#he breathes WORDS

[decompose1]

i think there’s divinity in gross and ugly things. i think the radical love and acceptance of what is weird and nasty is angelic and i think there is something holy about indulging in the neglected/looked down on/outcast/unacceptable parts of this world. you should let yourself be weird

#rabbit.txt #none of these words strung together make any sense but im also right #this is about a lot of things #but it's also about how g-d wouldn't make the moon so strikingly beautiful if #He didn't want me to fall in love with it #isn't it amazing how living breathing emotional creatures #can form those emotional connections with something inanimate #i think it's beautiful. poetic even

[ew-selfish-art]

Dp x Dc AU: Dani has a too many break-ups for Danny’s heart to handle as an older brother- So he gives her a criteria that her next boyfriend needs to fit for Danny to approve of their relationship. 

Dani was really excited about her new boyfriend. He was witty, and charming, knew how to sword fight and was absolutely stunning. He loved his family, was passionate about animals and social justice causes, and he was an artist! She had a thing for green eyes, and hey, he was actually super chill about them having flexible schedules to see each other (she had vigilante shit to do that she couldn’t explain)! It’s been going on for a few months and she’s honestly ready for him to meet Danny & Jazz but... 

The last time she was home it was for a broken heart and Danny was beside himself with worry over her. He made the guys recently deceased ancestors come forward to speak on his behalf and it was Mortifying- Danny was ready to throw down. And Dani had to admit, it was super sweet that her big brother cared so much. He’d happily given a shovel talk to each of her partners when she brought them home and he’d happily tried to bond with them and integrate into their lives. Danny always allowed her to make mistakes but respected her choices to only ever ask two questions when a new partner came into the picture: Do they make you happy? Do they treat you well? 

This last time he made a simple request, just could they please fit this one criteria? 

The thought comes to her unfortunately when she’s making out with her perfect match, her soul mate, this beautifully stabby man Damian Wayne, that she should bring up the deal breaker. Her brother gave her literally one request for her next partner, and by the ancients she didn’t want to disappoint Danny. 

Pulling away from her boyfriends kiss for just a moment, Dani quickly asks “Sorry, Sorry, it’s just...Have you ever died before?” 

Damian’s look of confusion and then concern grew on his normally collected face, which told her more than enough. 

“Okay great!” And she leaned back in, only to realize that he’s pulled back. 

“Would... Would you care to explain why you just asked me that?” Damian was doing his best to not jump to conclusions.

“Sorry, I just got in my head a bit about how you’re like, the light of my life and I want you to meet my family and then my brain wandered, before you did that thing with your teeth, to the fact that my brother kind of requested... um, well, he just asked that my next partner be, uh, don’t freak out if this sounds weird, but uh, be dead.” 

“He...He wants your partner to be dead.” 

“Well, Dead adjacent is perfectly normal in my family! It’s not like a whole thing! You’ve died before, so he’ll absolutely love you! And he’ll love you even more because you love me!” She smiles as brilliantly as the stars.

Damian isn’t sure for a second, but eventually asks: “Your family is ‘dead adjacent’ and you want me to meet them?” to which she happily confirms. 

“Do you... Wish to know how I-” Damian begins but she cuts him off “No! Never, I would never ask that of you. He won’t ask either! He actually has a better vision for these things so it probably won’t even come up! How does next Tuesday work?” 

“That should be fine, however, well...On the subject of family expectations ... Is it even possible that you might be a vigilante?” Damian’s worries melt away when his girlfriend smiles and lunges forward to kiss him. 

Families could have such weird expectations, you know? 

#Dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny phantom #dani phantom #damian wayne #serious chaos #lmao dannys actual words were 'could you please just date someone i can relate to for once?' #dani interpreted that as meaning dead/undead #she's honestly not wrong for thinking that tho cause he's only ever tried to set her up on blind dates with other ghosts #Danny is a good big brother to her and i believe this to my dying breath #damian is so sure that shes a vigilante but has never dared to cross that line and ask #damian is like 'she can knock me on my ass she is clearly the perfect woman'

[enobariasteeth]

#deep breaths everyone #IM GOING TO GET VIOLENT #‘I’ll be with you right up to the end’ #ANCNKWKFOWPLAKCKWOOQJCUVIJEN #I have actually no words #just screaming #*insert clip of mitski screaming at the end of drunk walk home’ #batman #batfam #jason todd #dc #dcu #red hood #comics #HE WASNT THERE. #HE. WASNT. THERE #Jason died ALONE

[thefaeriecreek]

Link would be the type of chess player that has a hard time concentrating on the strategy of the whole board and can only concentrate on a piece at a time. He loses most games, but his strategy is nonexistent, making him extremely unpredictable. Revali is a master strategist, (which we can see in his dialogue in Age of Calamity), so Link's blockheaded, rock-eating playing style is infuriating.

