#i am so unwell for them

[sabrondabrainrot]

Hihi! What are 5 things that make you happy? (bonus, ask the last 5 people in your notes :0)

TMNT - Seriously like every show and movie is GREAT and I'm currently reading the IDW comic. I've literally adopted each and every turtle as my own son.

Trigun - Vash the Stampede is my BABY GIRL and MY HUSBAND. I've been into Trigun since I was a lee wass. I love Vash so much. I got my dad to actually watch Trigun with me so it's something really cool to bond over with family. Trigun stampede is also like SO good. I also read Tri Max in the library and didn't publicly cry. :)

Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle / XXXholic / Magic Knight Rayearth/ Clamp - I'm super into these classical shoujo series. They shaped how I am as a person to this day. Clamp was a lot of firsts for me in terms of manga reading so they're forever in a special place in my heart.

Scum Villain's Self Saving System - This book lives rent free in my mind. I can't believe how funny it is. It's so insane and I love every second of it. How am I somehow Binghe and ShenQingQiu at the same time, but lowkey I want what CumPlane have IRL. that's the ultimate romance to me and they're platonic .

Lout of the Count's family - LITERALLY go read it this series. Cale Henituse, young master silver shield, is EVERYTHING. That sweet man who adopts everyone is just like me FR except we're nothing alike BUT I STILL LOVE HIM.

My secret 6th - DO YOU KNOW Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint is written by a married couple???? Kim Dokja is apparently modeled after the wife??? Hello??? I'm not normal. I'm not sane.

I'm asking you next @noname-nonartist @wrathofnature @wallstoothin @wizard-finix @tinyballerinadancer1 :>

real answers below

Art/ Creative Expression! Being able to draw pretty neat stuff whenever I want is so awesome! It's more then drawing, I like writing and making stuff by hand too.

Super generic answer but my family! I have a pretty small family and a bunch of pets. We're all super close and they bring me joy. I like helping and taking care of them and I like it when they help and take care of me!

Another Generic answer, my friends! Sometimes they're the reason I get up out of bed! Friends are awesome like that.

Brainrot! Zoning out about my latest brainrot is my life copium. I like to imagine my current fav character being horribly tortured by the narrative but it's ok because my brainrots always have hurt comfort. Or I just imagine bundling up my Oshi in a blanket and giving them a warm bowl of soup. It can go either way really.

Cartoons, Anime, Movies, Media/entertainment in general - I can't get enough of them. They're just so delightful especially the ones with whimsy.

#brainrot #what makes me happy #fandoms #tmnt #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #teenage mutant ninja turtles #lcf #lout of the count’s family #scum villains self saving system #svsss #trigun #trigun stampede #trigun maximum #Clamp #xxxholic #tsubasa reservoir chronicle #I am so unwell for them #I love them your honor #secret 7th is Ace Attorney

[wafflesandkruge]

lover, please stay (kathony)

Daphne gestures exasperatedly at him. “You taught me yourself, brother. I am not mistaken. Love is when your eyes meet and your heart begins to beat faster–”

“My heart,” Anthony snarls, “beats faster because she is aggravating!”

aka the very self-indulgent and niche bridgerton grishaverse au

a/n: HAPPY VALENTINES DAY @rietveldbrothers​ MY BELOVED MY PARTNER IN CRIME MY KATHONY ENABLER. i hope you like this incredibly niche au that probably only the two of us will enjoy lmao. anyway all you need to know is that anthony is a heartrender, kate is an inferni, and daphne is a heartrender. 

ao3

The Bridgerton manor is quiet to all but Anthony this time of night. Exhaustion weighs heavy on his bones as he treads silently through the darkened halls. Call it superstition, or perhaps paranoia, but he’s never gone to bed without completing his nightly ritual.

Benedict’s room is first at the end of the hall. Anthony pauses for a second and slows his breathing. Beyond the brightly painted door, he can sense Benedict’s heartbeat. It’s erratic from what was probably another late cup of coffee, but strong. Beside him, Eloise’s pulse thrummed at a slightly slower rate. So the two were up late, again. Anthony had once caught them still up at dawn synthesizing a new compound for Benedict’s paintings, dark smudges beneath their eyes and matching grins splitting their faces before they registered Anthony’s presence. Anthony smiles at the memory. They are lucky he isn’t in the mood to spoil their fun today.

