Charles Is Old, Older Than He Has Any Right To Be, And She Is Not The First Child He’s Buried. She’s

Insert incoherent screaming

this test of the mountain

Saw the ending to obx4, first of all wtf??

Second of all, wtf??????????

Time to go write a poly, found family fic where everyone actually communicates and is happy, and somehow Rafe gets a semi-redemption and saves JJ bc a fucking stab wound?? After everything???

Jake flies like he has nothing to lose, and Bradley flies like he has everything to. Sometimes, if he lets himself think, he wonders which one of them is lying.

third times the charm on ao3

soft in the middle, shelby eileen // 14 lines from love letters or suicide notes, david “doc” luben

I have about 12 unfinished fics because of this (I’m trying to finish them I swear, i swearrrrr)

hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god

Maybe if he remembered them better, maybe if his father didn’t die before he hit double digits, maybe if Bradley Bradshaw knew the sort of home that was filled with love and laughter rather than the echo of grief, he would do this better. And by this he meant love. 

third times the charm by sapphic_terror on ao3 :)

“Suffering is a terrible fire; it either purifies or destroys.”

-Oscar Wilde

why does an honourable death not deserve the same surge of grief and anger?

they look at me glass eyed as i mourned for your departure

and although they do not say it outright,

i catch them whispering to each other,

voices quiet as to not rouse the anger welling in me.

“we have won the war,” they say,

“patroclus died for us,” they continue as though i do not know this;

as though i do not map out the emptiness you have left.

that when i look at the cattle i think i can see you herding them in silence;

that when i turn on my side i think i can feel your chest from my back

and your arms on my waist

and your lips on my nape—

you are so integrated in my life and i see you wherever i look,

teasing me with your wide smile and your deep voice,

leaving goosebumps on my skin.

death took you away from me and yet it feels like you have never left,

and they do not understand that this is grieving.

because despite being blessed by the gods,

my eyes are still blind to ghosts

except for yours.

- the ghost of his memories

“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace”

— Oscar Wilde (The Canterville Ghost)

i love how s3 finale completely flips our perspective on the hunt from the pilot. half of the girls weren’t even hunting. van standing over the pit seemed so menacing in the pilot but now it’s just heartbreaking. mari being pit girl, not because the wilderness chose but because shauna chose. mari was only wearing a nightdress so she could use her clothes as a decoy. and turns out mari was a decoy while the others tried to get rescue. misty removing her mask and smiling not because they caught mari but because they’re getting rescued and there’s nothing shauna can do about it. the hair on the antler queen costume wasn’t a collection of various victims’ hair, it was just mari’s. this whole time we thought it was all the girls collectively giving in to the hunt and the wildness of it, but really it was just shauna, along with lottie and tai. none of them wanted to do a hunt, none of them wanted mari to be chosen.