#everybody's favorite rock-eater playing “chest” as he called it #link #revali #revalink #if only because they will be boyfriends #botw #loz #breath of the wild #i like writing Link as kind of this dumbass that is actually kind of smart about certain things #like he seems really dumb but really he's just too autistic to communicate properly and will sometimes point at a horse and go “horse” #in other words he is me #i am he #art #thefaeriecreekart

[travisdermotts]

I just love him ok

#HE SHOULD BE PLAYINGGGGGGGG #hearing an nhler openly and comfortably use the word queer is like a breath of fresh air #travis dermott #arizona coyotes

[spielzeugkaiser]

[MASTERPOST]

Jaskier has always sung Milek to sleep - the songs are ingrained in his consciousness. And there are things that were difficult, things that still hurt, yes. But at the core? Jaskier is happy.

#I wish I could properly put into words what that realisation means for both Geralt AND Milek #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geralt x jaskier #the witcher #geraskier lovechild #with all the guilt that Geralt carried around I think there is the moment of realisation for him that this is not the Jaskier he knew #not the exact same one #(as he changed with becoming a father too) #and that Jaskier found happiness - that let's him breathe easier again #this is a triumphant song! #and that means something #omegaverse #also the song is 'everything changes' from waitress which was already the musical that started that whole AU #I'm not including a link because tumblr is ehhhhh about that #If I ever learn to do animatics you have to hold me back that would have been one #jaskier and milek

[residentialhomeowner]

a lot of people are using nex as a queer talking point without even mentioning they were choctaw and 2S. without even mentioning that this - harassment, assault, murder, disappearances, lies/indifference/denial about the circumstances of our death - is typical of the violence we face. not once have i seen non-native people address that we, as natives, face this same treatment within queer communities. that queer institutions use our land while declining to offer native-inclusive and -sensitive care. we suffer at the hands of white lgbt+ people just as much as we do at the hands of people outside the community.

nex is not your NB pariah. nex was a 2S, NB, choctaw child. thousands of native people go missing and are killed and no one cares. many are two-spirit. many are LGBTQIA+. many are "queer" in ways only defined and recognised by our closed cultures, that you may never hear of and may never understand.

if you are going to flock to nex, you are not going to take them from us post-mortem. they were choctaw. they were native. their tribal affiliation has already been falsely reported on. if you are talking about nex, you will talk about how unwelcoming and dangerous your communities are for us, too. you will talk about how natives face this violence constantly, everywhere. you will not remove nex from the context of them being choctaw, ever - or you won't say their name at all.

even when we die, you don't care about us. i am telling you to care about us if you want us to stop dying.

#howling #nex benedict #yeah no i'm tired of seeing edit: and they were 2s!!1!! #no. first and foremost they were a native child. can you people stop fucking stealing our children. #some other notes if you see my tags: allegedly nex preferred he/him. i will prioritise using he/him. sources seem credible. #secondarily: if you aren't Black do not say ''rest in power'' for non-Black people. i do not know choctaw mourning traditions and language #(i'm algonquain and aleut) and won't tell you what To say. but please do not use ''rest in power'' when inappropriate. #thirdly: if you don't know how to talk about us Don't Talk About Us. QUOTE us. share OUR words. #may your spirit walk freely nex. may you be at peace. may flowers grow in your footprints and birds fly on the wind of your breath. #may your ancestors open their arms to you and embrace you in love. we will never forget you. i'm sorry we failed you. #we will do better next time.

[natjennie]

GAOAUGUGHH... god... "was there something you wanted to share?" "w-w-well.. um.. I'm uh... I'm- unable. to think of anything. that would merit sharing" like... that final I'm is SO close. he gets SO CLOSE. you can hear it. he's gonna say it and his mouth won't let him. the way he is actively fighting for every word that comes out. he wants to. he wants to say it. I'm.

#the 'I'm' is basically in bold. #like he gets SO CLOSE. it's on the tip of his tongue. #the breath and the I'M....... unable. #the words get caught in his throat you can SEE THEM #it's so heartbreaking FUCKKKKK #FUCK. FUUUCK #bbc ghosts #the captain

[theheirofthesharingan]

“Tell me, father, which to ask forgiveness for: what I am, or what I’m not?