Colin’s room is empty as he is still on his Grand Tour, so Anthony keeps moving. Daphne’s room is next. His favorite sister is quietly asleep, her heartbeat slow and steady. Something in his blood calls to her, her powers briefly brushing his own. Even in her sleep, she is a formidable Heartrender, second only to him. Anthony lingers for a second longer. He wouldn’t be able to check in on her like this for much longer, given her impending marriage to Simon.

He pulls himself away with a soft sigh and moves on. Francesca is away as well, but Hyacinth and Gregory are sleeping peacefully in their shared room, tired out by the picnic they’d had by the lake earlier. They’d driven their nanny almost to insanity with their combined energy. Anthony listens for another moment, then continues on to the last bedroom.

Violet Bridgerton sleeps alone, as she has for the last fifteen years. Anthony’s powers weren’t developed enough before his father had died, so her solitary heartbeat is the only one he has ever known. He wonders how it could still be this strong when in the days after Edmund’s death, it was so quiet he thought his powers were broken. He could never do that to someone else, to leave them behind a shell of themself. His hands clench involuntarily.

Violet is strong. She’ll manage. He sends her good dreams, then forces himself to leave.

Edwina’s pretty face breaks into a smile as she is ushered to the front of the room. Her dark hair had been pulled into an artful updo and silk flowers had been haphazardly pinned to the spill of curls. She wore a pale dress covered with sparkling beads that clicked together with every movement. There is a certain girlish charm to her that Anthony supposes is appealing, but he is hardly enraptured like half the men in the room.

At some unknown cue, the lights in the room are extinguished. A hush falls over the shadowed crowd.

Then, there is light.

Spidery sunlight pools in Edwina’s palms and catches on the beads of her dress, scattering light across the room. Her face is alight with joy as she spreads her arms wider and the light grows.

The crowd oohs and aahs at the display of power, but Anthony’s attention is elsewhere. Half-hidden in Edwina’s shadow is another woman, closer to his age than Edwina. She has the same eyes and nose as Edwina, and the light manages to catch her regal profile and render her a study in shadows. But the thing that catches his attention is that even in a room full of people, her heart seems to beat the loudest. He takes a step towards her.

Their eyes meet.

“What are you doing here?” Anthony demands, his traitorous heart leaping at seeing Kate. She’s wearing a smart blue dress today, matching silk gloves covering her arms from the bright sun. Mud-stained riding boots peek out from beneath the hem. Clearly, she intends to spend a day with the horses, which is why Anthony is so bewildered by her presence at the training grounds.

Kate surveys the area with a critical eye, her head tilted at that aggravating angle that made it look like she was looking down at him despite the several inches he had on her. Anthony’s blood boils as she opens her mouth. “I wanted to see what the big fuss was about.”

“It’s dangerous for you here,” Anthony growls. It would only take a second of distraction from any of the Grisha dotting the course, and Kate could be hurt. The thought causes his skin to itch. “If you want to observe, do it from the house.”

“Oh please,” Kate says dismissively. “How can you expect me to be frightened when I saw Mr. Levington there fall off his horse last week because she spooked at a rabbit?”

Anthony looks at where Kate’s gaze is directed, and sure enough, Levington is trying to levitate water out of the lake with little success. The front of his shirt is already soaked, and wet hair is plastered to his forehead. What an imbecile.

When he turns back to Kate, she’s still staring at Levington, a small smirk playing on her lips. Anthony scowls and steps in front of her to block her view. “Leave,” he ordered.

Kate tilts her head to the side. “Do you always expect people to jump at every order you give?”

“Yes.”

The two stare at each other, having reached a clear impasse. Anthony can’t help noticing the way the sun turns her eyes into warm honey, dark lashes blinking slowly as she glowered at him. Her heartbeat thumps steady in his ears, both a reassurance and an annoyance.

“Watch out!” a voice cries from the distance.

Anthony sees it a split second after the warning. A stream of bright fire hurtles toward them from behind Kate, too fast to be avoided. His pulse roars as he grabs her shoulders and shoves her roughly to the ground, his shoulders curved around her body. The air is unbearably hot. He squeezes his eyes shut and waits.

One breath.

Kate’s heartbeat slowing until it was silent.

Two.

Kate’s last breath leaving her body in a final gasp.

“My lord.”

Kate’s body still in his arms–

“Anthony!”

His eyes fly open. Blood rushes in his ears, everything is tinted red. Kate peers up at him from the ground, her brows furrowed in concern. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes bright.

“Breathe,” she says as if calming a spooked animal. “Breathe.”

