something something love is what matters, something something the world may be ending and we may be dying but love is still what matters, something something the world is so incredibly cruel and we owe it to each other to not be, to be kind and love eachother
it's always better to have loved.
philip pullman, the amber spyglass / guillermo del toro's pinocchio (2022) / fleabag (2016-2019) / andrew garfield / art by @catadromously / anne carson, euripides / markus zusak, the book thief / shannon barry / little women (2019) / the good place (2016-2020) / fyodor dostoevsky, crime and punishment / his dark materials (2019-2022) / @starpeace
Her first impression of Tyler Owens doesn’t involve him at all. Instead, it involves his bright red truck, and his less-than-adequate undercarriage and connecting anchors. (A rather fitting metaphor and all that.)
First paragraph from my current fic, chapter 3 of people help the people
You make it sound like it’s a bad thing, to be a monster. But the day will come when you wish for a monster to drive away the true evil, but I wasn’t here to be at your side.
- And on that day, your kingdom will fall // CBL
Addy was broken goods, and that was just the bitter fucking truth.
people help the people
by l.g
it’s over.
the deed is done.
their power evaporates,
stardust scattered in the wind,
and time slows down.
they turn, smiling as they tip sideways
their eyes still so bright so kind so full of love
their hair swept up by gravity
“everything’s okay”
their elegant attire fanning around them
“it’s all going to be just fine”
graceful, even as they crumble
“they can’t hurt you anymore”
their weapon slides bloody from their hand.
“it’s over now”
you reach but oh they’re so far away
“you’re safe now”
too far away, and you won’t make it in time
“hush now love please don’t you cry”
crash crash burn.
they fall a glittering diamond
your knight fallen to slay the beast you couldn’t
like the tears streaming down your face
down down down where you can’t follow
and pool upon the ground unmoving
you scream you scream no no no
to lay there still
forever more.
they have a name, a name you shriek
a name I could have branded
into these words with the hiss
oh the sting the howl of anguish,
but I don’t have to, do I?
no,
not when you saw them
ablaze in sunlight
oh how you love them
you knew their name the moment I spoke.
I’m totally normal about characters who are defined by their goodness, who then go through hell and have to cling to their faith in humanity with their bloody nails, wdym???
see this is my issue, I start watching a new show and immediately save a hundred tik tok edits and start writing fanfiction about it
also I may or may not be writing a one tree hill fanfic rn sooooo
Show Ellie isn’t obsessed with killing abby, she’s so happy - idk man she just left her pregnant girlfriend with an arrow in her leg to hopefully make it back to the theater, no checking in, no seeing if her gf and best friend made it out of the culty forest alive, just straight up let me go on a suicide mission to maybe find and kill Nora. Seems like a very revenge consumed girly but that’s just me
yall hear me out - forced bonding because Tyler isn’t enough of an asshole to leave Javi alone when he’s in the middle of a panic attack???
Also it’s harder to hate a dude when you know his traumatic past, survivor guilt, and terrible coping skills
haha that's a nice starry-eyed ambition you've got there buddy. sure hope the narrative doesn't warp it into something ruthless and all-consuming
Sapphic_terror on ao3 queer and nonbinary (any pronouns)Yall I may be losing it a little but at least I’m writing a lot of fan fiction (that’s a slight lie but I’m trying I swear)
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