonna yeet myself into the sun #it's so nice to see her doing promos where she doesn't look dead inside 🥰 #I'm talking about you ftwd 😒 #look at those big beautiful GREY eyes ugh #missed that lik kangaroo🥹🥹🥹 #i wanna lick her chest 👀 #or something more normal like just rest my cheeky cheek on it #maybe nibble the collarbone bUT THAT'S IT #and twirl the curls around my finger k bye #alycia debnam carey

[spicypussywave]

WINK MAGAZINE | PERTHCHIMON - 2

#perth tanapon #chimon wachirawit #perthchimon #perthppe #chimonac #chimonperth #chimon still can't handle perth's eyes #perth pulls chimon onto him im gonna yeet myself off to space #them in wedding suits now that gay marriage is getting legalised /lh #gifs #naomivents #pc shoot.gif

[lafdbuckley]

#i saw this new still of bobby and I immediately thought of that scene of eddie #im gonna yeet myself #911 #911 abc #911 season 7 #bobby nash #eddie diaz #7.02 (probably) #6.10

[oceanatydes]

FUCK I JUST SAW A SPOILER OF GALE’S KISS

#IT LOOKS SO FUCKING CUTE IM GONNA YEET MYSELF #BUT ALSO I DIDNT WANT TO SEE IT YET IVE BLOCKED THE TAG FOR ALMOST TWO WEEKS FOR THIS EXACT REASON 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 #bg3 #gale #gale x tav #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep

[shima-draws]

Okay I legitimately need to break from watching OP for a bit because A. I’ve been binging nonstop and I need to actually like. Be a human person and do something else other than sitting and watching TV for 6 hours straight And B. I’m at Sabaody now and I’m fucking SCARED man. Things are so fun and lighthearted rn and I know it’s all going to shit soon and my heart isn’t READY for that yet,,

#It’s all going down I’m at the final stretch before the timeskip #Oh lord in heaven!! We’re in some deep trouble now!!! #Crying bc this mini arc has been so funny and lighthearted and I KNOW it won’t last much longer #Kuma’s gonna yeet these kids and leave Luffy ALL by himselfy. Do NOT like that #Shima speaks #I need to do art actually. I need to draw like really bad. Please #I gotta emotionally prep myself before diving back in bc I know everything from here til the timeskip is going to WRECK me <333333 #Oda IS coming straight for my heart. He IS going to snipe me through my living room window. And I will bleed out on the floor and cry #HOOOOGH. HGH. Help :))))

[jtl07]

lets you see the wonder of it all

[on ao3 as well]

Ava Silva doesn't know she has an aunt. Doesn’t know that she’d taught Ava's mother how to swim when they were kids, in a pool in Madrid, how Ava’s mother had been afraid of the ocean the first time their family had visited and how her sister - Ava’s aunt, who Ava doesn’t know - had held her hand and told her it was okay, that she’d never leave her side. Doesn’t know how devastated her aunt was when she remembered that her sister - Ava’s mother, who Ava barely knew - had never made the same promise. 

Camila is the one who finds her, the aunt that Ava doesn’t know. It’s while Camila was searching for Diego, a curious thread she had pulled and pulled and led to an aunt and an uncle and two cousins with families of their own. (She’d gone to Beatrice first, hesitant and uncertain; they both agreed that all they could do is give Ava what they have - their information, their support - and give Ava a choice.) 

Ava’s hands shake when she hits ‘Send’ on the introductory email Beatrice had crafted to her aunt. It’s in her name - Bea’s - but it’s Ava’s story and Ava’s question. Ava doesn’t know if her aunt will agree to meet, doesn’t know what she’ll even do if the answer is yes, gears herself up instead for a ‘no.’ 

Her sisters - bound not by blood, but by love - take her out into the city as a distraction. It works, for minutes at a time. But they’ve always worked best when it’s all of them together, and they all take turns taking Ava’s hand, taking their time, giving her smiles and understanding when Ava’s is slow to return. 

The answer is waiting for them when they get home. 

It’s a yes. And Ava hardly knows what to do with herself. (She panics and frets, makes jokes and then threats, cries and laughs and at times feels like she’s teetering on some existential edge. But Beatrice and her sisters pull her back gently each time, lets her feel, lets her live, lets her love.) 

The meeting takes place near Cat’s Cradle, a cafe where the owners are fond of Beatrice and even more fond of Ava, so it’s no trouble at all, they respond, all smiles to Ava’s request for privacy. (Beatrice gets up to leave five minutes before the meeting time per a prior agreement with Ava that she will standby at the bookstore next door. Bea says it’s okay, that she’ll spend the time reading but Ava knows she’ll just be pacing the aisles until Ava calls, a frown on her face, her hands fidgeting along the bookcases. Ava lets herself linger in their parting kiss, lets her hands wander just a little bit; smirks at the way Bea’s lips chases hers when she pulls back. ‘Such a gift,’ Ava thinks, hands and heart warm and full, as she watches Beatrice walk away, ‘to know.’) 

Ava doesn’t recognize her aunt when she enters the cafe, only knows it’s her because of the way she looks at her: like a ghost, like regret, like a niece she’d never met. Until now. 

