i just have to post these here bc i think about this DAILY
tumblr users will reblog anything. have half a peanut
Colin has slept at work like this at LEAST once
getting PTSD flashbacks because of gravity falls is diabolical
realest thing i have seen in a while
I see your "Nico Di Angelo would be a MCR fan" and raise you my "Nico Di Angelo would be a Måneskin fan"
Agnes Montague is sitting in the coffee shop again. Same table, same black coffee, same routine. She wraps her hand around the mug, feeling the heat bloom under her palm. It’s better than burning people, than having them as a sacrifice to prove her warmth. She’s grown out of those fits of anger, and now she sees herself as more of her destiny than the flame borne from it. That’s what it is to be the light in the lightless flame. She wants to be kind but she can’t. She’s a creation with a purpose, and that purpose isn’t kindness.
Everyone else in this shop is human. Completely human. They were born in hospitals, probably, and not within someone else’s – her mother’s – sacrificial funeral pyre. Everyone else in this shop has friends. Everyone else in this shop can find their own purpose. And Agnes just heats her drink, the steam barely bringing up the temperature of her burning skin. She’s the sunlight, just bringing heat down on everyone with her touch. She can burn, but she is essential. She’s not sure who told her that. Something that has to be wrong within her tells her that it was her mother.
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just a sad double drabble of me thinking about agnes too hard!! she thinks about her mom regularly imo,, i consider her thinking about her mom's (voluntary) sacrifice as justification that she has to follow her destiny :((((
probably the best parallel between bluesey and pynch is that for Blue and Adam, this story is Pride & Prejudice level rivals-to-lovers - each of them going “fuck, him? really? him??” every step of the way - whereas Gansey and Ronan were both immediately and irrevocably in love
If I had a nickel for every piece of media I’m into where there’s a canonically bisexual character named Tim I’d have two nickels… which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice
just finished a short, more horror leaning, tma fic. unfortunately im now plagued with visions of helen and michael being coworkers on the night shift at a convenience store. im sure theyd have a jolly old time together when they're done terrorizing people.
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