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#i will never get over this btw
greatest-wonder · 1 month
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cw // prisoner’s throne spoilers !!
we got a lot of jurdan moments in the prisoner’s throne but yk what’s my absolute favorite? no, it’s not that time where cardan called jude “[so many secrets,] wife.” not that time either where cardan was willing to fight wren if jude got hurt bc of her. also not that time where cardan whipped out his cloak to protect jude from the bolts.
my absolute favorite jurdan moment from book two was them being told through oak’s eyes: oak noticing the change in cardan’s voice when talking only to jude, when it’s just the two of them — how it becomes raw. so real.
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willowser · 10 months
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no, bc it's something about an android thinking they're in love 😭😭 DO YOU GET IT. DO YOU GET IT.
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jaanwangji · 1 year
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I saw your poem about your older brother on another app, I didn’t realize how much I hope my younger brother knows that I love him and I’m sorry for how our childhood happened. I need him to know I’m sorry and I think your poem helped me figure that out, so thank you
oh my god wow..i literally have no words this is such a big compliment i can't even omg THANK YOU thank you <3 nd i hope you get to tell your brother that one day (also if u don't mind can u send me the link to the post?)
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kizamiawakening · 1 year
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It's also really Funny because Yuuya Canonically, in Sachiko's Hysteric BirthDay Bash, Summoned Cululu (Or Cthulhu, as that's literally what Cululu is) with the Book of Eibon just to grant his Wish of having a Little Sister (or Three as the Wrong End shows, though his entire Wish was to have a World where he and Yuka can Live together).
He's Fucking DESPERATE FOR A LITTLE SISTER AND IT IS HILARIOUS IN THIS ASPECT
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inkskinned · 3 months
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yesterday while feverish i wrote about how boats can moor next to each other like pigeons, cooing with the gentle rap of water against their hull. you once said that that the way i see things - birds in the water, feathers in marina paint - was "childish and naive." you said i'd been misdiagnosed - "it can't all be adhd. you might be just kind of stupid and lazy."
i still do certain things like how you taught me - turn the pillow case inside out before putting it on. drive defensively. hate myself entirely.
the prompt for this poem is "mahler's fifth." i wish it wasn't, but mahler's fifth was our song. it ended up in my book. every person that knows your name has promised me they'll give you one swift rabbit punch, right to the face. dean read the book and showed up on my front porch, drenched in sweat from running the 8 miles at 4 in the morning. he was shaking. pacifist and gentle - he works with children - i'd never seen him furious. a punch isn't going to do it, he said, and then said i'm sorry. i had to come to see if you were okay.
mahler's fifth was mine first, like my girlhood. i like the way each movement piles onto the next movement, each instrument bleeding into the next. i like the horn version the best. before i met you, i danced to it on grass still-wet from sprinklers.
later you would tell me that the way you heard it was somehow better. you understood something in it that i couldn't quite wrap my fingers into. once, on our anniversary, you asked the classical music radio station to play it for us. we missed hearing it because we were fighting. one of the things people get wrong about abuse is that sometimes victims are, like, brutally aware of the stupidity of our situation. what do you mean that you thought i wasn't good enough for you? you? you're just... nothing.
sometimes people can pull the poetry out of your life. i watched my words become clothesline, and then thin out into kite twine. i watched you chew through every good syllable of me. so many good songs and places and moments were ruined. i am glad you didn't like most of my music - less to tie back to you.
but still mahler's fifth. the music swells, and i am 21 and throwing up in a bathroom on my birthday. a woman i will later refer to as lesbian jesus runs a cool hand down my back, her perfect pantsuit starch-pressed. she told me to leave you. she said - and this is true, and not an invention of rhyme or fantasy - i'm you from the future.
i am 22, and i got home from an award ceremony, and i remember you telling me - you act so proud of yourself when you're actually so fucking embarrassing. i took you to disney world. you took my virginity. i gave up visiting spain for a week with my family - i instead choose you, to spend the time just-cuddling. you called it "our fuck week." the music swells. it probably should have been a red flag that for about 3 years - i just gave up on crying. my grandfather died and you said nothing. my uncle died and you ghosted me for 3 weeks. you said i need to protect myself from your ongoing tragedy.
every so often i come back to the memory of one of our last afternoons in person. i had just told you that i wasn't going to law school, despite the free ride - i was going to join a creative writing program. master's in fine arts. i was going to finally do it - i was going to follow my dreams. this blog was already internet-famous. however reluctantly, i would occasionally refer to myself as a poet. i got into umass amherst's writing program for fiction authors. it is one of the the top 5 programs in the country.
wait are you seriously considering actually attending that? dumbfounded, you turned completely towards me in your seat. for the 3rd time in our relationship, you almost crashed the car. you actually want to be a writer?
the first time i went viral, it was for a poem i wrote about you:
he wants to say i love you but keeps it to goodnight because love will take some falling and she's afraid of heights.
every time i see that, i want to throw up. you weren't in love with me, you were in love with the control you had over me. a little truth though: i am afraid of heights. you caught a rabbitgirl and skinned her alive.
mahler's fifth still makes me sick.
give me that back. give me back music. give me back everything i had before you. give me back fearlessness. give me back bravery. give me back a scarless body.
give me back what you took from me.
