#have feels

[bakerstreethound]

It's always I love you and not Keep a weathered eye on the horizon.

[aquasandyled]

hello hello so as I was perusing for the CRUMBS of agohiru content that exists on this site, I saw that you made a post mentioning that you shipped them and…. well basically I figured I’d ask if you wanted to expand on that 👀 give you an excuse to talk about them perhaps? also because there’s maybe five agohiru fans on this site and I’m desperate for more—

ahem, anyway, only if you want to! have a good one ✨

Omg???? Is this 2014??? The fanfics used to be fire… i have my dumb little (boyfriends) tag that would be cute if tumblr had a functional search system

You tell me too 🥲 i miss them, talk to me about these dumbasses pls

I just think theyre exes, divorced, cant ever be proper friends again (or can they?) they have chemistry, sinergy, they fight, they make out

Sometimes they get nostalgic for what they had, cause they had fun and worked great together, similar goals, but agons too selfish and a dick, a working relationship would require a LOT of emotional maturity and responsibility from him and who has time for that? Hiruma has shit to do, not enough patience and definitely not time, so whatever.

In high school they were in a feud so we saw that, feelings of betrayal, but they also make each other want to be better (in a not very nice way, but still) and they already know they work very well together, a hit to agons ego (he needs that)

So when theyre in the uni with the wizards theyre still very much “we arent friends idiotttt” mode to anyone who even gives them the side eye (hiruma doesnt actually *say* anything, feelings who? watch out for the bullets) but agon waits for hiruma after class like a puppy when he can (hes just passing by really, theyre both going to the gym or the field anyway?) and hiruma subconsciously looks for him sometimes even…

They always fight though, always disagree, theres always a better way to do things according to agon and both of them are emotionally stunted and unwilling so really, what can ya do? They do sleep together often, so that messes everything up even more, but they already know each other well, its hard to stop (do they even want to?)

Basically, heard bang the doldrums by fob? Thats them

[adagger-adagger-fetchmeadagger]

But I know, I know,

life can be beautiful

I pray, I pray for a better way

If we changed back then,

we could change again

We can be beautiful...

Just not today.

Beautiful -- Heathers

[shadowlight17]

I feel like this might be a shot in the dark, but I guess why not. I enjoy writing fanfiction, particularly Star Wars fanfiction. As that is, here is a link to my most recent and focused on story. I have not updated in a little bit due to the combination of writer’s block and a positive mountain of homework. That being said, I appreciate anyone taking the time to read what I’ve written and love it when people comment. 

This work was greatly inspired by one of my all time favorite Fanfictions, @meridiansdominoes Dominoes. While you are here, might as well check that out as well. It’s significantly longer than mine and is absolutely wonderful. It got me through a lot of hard times and I greatly respect the time and care put into it. 

Meridian’s Dominoes:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/11864643/chapters/26789934 

My fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27408205/chapters/66989614

[magnets2015]

You can see love in their eyes, the way they stare at each other, even when they don't say anything, there's an invisible thread connecting them ❤

[valorshwn]

it says a lot to faramir’s strength that with all of his doubts of himself, his desire to please his father, that he was not willing to give up what he thought was right. not for gondor or his father or anyone else. that the one thing that would probably have gained his father’s favor in a heart beat practically fell into his lap and he was not at all tempted by it because he knew taking the ring wasn’t the right thing to do.

[rendezvousaveclamort]

@talonsaconite

“Heh, my dearest spider. Haven’t you heard the latest rumours I wonder.” She sneers, turns around to face the Widow. Then, she raises a hand, pulls her shirt slightly down to reveal more of the remarkable scar on her chest, even tips gently against it.

“I’ve cut my own heart out, inside is a stonecold ice chunk. Nothing to get there, my dearest. Absolutely nothing to gain.”

“Besides, my dearest… he’ll not get my head, no matter what. We both know this. You’ll put a bullet through his head if he even dares to make a move.”

And we both know very well that it will be you who will claim my head and my life one day. No one but you.

Without missing a beat, the sniper leans in, fingers on the other woman’s hand, keeping that shirt tugged down to reveal that scar.

A kiss, then another, and another, pressing against that scar as if she was worshiping a shrine. Every inch of it that was uncovered, Widowmaker claimed as hers, mich like she claimed the scientist. Hers.

“That Ice chunk brought me into this world. It has whispered my name on satin sheets and clung to me through chilled autumn nights. You can deceive anyone, Irena, but not me. And you’re right, I would end anyone who would dare take the sweet gift of me bringing you peace in the end.”

Even your precious lover....