#also featured:

[that-androgynous-lightweaver]

loving the idea of an ace vampire who physically cannot eat garlic bread but A) absolutely loved it before they were transformed and B) feels obligated to eat it to be a "true" asexual, and so reluctantly suffers through the pain.

there's also an older ace vampire who walks in on the younger one eating garlic bread one day and literally facepalms. "just be a cake asexual Jesus Draceula"

[summerskies]

13.11.25 // flames vs sharks // the rookies

[sartorially]

"ohhh mi'gawd, turn on a light 'r sumthin. you weirdo!"

[kucherovv]

claude giroux and philadelphia

vladimir nabokov | PHI @ BOS 2/7/09 | for M, mikko harvey | PIT @ PHI 1/19/13 | (x) | PHI @ WPG 11/7/15 | h of h playbook, anne carson | PIT @ PHI 2/23/19 | dialogues on love, sue zhao | BOS @ PHI 2/5/21 | woolgathering, patty smith | NSH @ PHI 3/17/22 | mirrors, nikki giovanni | FLA @ MTL 3/24/22 | the saints of heretic, @/pyrrhiccomedy

[urmomsstuntdouble]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Tubbo’s lived his whole life underground. Seeing the surface doesn’t go as expected. Things only get more confusing and more dangerous once he meets someone who defies all expectations.

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or: a story very loosely inspired by the city of ember book series, wherein ctubbo goes on adventures and uncovers a nefarious plot. possibly the first in a series!

feast your eyes on chapter 2!!! i have made a design sheet also for this world and characters that i want to fix up and make it look pretty but i would Like to post that soon also, so stay tuned for that!! go read my fic pls

(Important!! this was originally called “Going Down?” bc i couldnt think of a title but then i changed it because well that was not a very good title imo. just wanted to say in case there was confusion!!)

[fromcenotaphy]

matins: an anamnesis fic

matins

(8k words, dean/cas. part 4 of the anamnesis ‘verse.)

matins: (n) traditional liturgical hour or interval of prayer, originally celebrated during the darkness of early morning, after midnight but before sunrise.

or:

Dean can't sleep. Death makes him a sandwich.

The metal goes through a lung, just missing his heart. It’s the coldest thing he’s ever felt.

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Dean wakes with a start from a nightmare that’s mostly black ooze and Cas’s tear-streaked face and the rhythmic boom of Billie’s fist against the warded door. It’s a well-oiled rerun, at this point—he wakes without a sound, and just lies still for a moment, staring up into the inky darkness of his bedroom ceiling and breathing slowly, trying to calm the hammer of his pulse.

Keep reading

or start with part one of the series (anamnesis, here).

[eddiecranes]

I finally got Pharaoh’s meow recorded