They sit across from each other at a table in a quiet corner and they’re waited on by Ava’s favorite server. The conversation, of course, is stilted at first, years of not knowing weighing their tongues. “I’m sorry we couldn’t find you,” is the closest her aunt gets to crying and Ava knows it doesn’t change anything, doesn’t change a damn thing - but at the same time, Ava doesn’t want to change anything at all. 

And she knows, she knows it doesn’t change a thing but Ava reaches across the table anyway, and holds her aunt’s hand. There’s an ocean of grief ahead of them (behind them, all around them) but the thing Ava’s learned about the ocean is that you never turn your back on it - you must always, always face its waves. 

Her aunt - who Ava doesn’t know but wants to - squeezes her hand and Ava remembers another thing she’s learned about the ocean: sometimes it’s easier to face when you’re not alone. 

“You should have this,” her aunt says, voice tremulous as she pulls gently out of Ava’s grasp. She wipes quickly at her eyes before pulling a small box from her bag. “It was our mother’s - your grandmother’s,” she explains as Ava opens the box to find a simple ring, a diamond set in a white gold band, solitary and brilliant. “She’d promised your mother that she could have it when she passed.” 

Ava doesn’t touch it, doesn’t ask because she doesn’t know where to start. Why had she wanted it? What was she like? Two generations of her own blood that she had no recollection of. She doesn’t know how her mother had intended to use it, what it had meant - to her grandmother, to her mother; doesn’t know what it means to Ava herself. It’s a way to connect but it also highlights their disconnect; it’s joy and grief in equal measure. 

And all Ava can do is what she’s done since the beginning: She opens her hands, holds one side of her heart in each trembling hand, ties them together with her fingers, and trusts, believes. (She doesn’t pray, she never has - she wouldn’t know who to pray to, what to pray for, not when she’s had to fight for everything she has - but she understands the clasping of hands, the bowing of one’s head, the surrender to what has been done, and what will be.) 

Ava Silva does know this: When she hugs her aunt, it won’t be for the last time. When she goes to the bookstore, Bea will come to her immediately, eyes searching, ready to comfort, to confront, to console, and Bea will hold her when she steps into her arms, one palm to the space between her shoulder blades, the other cradling the back of her head. When they go back to Cat’s Cradle, her sisters will be ready with dinner and movies, ready to roll their eyes at Ava’s appropriately inappropriate jokes, ready to roll with whatever is thrown into their collective laps. 

She knows: One day, she’ll give Bea the ring in her pocket. One day, they’ll have a ceremony where all of her, all of their families will be present. One day, the painful, beautiful, sacred truths of life won’t feel so heavy in her chest. 

(She knows: This is the life she chose, and she will hold on to it as closely, as tightly as she can.)

#my writing #avatrice #avatrice fic #idk why i'm posting so much lately???? #but i guess we're just gonna go with it #idk i just was thinking of another fic i'd written and then there was a 'what if' for ava #'what if' is always a dangerous question lol #but that's all it took i guess so here have something quick #happy year of the yeet at least as i've dubbed it for myself #title from “the summer knows” #i recommend checking out vikki carr's version in addition to streisand's #jt writes fic

[impishtubist]

Nothing more tragic than opening a WIP and thinking you don't have to write too many more scenes to finish it, and then realizing that you're going to have to at least double the word count.

#i thought i had so much more written for the last chapter of dead man walking than i actually do #i'm gonna go yeet myself into the sun

[itslikeaspaceship]

I just imagine that Ellie holding Joel’s hand is a never ending occurrence.

Like no matter where they go, who they’re with, what time it is, or what he’s doing, she has to be holding his hand.

Walking down to the tipsy bison for breakfast, her hand is tight in his. Getting riding lessons on Shimmer, Joel is right next to her, one hand in hers as he walks beside them. Cooking dinner, Ellie’s trying to hold his hand and when she can’t “baby girl, I gotta cut these real fast.” She’ll grab his shirt, fingers tight against the material.

And when they’re just walking around Jackson, not sure where to go but Joel knows that Ellie needs out of the house, the whole time her hand is in his, her arms wrapped around one of his bigger ones as they walk from place to place.

Even when somebody comes up to say hi, Joel will use his free arm to hug or shake hands. And then they try to come toward Ellie, and she looks up at Joel, her eyes misty. And he knows.

He knows her fear.

He knows that the only one whose allowed to touch her anymore is him.

“It’s alright.” Voice impossibly gentle as he whispers, kissing her head, while at the same time giving whatever person is trying to invade her space a death stare as they back away. They’re confused, obviously shocked that he would let her do that. But he doesn’t care. He just shuffles so he’s barely in front of her, but just enough so the person can see that she is not to be bothered or hell will be raised. And then she’ll hold his hand all the way home.

And the rest of the night, her fingers are holding onto something of his.

This goes on for the first couple months they’re in Jackson, until eventually she becomes comfortable enough to let up a little.

And even still, the constant holding onto him never stops. Because he’s her protector, and as long as she’s holding him nothing bad could ever happen to her.

Right?

#I’m gonna just yeet myself into the sun #joel and ellie #the last of us #ellie williams #joel miller

[iguessitsjustme]

No I'm still gonna judge him

#wedding plan #wedding plan the series #wedding plan bl #i swear if everyone else in the office finds out the wedding is fake before nuea i'm gonna yeet myself out the window