Crowley is the poster child for mommy issues

I am so incredibly stunned and honored to see that Sleuth Jesters won both angstiest fic and most dramatic fic!!! I can't express how much this means to me. I'm completely floored and overwhelmed in the best way possible, and I cherish each and every one of you who has read my works. Thank you. Your support inspires me so much. I wish I could do something grand as a big thank you, but I hope that the little SJ MerMay one-shot I'm working on will suffice!

Until next time. ♥

It's the horns. They drive me mad.

North/Sonic/Kim special episode WHEN

Step dad Criston Cole HC:

his kids never got too big. never too big for him to (at the very least try to) hold close, to carry around, to rock them to sleep, to let them sit in his lap or be buried in his side. they're never too big to run to him for comfort. they're never to big to need their tears wiped away. his kids are never to big for him, they never 'age out' of his love and care, he will always be their dad in every way until he draws his last breath.

Starkid consistently makes me cry with their anti capitalist messaging 😭

for once in my lifeeee let me get what i want

bounty hunter's next on the list since I was nearly done with hutta as-is! Environmental details are the big one from this and some... interesting camera business.

Before hug:

After hug:

i've mentioned my headcanons on revalink's love languages before, but last night i was thinking about link who really likes giving revali kisses for any and every occasion because he just can't keep himself off of his bird bf 😄 kisses all over revali's beak, on his red cheek feathers (so he can pretend it's a lipstick mark or that revali is blushing), in between revali's eyes, or on his forehead. link often falls asleep wrapped around revali's body, his lips on revali's neck.

and revali will gripe and complain about how touchy-feely link is, but he secretly loves it. and he'll never, ever admit it out loud, but there's a part of him that wishes just for a moment that he was a hylian so he could return all of link's kisses. their biologies tragically aren't compatible for such intimacy, and even though link says it's okay, revali can't help but feel he's not providing enough for his mate. what sort of mate is he, to not be able to reciprocate the affection his mate always gives him?

so revali hopes, with every tight hug and every press of their foreheads, that link can feel every ounce of love that revali as for him. he hopes that in this lifetime, it can be enough.

regardless of whatever i think its safe to say that jaewon is going to hit a huge depressive slump in the upcoming episodes and. 😔. i ..... 😔😔😔😔.

A love letter to B’Elanna’s Starfleet Tank Top (Continued)

Star Trek: Voyager - Extreme Risk

Anne’s little ‘thank you’ to the crowds outside Balmoral made me so emotional 😭 she looked so sad

I knowww same 😭 Here too 😭

love having ocs so much like yeah this is a guy i made whos tormented daily by the fact that his boss, a woman he has the fattest crush on, is slowly dying and hes driving himself mad trying to find a cure. hes also really likes playing cards and does little card tricks :)

Rewatching the light in the hall

because the amount of time I think about Joe Pritchard is embarrasing really

Rolling in the Graves snippet

Raw as a wound, Nesta just stared at him, tense and unsure in ways that made Lucien want to commit atrocities to fix. Instead, he let go. Had to pause, to breathe at the way she immediately grabbed a handful of thick skirts, a nervous life-line, knuckles dead white.   Lucien made the slow work of gently rolling back her tight, constricting sleeve. Could feel her gaze like a weight, a touch, when he cupped the back of her hand, and kissed her palm. Stayed there to inhale the lovely scent of her, fire and ferocity, before Lucien pressed his mouth to her pulse.   Looked up to see her watching, to hold those lovely blue eyes, and pressed his teeth to that thin, delicate skin.   Her sigh sounded like it had been punched out of her.   Not enough- there was no quantity to what he wanted to give her, no limit, not something he could allow himself to think, more than- it was not enough.   Lucien nuzzled her wrist. Listened to her heart. Looked up again to check- to see Nesta, color painted high across those sharp cheeks- and applied himself with renewed vigor, pausing only to carefully unfold and then unlace entirely the cuff of her sleeve before it began to cut into her skin.   Every inched he bared raced with goosebumps, so soft beneath the brush of Lucien’s thumb.   He brought her whole forearm to his face, following that perfect scent, gentle mouth and teasing sharp, sharp teeth. “Oh,” Nesta breathed, and all Lucien could think, no matter how much this was destroying him, lighting through every part of his body, all he really was, was glad she sounded happy, and not embarrassed.   Truly, pleased.   That it was Nesta, not quite gentle, who tipped back his chin and silently demanded more.