#a crack

[cermblka]

*coming straight from pinterest*, hay :) WBRFTG vibes, I will not elaborate :))

Nah, you don't need to elaborate, actually, I'll do it.

The power of friendship is no less potent than the weapon in Jim's back pocket; in fact, you can always use him as a human shield, and even send a sacrifice, to the goblins.

Jim definitely doesn't use his weapon for recreation, though it's always good to have a knife under your pillow, or at the very least, your teeth. The trouble is, that doesn't always work against stone skin.

Jim isn't a pyromaniac... well, maybe a little, but it's not for entertainment; it's just something he does when he's bored or frustrated. And no, IS NOT THE SAME.

Jim likes to dismiss other people's emotions; it’s not that he overlooks them, he simply doesn't care, and, undoubtedly, it only angers him even more when that person pressures him over his evident avoidance…

I'm not sure what context to give this image... maybe it works for both? It sounds like something Toby would say to Jim, though not necessarily in that tone. Then again, Toby does have his suspicions that Jim isn't actually joking, but is instead genuinely saying that he likes him romantically.

Toby is the one stealing the cat. Although it might look like Jim is the one dragging Toby into trouble, that’s only because there isn't much going on and he takes the easy way out, but back in the day? Oh God, just wait until I feel like writing about how they met and how they both ended up in prison for the first time. Well, the second time for Jim.

It cracks me up how it’s not a case of abuser and victim, the way they feel it is, but in reality, it’s just one guy with a messed-up mental state dealing with another guy with a messed-up mental state who thinks it’s okay to give the first guy therapy… They’re both totally screwed up, by the way. And, ugh! it’s just that I absolutely love their dynamic in the fanfic 🥹

[lured-into-wonderland]

Unavoidable commentary to [here]

"Jealous that I have a new life and you're still alone...regretting your mistake?" - he cannot hurt her, can he now? - "No-one ignores me, have you forgotten this simple fact, My Dear?"

She hums.

"I am already an experienced woman. Husbands are so easily turned into ex-husbands. What you need is a good lawyer. Is that not?"

@estarion

[bringer-of-masks]

Then that wasn’t nowhere. There is still an origin, even if distant.

But you wouldn't know it. You wouldn't be able to see it.

_crack_

Not unless you were told.

_crack_

...

_mending_tired_

...what was I just saying?

[bringer-of-masks]

you had to exist before. people don't just come from nowhere

You don't know that. You're wrong, actually.

_crazed_

I already know how a person comes from nowhere. Or what looks like nowhere.

_looks right at you_

I was made from the remains of someone who was bored. I'm made of what they could spare. I'm Maskbringer. Because I was made to be. Can't you see that?

[latinagaypresident]

OH SHIT 

[diamondofdust-blog]

Veritas

Memories live deep inside us. We carry them with us forever, like something precious and irreplaceable. A star in the darkest of the night that tells you “You are not lost”. The storm that comes in the middle of the drought, to bring you back to life. But then things changes. That thing so irreplaceable gets lost, and everything gets dark and cold. Suddently there is an empty space in your heart, which you can’t fill with anyone or anything else. Someone you loved, because of that, becomes an enemy....someone you have to protect yourself from. And it’s scary how people can not realise it, when you feel the difference in other person’s eyes, or in the voice. You see it, and every part of you screams for pain, like you are loosing something you can’t live with. Something essential. And then you are looking at that person, and you feel the spring in the heart. You feel the laughs, and the touch upon your skin, down your back. You remember how you felt protected...SAFE. Your heart sings amazing songs, and it skips a beat when you force yourself not to sing them. In those moments you look at each other for a second, and realise that there is no summer anymore. Only winter, cruelty and fear. You are not welcome anymore. The  awareness you lost something unique strikes you right in the face. Even if you only tried your best to protect it from others...and from yourself. Those are the moments in which you would try to make amend...but you know you would just make things even worse for those you love. And sometimes you just prefer to hurt yourself, rather than hurting other people.