Absolutely A Sucker For The ARE YOU HURT Once Over. The Wandering Hands, Frantically Checking For Blood

Absolutely a sucker for the “ARE YOU HURT” once over. The wandering hands, frantically checking for blood or pain just SOMETHING. ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED of what they might find while searching. The panicked look on the face of the person doing the checking, the glossy, confused “I’m fine” from the person being checked. HOO BOY just inject that shit right into my veins

we shouldn’t have let fanfiction become something everyone reads. like, you shouldn’t know what ao3 is unless you were deeply weird in middle school, okay? i don’t care if this is gatekeeping. some gates need to be kept, for my own sanity.

entranced recently not by “i can fix him” or “i can make him worse” but the “something deeply wrong with him and i want to be around as like a spectator when the car crash inevitably happens” dynamic

oh you kin adam parrish? name your top three favorite things about gansey

what if I asked u to dream me the world, smth new for every night. and we were both boys

Ok ok ok, imagine the game of telephone that's happening rn. Orym calls Keyleth and says it's the Cerberus Assembly. Keyleth goes, fuckin wizards, and calls Allura. Allura goes, oh those bastards, calls Caleb and goes get ur fuckin wizards and Caleb, exhausted, ambles up the road to beau's house, bangs on the door at 9pm and just goes 'ludinus'