Tell me, mother, which should I regret: what I became, or what I didn’t?”

- source

#i realized i almost never do anything with itachi and his parents so this one post is dedicated to them #the regret of killing them would have killed him before his actual death #what kind of child he was to raise a sword against his own parents? #his parents weren't even angry that he'd betrayed them at last #all the nightmares that would have followed him in which they hated him for everything and he would have no defense #who held him when he cried thinking of his mom? who comforted him when he choked on his tears thinking of his father's last words? #who was there for him when memories of his family became too much to handle and he would just collapse unable to breathe #maybe just maybe when the first symptoms of his illness showed he thought #that it was just one of his regular coughing fits that came with the onslaught of the memories of his parents #did he ever want to crawl back to sasuke and tell him how miserable he was and how much he missed their parents #where did the strength to be entirely indifferent and inhuman composure come to him #how much practice did it take? how many days? months? years? #did people around him ever suspect how much he was suffering? #all from thinking about his dead parents whom he killed #whose blood never left his tiny fingers and soaked into his flesh and blended into his own #how much misery was encapsulated into those expressionless features that never gave away even the slightest hint of pain #itachi uchiha #uchiha itachi #itachi #mikoto #mikoto uchiha #fugaku uchiha #fugaku

[echosong971]

“The feel of your breath on my lips...”

#“If love #if desire #are not the proper words for what he feels in this moment #then perhaps a puppet like him doesn't truly know how to feel after all.” #going insane over these two again #as per usual #i simply think about P obsessin' over all those little “human” details about Eugénie #the warmth of her breath #the softness of her skin #the way he can feel her pulse in her wrists #little things like that... #lies of p #p #pinocchio #lies of p pinocchio #eugénie #eugenie #lies of p eugénie #lies of p eugenie #p x eugénie #p x eugenie #pinocchio x eugénie #pinocchio x eugenie #echosong971 #art #digital art #fanart #lies of p art #lies of p fanart #ship art

[fuumiku]

Chilcille huh... ngl I was a little suspicious. like why would you do that, huh... hope youre not mischaracterizing anyone in your weird and wacky ship. a little weird. but then you said they both had flat asses and you know what? I salute you and your perfect characterization

The fact you seem to think you managed to not make this ask insulting is baffling. What the hell. Fuck off.

If you actually care to be open minded about the ship, I talk about marchil on my sideblog 24/7. Funnily enough I’m currently 4k words deep into an analysis of their character arc together in canon, but that’ll take some more days to get done. Some notable posts:

Of course without counting the analyses of Chilchuck on his own I’ve made, like my masterpost on his family situation. Or better yet you could also read my fics for them, see how weird and wacky they are here.

Wanna talk about mischaracterisation? They’re literally a comedic duo who interacts 24/7. Marchil is crazy bc ppl are like "did those shipper read with their eyes CLOSED?? They have no chemistry!" Meanwhile canon is like: "She’s obsessed with knowing everything she can about him and she reads him like a book." In her eyes he’s like that extra rare and hard and shiny unlockable dating sim character, that brooding mysterious character trope that’s thrilling to crack open and typically is at the center of the plot. The wife roleplay???? "Hey, did you know his type is blondes. Hey did you know he likes his women pretty and blonde. Hey did you know he likes her hair. Hey did you know that he teases her 24/7 and it’s one of the few things that consistently gets him grinning because he finds her reactions cute." Like a schoolyard bully pulling on the pigtails of the girl he likes.

It’s not like they have any thematic narratives or relevance. It’s not like she’ll live to 1000 and has existential dread about it while he’s logically gonna be her next friend to die at 50 and wether it’s romantic or platonic it’ll terrify her to lose him. It’s not like it’s fear of death x fear of rejection so they’re both obsessed with the thought of loss looming, past and ongoing. It’s not like it’s half-elf x half-foot and there’s an inherent journey that was and still is to dispel prejudices and truly come to see each other. It’s not like he’s painfully real and raw and flawed but still a good man, that he’s not the figure of prince charming that she’s always dreamed of while still being virtuous and worth fighting for. Or you know, her hair being golden and it being the epitome of beauty to him, and his hair turning silver and it being Marcille’s worst nightmare.

Just a weird wacky ship who means nothing but shallow things to people who have weirdo reasons for liking it. Like can you not. If you’re not imaginative enough to think of reasons why this ship may have an appealing dynamic that’s not my issue. But yes, yes, they’re both flat asses to me, thanks.

