#05.10.20

[jymiy-a]

Sorry, head empty only dumbass art

[sleepsucks]

[liamnews]

mikeadamonair: Liam’s smile. That’s the tweet.

[hjmmjbo]

I’m sorry guys I’m like a day behind, this is suppose to be for day 1 

I feel like I violated Damian somehow

bonus:

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Zayn on Twitter - 05/10

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05/10

[lilolilyrae]

In Your Stead

The Old Guard Andromaquynh (Andy/Quynh) bodyswap fanfiction

canon divergence, getting back together, minor Joe/Nicky, no permanent MCD

so far 4k long (posted 3 out of 5 chapters), rated: T , on ao3 here!

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When Quynh is ripped away from Andromache, screaming her lover's name-

When she is thrown into into an iron coffin, locked in and dragged away in it-

When she is escorted through the city to the port, accompanied by the constant shouting and preaching of the people and priests-

When she is carried onto a ship, almost getting sea-sick and unable to move, constantly struggling, trying to get away somehow-

The magnitude of what has happened doesn't quite sink in.

She can't think properly, too focused on trying to make her escape, too distracted by all the noise...

Then, she is thrown into the water, and while they lift the coffin over the railing, while she feels herself falling, feels the impact of the metal into the water, feels her clothes get wet and take a last desperate breath of air, she has the sudden realisation that this might be it.

She will die here.

Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but one day, when her time has come the way it had for Lykon, when she is ready to say goodbye to the land of the living the way he had been, she is going to die and never wake up again.

She will never see Andromache again.

She will never breathe again.

Yusuf and Niccolo might never even know what happened to her, if Andromache doesn't-

She can't hold her breath much longer.

Tears in her eyes are useless against the body of water she is sinking in, yet she keeps them open, keeps looking at the play of the rays of sunlight in the water for as long as possible.

Then, she succumbs to darkness, and when she wakes again she barely has time to realise how little light comes through to her anymore.

The coffin turns a few times while it sinks into the vast darkness of the sea, but when it hits the ground the hole where her face is is facing upwards.

Perhaps she should be grateful for that- not entirely locked in between metal and the ground after all.

Instead, she doesn't think enough to notice the possibility at all.

It goes on like that.

There is water in her lungs-

A pressure on her chest, her ears, her lungs, her eyes.

There is water in her lungs, and she silently screams.

Death.

Wake.

Die.

Come back and die again.

It’s nothing new, now.

She has no idea how long she has been down here, nor does she think about it or anything else. When all you do is die, there is little time or reason for rational thought.

As a way of torture, her current predicament would be quite imperfect- the victim has no time to mull over their sins, to spill any secrets at all.

To drive someone insane, though…

continue reading on ao3!

[leeminholinoing]

05.10.20: recap

harry is MIA

louis is MIA