“You are unharmed?” he chokes out. His hands fumble at her shoulders, her arms. He cannot breathe. “Kate, are you–”

“I am fine.” Kate grabs his hand and holds it to the bare skin over her heart. Her skin is burning to the touch. “Breathe, my lord. Listen.”

Anthony forces a breath through his lungs and the fog dissipates just enough that he can remember how to use his power. Kate’s heart races, her lungs fill with air. Alive. He clings to the rhythm of her breaths like a lifeline.

“I am unharmed,” Kate repeats, more softly this time. Her other hand presses his free hand to his own heart so he can feel his own heartbeat. Warmth seeps through the thin silk of her glove.

He focuses on the brown of her eyes and slows his breaths. This close, he can count her eyelashes, each one ebony black and perfectly curved. Her heart beats on.

One.

Two.

He leans in closer. She smells like lilies, the sharp scent of char cutting through. Her breath fans across his lips as her head tilts toward him and–

“Are you both alright?”

They spring apart. Anthony scrubs the back of his hand against the lower half of his face as Kate jumps to her feet. Her dress is hopelessly stained and wrinkled, but he can’t see any other damage. She still stares at him, her eyes wide.

“I must– I will go,” Kate says firmly before turning on her heel and striding purposefully back towards the house. Anthony watches her go, still a little dazed.

“Bridgerton!” Lord Lumley panted as he finally reached Anthony’s side. His jacket was charred at the cuffs and soot was smeared across his face. “Are you alright? I lost control of the fire for a second there.”

Anthony stares uncomprehendingly at the ground. The manicured grass is singed and blackened in a perfect circle around where the both of them had been laying on the ground. Had there been a squaller around who saw and aided them?

“Bridgerton?”

“I’m fine,” he responds curtly. “Stay off the training grounds if you’re not experienced enough.”

“Of course, my lord,” he says with a low bow. “My apologies, again.”

Anthony stares at the grass and wonders.

“You’ve been lying to everyone.”

Kate laughs, throwing her head back and letting her curls tumble down her back. Anthony doesn’t think it’s a laughing matter, but he stares all the same.

“I’ve never lied, my lord. People see what they want to, and I’m under no obligation to correct them.” Her heart beats steady and strong, a sure sign she was telling the truth. But Anthony has no idea how he’s been so blind, how he couldn’t have seen what now is so obvious. Kate Sharma is flame and ash, burning everything in her path. Fire burns beneath her skin and in the curve of her smile and he suddenly wants nothing more than to touch her, to feel the heat of her skin against his.

His heart is racing and there’s nothing he can do to slow it despite his powers. He takes a step closer, relishing the warmth radiating from her. His fingers brush the side of her face. “Show me,” he says, his voice almost a whisper.

“You and your orders.” But still, she cups her hands together and a small flame appears, white hot and blinding in the dark. Anthony stares until the shape of it is imprinted into his retinas. It twines around her fingers like a ribbon before she clasps her hands together and it snuffs out. The library is plunged into darkness, but Anthony doesn’t need light to hear the thrumming of her pulse, the air in her lungs. Even with the hundreds of souls currently under the Bridgerton roof, all he can feel is Kate.

He lets his hand cup the side of her jaw, keeps it there as he matches her breathing and stares. Kate traps her hand there with her own, her palms calloused and feverishly hot. Her dark eyes are alight with the small use of her power, splinters of moonlight reflecting in their depths. He feels as if he’s drowning.

“How long has it been since you told someone?” At this point, he knows he’s only grasping at straws to keep his sanity in check. He desperately tries to focus on the rhythm of her heartbeat and not her full lips as she parts them to answer him.

“Years. Longer since someone has asked.”

Daphne gestures exasperatedly at him. “You taught me yourself, brother. I am not mistaken. Love is when your eyes meet and your heart begins to beat faster–”

“My heart,” Anthony snarls, “beats faster because she is aggravating!”

Daphne’s features shift between expressions for a moment before they settle on displeased. “Deny it all you want. But feelings like these have a way of surfacing, sooner or later.”

Anthony poured himself another generous drink. He could feel an oncoming headache. “If I wanted your advice, I would have asked. Don’t you have a wedding to plan?”

Daphne scowls and Anthony’s chest suddenly feels like it is being squeezed by a giant.

“Don’t be childish,” he rebukes, slightly out of breath. Her scowl deepens, but the pressure on his chest disappears. He sucks in a deep breath.

“I only want for you to be happy. And if that is a future with Miss Sharma, then so be it.”

Anthony slams the decanter back onto the table with a little more force than necessary. His heartbeat is deafening.