#Dungeon meshi #Ask #Spoilers #dungeon meshi manga spoilers #Marcille donato #chilchuck tims #Marchil #You me the parking lot after i finish and post my arc analysis #Sobbing……… we’re 20 over here in the rarepair pit come on. Like do u not see how obsessed i am. Do u think they like. Mean nothing to me #Do u think it’s all incidental and i slipped and the 10 thousands of words I write for them had no thought or feelings behind them or #Their arc is so beautifuuuuul they come to see each other and her standards become more real while he allows hope and openness #Into his heart again 😭😭 not the way two of their scenes lowkey read as a proposal… #Anyways I hope this makes it clear I’ll fight to my dying breath for them. #I don’t want trouble and i imagine you don’t either so just don’t come shitting on my doorstep #In positive news my fic Grind Me Down Sweetly recently reached 100 likes and 1k hits <3 it can also be read as just platonic so if you like #Them as a duo even as friends give it a shot #Every time I see someone shitting on marchil I start making marchil content faster btw #Not art

[winepresswrath]

I will laugh so hard if it turns out that John is making a sincere effort at being a decent parent and it's such an awful outcome for Gideon that I feel like it's plausible. He's giving off such man who thinks of himself as a good guy confronted with oops baby vibes.

#like he did get babytrapped and in fact attempted baby murdered and he knows he shouldn't make it Gideon's problem so he's trying not to #but she is a walking reminder of his dead besties' murder attempt #just. the way he says no reason to be an asshole to the mother of your child #the way he's like oh no you don't have to swear loyalty to me that's an inappropriate amount of pressure to put on our relationship #very funny under the murderstances #but also these are the words of a dude who felt tremendous contempt for men who whine about child support #and yet!! he's a tremendously vindictive and self centred person. what's a guy to do #he got babytrapped and it wasn't even because they wanted him around! it's because they wanted him gone! #and his kid is the murder weapon! #how is this fair? #very fun intersection of him knowing what the correct answer most in line with his values is #with the bit where he's just wildly unqualified to do that #you've got a #sims playing alcohol abusing vengeful god in the midst of a depressive episode #taking a deep breath and attempting a child centric approach #he's not going to be good at it! #he is also not going to immediately murder her to fuck over his enemies tho so he's still winning #for now!

[httpiastri]

trying so hard not to cry at work

#fred and ollie making their f1 debuts together 🥺 im okay im okay im okay #so much going on these days #my heart is going crazy #ollieeeeeeeeeee 😭😭😭😭😭 #no this is so #im #don’t even have words #so many ppl said the rumors were false #and he came back to say ‘nah i’m not doing fp1 in austin…. i’m doing it in mexico AND abu dhabi’ #taking very deep breaths #ollie bearman #f1 #f2 #prema racing

[sashabarkovonly]

The things i'm feeling.. Unexplainable 🥵🫣

#florida panthers #hockey #hockey player #sasha barkov #aleksander barkov #this is very.. interesting.. like VERY INTERESTING.. #HE'S SO FUCKING HOT AND THIS JUST PROVED IT. #The things that a hockey player without his shirt(In other words - Sasha) can do to me are CRAZY. #Fucking hell i won't be sleeping for days cuz all i do at night is i think about him #AND THE CHAINS GOD DAMN IT #If someone ever finds me not breathing it's because of this man #he's so fucking hot. #I ALSO CAN'T FUCKING PAY ATTENTION IN SCHOOL BECAUSE I'M FUCKING THINKING ABOUT THIS.

[batlovestomarry]

tom who exclusively listens to classical music + harry who listens to 2000’s teen pop = tomarry constantly bickering over who gets to play the music

#bonus points if tom just #gives up #and lets harry play his music #eventually tom learns all the words to hollback girl and he sings it under his breath #tomarry #tmrhp

[flowercrowngods]

The grass is warm and soft beneath him as Steve gazes up at the stars shining down on him in those constellations he knows so well. It’s a crisp and clear night, a light breeze chasing away the last remnants of the midsummer heat, and Steve is smiling up at the moonless sky. Beside him, Eddie has his eyes closed and Steve is pretty sure he’s asleep, but Steve has never minded being alone with the stars.

They know him. They know all his secrets. 

They know how he longs to reach for Eddie’s hand where it’s lying between them, palm up and so very inviting. They know of his yearning heartbeat and how it is reduced to flutters when Eddie is around with that beaming smile of his. 

The stars know Steve Harrington better than he knows even himself, but they keep it a secret among the universe, shared only on moonless, cloudless nights. Like this one, with Eddie here beside him. 