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fireplceashes · 20 days
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Like that? Yeah, that works. So that was okay? It was better than fake mouth static.
9-1-1 | 7.04 "Buck, Bothered and Bewildered"
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sunnibits · 7 months
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“the kids chose protective mom izzy in the divorce” is literally my new favorite joke to come out of s2 so far I’m utterly obsessed
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fretsaffron · 7 months
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and the award for best couple goes tooo
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evankinard · 19 days
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bewitched, bothered, and bewildered - am I
(screencaps @queerbuck <3 @gayhoediaz <3 @queerbuckleys <3)
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moonpaw · 7 months
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r0semultiverse · 28 days
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splatoonusna · 2 months
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man that splatfest was wack :/
You're telling me.
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inkskinned · 7 months
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as we enter the start of a semester and the dreaded Hour of Making Friends us upon us... if ur ever at a loss for what to say in one of those weird social situations where you only vaguely-know people, one of my favorite questions to ask is "what is your favorite food crime." a food crime is like the food combination that you love that other people find revolting. press them to take it further than pineapple on pizza, that's rote. food crimes is a good topic that has many benefits as it turns out all people are degenerates and also it will give you some cool ideas to try out later in the privacy of your own degenerate kitchen
the other good thing to ask is "okay but has anyone here ever been someplace haunted" bc it turns out if you ask most people directly they don't believe in ghosts, but many people are like "oh yeah i lived in a haunted house. ghosts aren't real tho"
#my food crime is that i regularly make a “pasta and tuna” situation that has somehow gotten even more evil and degenerate over time.#it is a ''white wine reduction'' (it's just white wine and garlic powder & seasoning)#and tuna from a can.#and plain pasta.#if i have the spoons i will actually chop garlic for it but this tends to be my comfort food for a REALLY bad day#bc its super easy to make:#boil pasta. drain. put into bowl for later. into same pot u used for pasta.#put tuna (with oil/water from can). let fry a little for like 2-3 min. put in whatever amount of wine. season to taste.#the tuna will get a little crisp on it which is nice. important side note:#this began as a Bolognese sauce.#and one day i had to sub for tuna. i know. not ideal. i cried about it too.#somehow over time it is now its own little evil thing. i would never make someone else eat it. it is beautiful.#but yeah i don't even stir the pasta in afterwards i just slap pasta into serving bowl#slap this ''''''sauce'''''''' on top#molto bene#(i really can cook fairly well btw. this is a food crime. not a suggestion of skill or ability)#(i LOVE baking but when i cook for myself. the autism is obvious. bc i just don't understand the point of most of the steps)#(.... i can just eat the deli meat out of the bag. it is protein. i don't even have to like it. i just have to eat enough calories.)#(also i used to cook MUCH more before this apartment which is so small that i can stretch my arms out and overreach the counter length.)#(.... i'm 5.2. so.)
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hekateinhell · 6 months
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he has synesthesia he sees dead people he was a monsterfucker from the start he's been a theater director a cult leader a lawyer and a mall architect he loves honky-tonk music he had his own mad scientist laboratory he's excellent at interior design he can identify cocaine by scent he once got so frat boy drunk he fell into a filthy canal and then got drunk again the very next day he's plump and juicy he's cinderella at the ball and as if the devil still retained the face and form of the angel after the fall
happy birthday armand i love you so much baby girl truly the character of all time
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aquanutart · 7 months
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Nyaha~! Caught in my electroweb! ♡
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genericpuff · 4 months
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when were y'all gonna tell me about persephone, the poodle webkinz who runs a shop that's pretty much exclusively for rich people-
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i need to make it clear that the irony here is not lost on me LOL
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what's even better is the comment section which is a mixed bag of praise and "fuck you persephone for hating poor people" criticisms and again, thE IRONY SHOULD NOT BE LOST ON US HERE-
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this has literally nothing to do with LO and yet it makes me laugh so fucking hard to see a whole ass other niche and specific fandom embroiled in criticism regarding a pink depiction of persephone who they deem to be a snobby diva
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d-
do you think-
do you think this is what rachel's been referencing the whole time when she keeps having the male characters in LO brag about persephone's pedigree-
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