“There is no future with Miss Sharma, Daphne. Do not bring it up again.”

If he thought she looked angry before, she is downright furious now. Her brows slant downwards and her hands clench into fists. He is just beginning to seriously worry for his life when she finally nods.

“Fine. As you wish, brother.”

“It is my fault,” Anthony mumbles as he pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. Starbursts of light erupt across his vision. “It is all my fault.”

He can feel his mother’s hand on his arm, but he feels detached from his body as if he might float away at any moment. Everything is too loud. The pounding of rain on the window pane. The creaking of floorboards from the story above. His own heartbeat, two for every one of Violet’s.

“Oh, Anthony,” Violet sighs. Her hand pats his shoulder and he slumps into her side like he is still a child. This far from the Danbury residence, he can no longer hear Kate’s heartbeat, but the slow rhythm of it is ingrained in his mind like the ticking of a clock. He wants to cry, to scream, but all he feels is a dull ache in his chest and a lightness in his head that makes it difficult to focus on anything at all.

“Cure me,” he implores. Violet had healed all his scrapes and bruises as a child, magicked it away with a warm hand and a kiss to his forehead. What is this if not another gaping wound? He puts a hand to his chest. “Cut away the part that hurts.”

“My sweet boy,” Violet says gently. She hugs him to her side.  “There is no cure for love.”

Anthony Bridgerton is an early riser, but that is something he is willing to sacrifice for the sake of his wife. He runs a hand through Kate’s curls as she dozes on his chest, her skin warm against his. There’s a furrow in her brow that does not disappear even in sleep and he can’t help pressing a kiss to it.

She shifts and mumbles something unintelligible, but soon settles back against him. Anthony has never felt so content.

Their hearts beat in synchronization, strong and steady and true.

#kathony s3 when #i am so unwell for them #bridgerton #kathony #tgt #the grisha trilogy #grishaverse #my writing #nonestly no idea what to tag this one #eldest sibling trauma?

[sketchy-scribs-n-doods]

the four horsemen of Queer Agony

#can you believe all four of these are canon and two of them have kissed. can you. #hannibal #supernatural #our flag means death #ofmd #nbc hannibal #good omens #good omens 2 #spn #good omens season 2 #good omens s2 #good omens spoilers #anyway. complex queer tragedy era go brrrrr #i mean ik that castiel got sent to superhell but bear with me #destiel #ineffable husbands #hannigram #blackbonnet #im also so incredibly unwell about the 'i forgive you' hannigram and aziracrow parallel i truly am #four horsemen of queer agony

[atsuwumus]

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 . . .

Zayne, who had to stop wearing a smartwatch because it would alert him about his heart rate that spiked dangerously everytime he found himself around you.

Rafayel, who's ears turn red from the intensity of his blush whenever you get perhaps a little too close to him, brushing a hand over his arm, your knee knocking his underneath the table, all innocent touches that makes him go red.

Xavier, who's opted to start stuffing his hands into his pockets or hoodies so you wouldn't see how they trembled, or how they ached to hold your own. He can at least keep the fidgeting to himself that way.

#mentally I am here :((( #and unwell about them #so so so unwell #zayne x reader #zayne fluff #zayne headcanons #rafayel drabbles #rafayel fluff #rafayel x you #rafayel x reader #xavier x reader #xavier fluff #xavier drabbles #rafayel headcanons #love and deep space fluff #love and deep space x reader #love and deep space headcanons #love and deepspace #love and deep space scenarios #rafayel #xavier #zayne

[aduckwithears]

Ok so I know I posted the whole set, but I keep coming back to this particular moment-

Because look at this whole situation. Aziraphale steps forward, directly into Crowley’s shadow. Not only is he getting closer, right into his personal space, but suddenly Crowley's face is going to be a lot clearer, not backlit anymore. At the same time the Crowley's hand retreats just a little from almost grabbing and dragging Aziraphale's cravat to doing a pointy finger. And then we have-

Where the eye contact is basically the most indecent thing I've ever seen. It's just... a lot.

