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dreamerlynx · 3 months
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LMAOOOO George died and after a scream of despair sapnap was like “ok well now we can team with hbomb easy ^_^”
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skrunksthatwunk · 3 months
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thinking about how eiji's a pole vaulter and how ash talks about eiji "flying" and how eiji's associated with bird imagery and how eiji's free (unlike ash) and how eiji comes in on a plane and leaves on a plane and how ash cannot fly, ash cannot be free, how nyc is ash's prison, and how ash is the leopard who dies climbing the mountain, unable to live at such elevation, how he was trying to reach the sky and be free but was always stuck to the earth, how he chose to die instead of climbing back down, how he chose to die where he could see the sky and hope and freedom almost like a bird with eiji's letter right in front of him rather than letting everything go wrong and ruin it once again, how eiji's a failed pole vaulter anyway, how a bad fall ruined his career and grounded him (physically and emotionally), how it took flying to america and meeting ash and needing to save him and skip for him to try flying again, how he landed hard and harsh and still the thought of that escape compelled ash to protect eiji at all costs because if he could fly that means something to him, even if he doesn't think he can fly, how eiji is the manifestation of his hope and how when he breaks and asks eiji to stay with him a while he folds himself over his legs and weighs him down and traps him and grounds him, how ash fights like hell to keep eiji alive not because he thinks he can be like him (hopeful, flying, innocent), but because he makes him forget the gravity of his situation, and so he can see eiji fly again. how he wants to see him escape. how eiji is a bird and ash is a wildcat and how ash never once saw eiji as prey. how eiji never saw ash as a predator. how it is eiji's naivete that first endears ash to him, how it is his freedom and flight and removal from darkness and his ability to leave that darkness that really roots eiji in ash's blood as something essential to him keeping on living in this hell of nyc. how it is that distance from the violence and that hope for the future that ash chooses to surround himself in as he dies. how ash dies in a dream because he feels more than anything that he can't fly like eiji, that he can never leave. how his violence is a part of him and will be forever, how it weighs him down. how he wants to enjoy the view from the mountainside rather than looking up from the ground below. as if they can both fly. as if he is with him up there and not grounded. eye-to-eye with what he can't have, seeing eiji's homeland: the sky. how he dies trying to reach the top because he couldn't take retreating and trying again. how ash, tired and tired and tired and convinced it will go on forever if he crawls back down the mountain, chooses to close his life deluged in eiji, in eiji's insistence that they can fly together, in eiji's hope for him and for them, in eiji's beautiful dream. how ash dies without trying to realize that dream. how ash, in dying, destroys it.
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sparklingoctopus · 1 month
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It's so sad but also kinda funny
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quarklynx · 4 months
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I read 500 pages today. Five hundred.
What is wrong with me, why do I do this. Why can't I just enjoy books at a normal pace?
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lynxfrost13 · 5 months
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Fucking Christ
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skekteksfurby · 5 months
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14 y/o me not even knowing what cougars look like and where they live and with a lot of confidence putting them in Austria of all places for my webseries: Yes this makes perfect sense
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werebutch · 8 months
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Worst but also funniest part of owning a rabbit is that they don’t care how much time and energy u spend cleaning. They don’t like it. They actively want to live in a horrible nest
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lynxalon · 1 year
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Love; Disconnection and Connection
I am a matryoshka doll
Inverse
Within me I hold
My mother
My grandmother
My great grandmother
And her mother
And her grandmother
But I am not my mother's
Daughter
Does that line end with me
I remember
Going to my grandparents house
And taking those matryoshka dolls
Apart
It felt like love
To take someone apart
Want to see all of them
It's all the matryoshka doll knows
What comes before them and
What comes after
Do I hope for that kind of love
Or do I hope
To be held so tightly
Crushed and put together over
And over
Again
What love do I want
Need
Deserve?
What love will finally (finally!) fill me
I know love because
I hold it within me
So why
Why am I still
...
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spindrifters · 1 year
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you will never ever write:
1. the choices of the padshanks fandom
2. marginalia: corndog edition
3. wolfstar giving each other emotionless handjobs
they said it couldn't be done. they were fucking wrong.
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Festive, uproarious laughter rises from somewhere far down below, muted by carpets and brick and centuries of black magic woven into Grimmauld Place’s walls. Somewhere in the old townhouse, against all the odds, hope springs in deepest winter. Up here in his father’s long-abandoned study, Sirius feels it shrivel in the cold.
“I’m sorry,” he says, hand still on the doorknob, halfway out to the landing.
He should leave. He’s made his choice.
Down in the warm kitchen, Remus is waiting for him. Remus, unpracticed laugh lines stretching wide for the first time in years. Remus, whose warm body stretches against his at night. Just the way another used to, languid lines and orange fur spilling into black during that freezing winter in the Shrieking Shack. Remus, who’s left the evidence of their rekindled flame across the broad expanse of Sirius’s neck and collarbone for all to see. Purple bruises sucked into palest white.
He should go.
He should.
But something about the sight of his own hand on the doorknob stills him where he stands. Fresh scratches, long and precise as needles, the answer to those bruises, freshly seen for the very first time. Something in the tiny dots of bubbling blood. Sirius has always longed to be marked by those he loves. Made to belong.
Across the dark library, a fluffed tail rises without so much as a hiss. Stoic and intent, that’s always been his way.
“Please,” he whispers. “Don’t.”
Caramel orange eyes meet storm grey and, with such meticulous aim it might as well be a strike to the very heart, Crookshanks bats a crystal goblet off the table.
Name three fics you think I will never, ever, ever write. I will attempt to write a snippet of one of them.
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nighty-night-nh · 5 months
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I do feel some type of way when I see people go through my old sona art cause i dont know if im that lynx woman anymore man, I'm in a transition state cause bad shit happened while I was that lynx. Old life's gone now and they might be too, but there's this rabbit that I hope you'll enjoy someday
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hibiscuslynx · 2 years
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Connecticut 10?
short guy with a lot of rage that always brings up his alma mater who also happens to be a middle brother that gets treated like the youngest; new yorkachusetts.
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dreamerlynx · 3 months
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😭😭😭 they just executed sylvee’s Spanish teammate roberto to get a fourth teammate and he went up to her declared her their teammate now and she went “okay yay :)”
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lynx-tales · 6 months
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I get chipotle every week because it’s easy and it’s on the way home. I always get the same thing, which has
A) no tomatoes
B)no onions
Today I ordered the same thing I always do
And I came home
And I bit into my burrito and there was a tomatoes. And an onions.
Leading to the very unpleasant experience of eating my burrito very slowly and picking out anything I do not like.
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bananafishmanga · 2 years
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quarklynx · 4 months
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you guyyyyyyys i just got my first ever gift as a streamer from a viewer and i'm all emotional about iiiiit i'm a real pro gamer now ;w;
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lynx-224 · 1 year
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is the archer by taylor swift a mike wheeler song or do I just relate too much to the archer
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