My father was once given the option to get to watch them put his arm back together after it was broken in an accident. They meant it as a joke, but he said yes to it and they were unsure what to do about it.
He didn't get to watch, but it always made me wonder if the option was really there, would people take it.
Just finished my canvas painting of Technoblade. It's only like the fourth or so thing I've made, so I'm a bit proud of how it turned out. As inspiration for the Technoblade pig I used the art for his sitting plushie thingy. Idk how to call it. Sorry.
Inspired by when the hardest part is over by throughfire on AO3
The hallway light catches on the sharp lines of Buck’s features, now, highlighting half of his face and making the unshed tears along his lash lines shine. He has curled a hand – seemingly reflexively – around Eddie’s wrist as though to stop him, and now they’re caught in the doorway as though they’re framed by it, painting the scene of a breathless, halted aftermath that neither of them knows how to navigate. A mess to be hung in a museum somewhere for other people to analyze to pieces.
The slightly shorter one is in love, they’ll say. The taller one has no idea.
Lowkey want to make a au where Ballister travels around the world as a hit man/ practicee of raqs sharqi, not sure where ambrosius is in this, suggestions? Comments? Concerns???
sometimes i think about penny turner and how much she must love her brilliant, beautiful son, her only child, and how proud she must be of him, but how much she must've worried about him too over the years (and probably still does sometimes) and then i cry a little 🥺
gif credit @ihatealexturner [X]
more emo thoughts about this under the cut because it's just that kind of night i suppose
like, we know alex and his mum (both his parents actually) have a great relationship and they love each other very much, so i have no doubt that she's so very proud of alex for how hard he works and how driven and talented he is, so proud of everything he's achieved, knowing how much he and his creations mean to a huge number of people
but then also, how could she not worry about him, knowing that yes, he is living his dream, but he's also flying all across the world every few years, a different city every night, performing to the point of exhaustion, only to have to come up with the next big thing all over again? that's a lot of pressure on his shoulders, even if he does share a lot of it with the rest of the band. and alex handles it admirably of course, but still, if even i worry about him sometimes, i can't imagine how it must be for his mother (and father, of course, all of this probably goes for him just as much)
i also think about how she must have felt when alex moved to the usa, and how relieved she must've been when he decided to move back to the uk/europe, to have him closer again. and i wonder how she must've felt watching all those different personas and eras he created appear and disappear, maybe sometimes fearing he'd lose himself somewhere along the way, but still always seeing her boy underneath it all. i'm sure she's gotten used to it to some extent, but it must still be overwhelming sometimes, seeing all the hype and the scrutiny and the expectations and the temptations he has to deal with, especially knowing better than anyone how special and sensitive he is deep down. i can imagine she wishes she could protect him while at the same time knowing he's a big boy now, and he was always destined to make his mark on the world in a way that required him to spread his wings and leave the warm nest she'd created for him
and then i think she must also be so grateful to know that he's always got his best friends with him when he's on the road, to support him and share the load, and that he has so many more friends who adore him and always have his back, and how much of a reassurance that must be and then I just 😭😭😭😭 you know? 🥺
Does anyone else do this thing where, on an especially good series, you, like, stop reading and save the last part/last few parts in a special TBR pile?? Because they’re just SO GOOD and you JUST DON’T WANT IT TO END???
I feel like I’m doing the authors a disservice because I won’t have reacted to their final efforts (yet!) and from the outside it’s like I just disengaged, but in reality I’m just wanting to hang on to their characters and stories for as long as I can because I love them so much...
Anyone?
🤞😬
P.S. Some writers who I’ve done/am doing this with include, but is not limited to, @bettyfrommars @pinkrelish @trashmouth-richie @justmeinadaze @munson-blurbs @ghost-proofbaby @corroded-hellfire @storiesbyrhi @eddiessluttywaist @eddies-house @hellfire--cult @boomhauer @abibliophobiaa @manda-panda-monium @apomaro-mellow @indulgence-be-thy-name @msgexymunson
I just wanted you to know that I’m in love with your story(ies) and the fact that I haven’t read the final/most recent parts yet is actually, somehow, a massive compliment! 😆
Wait, did this just become an author rec post?? Which if it is I would be totally cool with…
Ok, I have to admit it. I’m a weird whump nerd, I read and write fanfiction, I enjoy all kinds of whump. Nothing new there. I know you are too 😁😈
Now I’m really sick (doc said most likely influenza, but I haven’t got the bloodwork back yet. He ruled out Covid, pneumonia and bronchitis)
Turns out I‘m even a sucker for my own suffering. Just for science. How does burning up feel? How does a 103,5 fever feel? How does the body go from shivers and chills to sweating my clothes dripping wet when I take a fever reducer? How does it feel to almost vomit from coughing violently? How does it feel to get up too fast and cough too hard so that you black out a second. How do wobbly legs and rapid pulse from high fever feel?
I don’t like being sick. I hate it. Of course! But since I‘m sick anyway, I can explore it, right. For science.
Is that fucked up?! 😂🫣
I‘ll try to sleep now. Cough depressant and Ibuprofen are in my system and I‘m in the sweating absurdly phase, which strangely enough lets me sleep. Depending on blood results they might put me on antibiotics tomorrow.
I wish I were a boy, but not in a trans way. like I wish I was born a boy, was socialized as a boy, made boy friends, bonded with people like a boy, loved a boy like a boy. I want to be exactly who am now, but a boy, but I can't be and I fucking hate it.
i've always headcanoned dream as an introvert and nightmare as an extrovert and i realized people prolly don't think the same way.
but, like. in my eyes, dream is very outgoing and positive, but at the end of the day he needs to go into his room and just take a few hours to himself. recharge.
nightmare, however, finds himself with a book and sets himself down near his team. he doesn't often interact with them in these moments, but just sitting back and being by people helps him recharge