#i'll see myself out #good omens #good omens s2 #the resurrectionists #ineffable husbands #gif analysis #gif set #aziracrow #goomens #crowley x aziraphale #i am so unwell over them #a duck gifs #a duck talks

[adamnsey]

#fucking truly #also works for both of them #anyways i am made SO unwell by these episodes. like i need to lie down #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd spoilers #ofmd season 2 #ofmd season 2 spoilers #edstede #gentlebeard #blackstede #blackbonnet #stede bonnet #edward teach #mine

[uselessimpulses]

so like theyre an old married couple theyre divorced theyre frantic teens in love

#im miserable theyre so doomed and in love and always will be despite being DOOMED #physically unwell over them im literally begging for them to hug on screen just once #trigun 98 youre wildin n i love you so much #trimax you will always hold a special place in my heart and you melt my brain i am not gods strongest soldier release me from this war #trigun #trigun stampede #tristamp #trigun maximum #trimax #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #vashwood

[outlawbutterfly]

HANDING HER RIPTIDE!! AND THEN USING IT TO SWITCH PLACES TO SACRIFICE HIMSELF AND SAVE HER!!!!!

I AM S C R E A M I N G OH MY GODS I LOVE THEM

#percabeth #pjo #pjo series #pjo tv show #percy jackson #annabeth chase #i love them your honor #(whilst aggressively sobbing) THEYRE SO SMALL #BABIES #screaming crying throwing up #i am unwell #pjo spoilers

[cespool]

Can we PLEASE talk about how Gerard CHOSE TO GIVE HIS NAME, HIS STORY, HIS DESTINY, AND GIVE IT TO ELODY even AFTER Rapunzel straight up told him Elody did not fall in love with him because of him but because it was the right thing to do.

Regardless of whether or not this is the truth, the fact that Gerard CHOSE to give what he gave shows that Gerard, despite all his faults, really did love Elody beyond himself.

He's gone on record saying he would have fell in love with her even if she had a spider for a face and now this?

Maybe Elody fell in love with Gerard because he was a frog that needed saving. Maybe she didnt.

Maybe Gerard fell in love with Elody because she could make him human. Maybe he didnt.

We don't really know how their love began but what we do know now for certain is that Gerard truly loves Elody, loves her enough to essentially LET GO of her. Unshackle her from the responsibility of keeping him human.

Elody loved Gerard to make him human.

Gerard loves Elody enough to become a frog again.

#I AM SO UNWELL ABOUT GERELODY IM GONNA FUDHAOHSIRIRJ #neverafter #neverafter spoilers #dimension twenty #dimension 20 #prince gerard of greenleigh #gerard of greenleigh #princess elody #elody of greenleigh #gerelody #I WILL NEVER RECOVER #I WILL CONTINUE TO TALK ABOUT THEM COS THEY MAKE ME INSANEEEE

[makenna-made-this]

Feel like shit just want them back

#I'm not even joking i think about them on average at least once a day #i am unwell #passenger pigeon #we did you so so wrong #it's Makenna Is Mad About Extinct Birds hour again #martha i will avenge you #i don't know how yet but I'll do it #shut up me #extinction #extinct animals #birds #birdblr #environmentalism #i want to see them block out the sun i want to witness their splendor #but i can't and my soul will never know peace

[bitwein]

To spend my tomorrows with you

I’m reuploading older works for archive reasons don’t mind me

#trigun #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #wein art #trimax #wolfwood #vashwood #I spent like two days like listening to iris by the goo goo dolls while drawing this #I was so mentally unwell about them #I still am #but I was like super unwell at that time

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

fantasy au scribbles!!

#ft. bardaby and wall beefing <3 #ok yeah im just gonna call possessed wally wall. #cause yk. homes. home. walls. wall. #the alternative options were like. walome. holly. etc. bad options #In My Mind that scribble is the result of barnaby's first time seeing home possess wally #he did not know home could do that! they'd already had a very stressful and bad few months! #both of them were at their limits and were ready to Start Biting! #scribble salad #wh fantasy au #wh au #welcome home au #anyway yeah i gave howdy a lil ponytail. what about it #and his lil magic bullet bandolier <3 #ALSO DRAWING THE PUPPETS WITH TEETH IS FUN BUT ALSO VERY STRANGE #I AM NOT USED TO SHOVING CHOMPERS IN THEIR FACES #but in this au they're Real Fleshy Beings so. they need teeth i guess #ok i just wanted to give them teeth in a way that my brain allowed #still very unwell about this lil au btw #my little imaginings have been keeping me going lately #my favorite plotlines at present are bardaby-home bonding / wally & home are separated / ocean adventures / disembowelment <3 #fun things all around!