“Did you know you always smile when you see the stars?” 

Eddie’s voice is too soft to really startle him, but Steve's heartbeat picks up anyway. He couldn’t fight the smile even if he tried. 

“Do I?” 

Eddie nods, the grass rustling beneath his head, and Steve looks over to see Eddie’s eyes still closed. It’s what makes him keep looking. The stars won’t tell.

“Yeah,” he breathes and Steve’s eyes fall down to his lips. “Makes me think like you’re in on some cosmic secret sometimes, Stevie. You one of them?” 

“One of what?” Steve whispers back, his hand inching closer to Eddie’s. Not to touch. Just to make sure that in another universe, another Steve will take that hand. 

Eddie smiles as if he knows, as if he feels that other universe inside his chest, but he doesn’t reach out. “The stars. A fallen one, maybe.”

Steve huffs out a breath and tears his eyes away from Eddie to look back up again. “I’m not a fallen star, Eddie.” 

“Hmm,” he hums, and Steve wants to wrap himself up in it. Curl on his side and rest his head on Eddie’s chest, ask him to hum for the rest of their lives, or so long as the stars will cover them. “Tell me about the stars, then? And why they make you smile.” 

Steve swallows and searches the sky for answers. He could. He shouldn’t, maybe. But he wants to. Right now, with Eddie’s eyes closed, their hands almost touching, their smiles refusing to leave, and the stars above them glowing and twinkling so kindly, Steve wants to tell him. 

This is it.

But if he closes his eyes, this can be just like any other night Steve has spent telling the stars about him. Only this time, Eddie is here to listen. 

“It’s because they know,” he whispers, heart beating in his throat now, choking off the words.

“They know?” Eddie prompts after a while, just as quiet, just as trembling. 

And now Steve reaches out with his pinkie and hooks it over Eddie’s pointer and middle fingers. “They know,” he repeats. “About you.” 

Slowly, achingly slowly, Steve caresses Eddie’s fingers with his own until their hands lie on top of each other, slotting together perfectly. He hears a hitched breath and wonders, fears, aches, for all but a moment. Until Eddie’s thumb comes up to draw tentative patterns on Steve’s palm. Until Eddie is moving closer to rest his head against Steve’s, never once letting go of his hand.

“What about me?” he whispers, and Steve finally opens his eyes, shifting until their foreheads are touching, and looking down at their joined hands. 

“Just that… I really, really like you.” 

Another hum, and this time Steve can feel it making its way through his body. It makes him shiver even on a warm night like this. Makes him yearn for more.

“And that’s making you smile?” 

He’s helpless. Now that he started talking, now that he took Eddie’s hand, now that they’re sharing the same breath, Steve is so, so helpless. But he’s not scared anymore.

“Yes.”

Eddie’s free hand comes up to rest on his cheek. Not to pull him in for a kiss like Steve thinks for a second, but just to hold him. Maybe in another universe they’re kissing. In this one, Eddie is cradling him like he’s something precious. It feels even more intimate.

“You’re doing nothing to convince me that you’re not a fallen fucking star, though, Stevie.” 

Steve laughs softly, sounding almost giddy to his own ears, and lifts his hand into Eddie’s hair. 

His tone shifts when he continues. “I’m not even entirely sure you’re real right now.” 

Along with Eddie's tone there was a shift in the very fabric of the universe that leaves Steve breathless. He swallows and angles his face closer to Eddie’s, feeling brave because Eddie is still here, still talking like that, and maybe, maybe… 

“I’m real, Eds,” he breathes. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” And it feels like he’s saying more than that. So much more. “Are you?” 

Eddie nods again, bringing his face even closer until their noses are touching and he breathes a tiny, “Very,” against Steve’s lips. 

And then, covered by the kindest glow of the stars above them, Steve claims Eddie’s lips in the softest, slowest, most genuine kiss. 

for @withacapitalp in the hopes that you'll have a kind and gentle day, or something to come to that could feel like a hug 🤍

#steddie #steddie fic #eddie x steve #steve x eddie #stranger things fic #dio words #hi i know this isn't really a surprise anymore bc i asked if it was okay to write you something but uh. surprise anyway? #i hope this is okay #feel free to ignore this if it's not your jam but i still hope you have a nice day and take this moment to breathe <3 #also hc that steve is really into stars but can't keep up with the physics involved so he's a bit like me and just smiles up at them always #oh yeah they’re on Weather Top but no sentence of me mentioning that worked bc my languages were misbehaving