[esmes]

that wouldn't be too painful, would it? 🎥 @theriddletrades

#sweeney todd #musicaltheatreedit #broadwayedit #annaleigh ashford #josh groban #idk. this came to me in a dream and i had to make it. a demon made me do it. #bc as much as it was never going to work... there was some softness there. and i love them the mOST for giving me this. #josh looking up into her eyes as she asks him.. marshaling all his strength to bring himself to the present moment for her. #the little nod as if to say of course before he actually utters it aloud... peak romance for them actually #her fingers clutching at his shirt collar.... oh i am UNWELL all over again #also her foot on his boot during by the sea fdsklfdsjk she's so annoying i adore her #we're not even gonna get into the hand pats and chin boop bc :(((((( #for the umpteenth time - I MISS THEM!!!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ #** #long post #otp: if you only knew

[k0za--k]

dude. DUDE. you don't understand YOU DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND

Ramón loves Fit, he cares about his dad more then anything. HE WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR HIM. and he's fully aware that Fit really, truly has only HIM. yes there's Phil and now Tubbo too. but Fit didn't tell them about his mission, he doesn't trust them, not quite like he trusts Ramón and they don't care about Fit like Ramón does. i would bet that this kid would willingly give one or even BOTH of his lives if it saved Fit. Ramón just wants to be happy. and he won't ever be unless Fit is. AND VICE VERSA. they both love each other so much. Fit stated multiple times that the mission will not bring harm to Ramón (and Pac), but if it somehow turned out otherwise. Fit would be done for. i'm 100% sure that at this point, Fit would give up his own freedom to save Ramón. even if he had to be thrown back into the hellscape that is 2b. "as long as Ramón is safe, i don't mind never seeing him again. as long as he's safe" [paraphrased]

"i just don't want you to be alone forever" this kid. this kid can read Fit so well. i'm sure he is somewhat aware that Fit has always been alone, how awful 2b is despite all the fascinating bed time stories Fit tells him. he can SEE all the scars on Fit's body, for fucks sake HE IS MISSING AN ARM. THAT SHOULD BE ENOUGH OF A TESTIMONY WHAT 2B IS LIKE and Ramón has EYES. he can see all the involuntary things Fit does. how hard it is for him to trust someone, the anxiety when Ramón is out of Fit's field of vision, the fear of death. his own or anyone else's. Ramón is too smart to not realise these things

BUT. Fit said Pac was there for him. that Pac was his support. FIT SAID HE LIKES PAC. he can see Fit actually likes Pac, that he cares for the Brazilian and Pac is cool! he and Mike hung out a LOT before the whole kidnappings started. and Pac was EXCITED when Ramón called him "future dad". Pac seemed like he HOPED it became truth. "you think so?" he looked HAPPY at the thought and Ramón sees a chance. a little spark of hope. for Fit to be happy. to have a second dad. to have a family. to BE happy

Ramón and Fit only have each other. and they are just a child and a men, both traumatised beyond belief. but they have each other. and they love each other more than anything

#i am so fucking unwell about them #you have no idea #“i would do anything” PEOPLE DIED. #FOR FUCKS SAKE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEY MEAN THE WORLD TO ME #qsmp fitmc #qsmp fit #qsmp ramón #qsmp ramon #hideduo #fitpac #< implied

[franzkafkagf]

ever thought about how aegon was alicent‘s first and her last left? your house is burning and your children are gone. except him. except him. he came back to her, unrecognizable, burnt and twisted, but he came back to her. she has him still.

i have done everything you’ve asked me to. i try so hard but it will never be enough for you. and it wasn‘t. she asked him to save their family, save the realm, save her. he didn‘t, he couldn‘t. he did come back to her. he had cursed her on the day he was born.

do you love me? you imbecile. i love those bones of you. i love you so much i have sacrificed everything to see you on the throne. i have sacrificed my youth. sacrificed my decency. sacrificed my oldest. i have sacrificed you. i love you. my oldest, my firstborn, my sacrifice.

and as he walks towards his mother like an animal to his butcher she plants a kiss on his forehead. her little sacrificial lamb, he came back. came back to her. did i do well mother? did i do enough? no. i love you. you came back.

i wonder who he thought about when the poison touched his lips.

#i am unwell and so very normal about them. #alicent hightower #aegon ii targaryen #aligon #house of the dragon #hotd #olivia cooke #tom glynn carney #asoiaf #alicent x aegon #ales.txt

[rovermcfly]

oh my god oh my god oh my god it's been years but I have NOT forgotten about this bit in the script and I am begging on my knees that this means we're getting it after all somehow

#I AM UNWELL ABOUT THEM AGAIN #good omens #ineffable husbands #''it's been years'' HUH??? #(as far as I remember terry wanted the song to be the theme/important so I hope his wish will come true for s2 💛)