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Pippin’s favourites (2000)
dreamt of this the other day
What are your favourite byler fics?
i’m just going to list you all sixteen of my bookmarks<3
all i wanted was you by cleradinism - jealous mike wheeler trope my beloved
i want a love like the movies by @wrong-energy - will actor au
stepping on the last train by @suzieburself - mike has a kid, who brings byler together after years
only you by @nightowlfury - mike is clingy. full on
a happy ending was imperative by @waroftheposes - will reads maurice and mike gains some emotional intelligence
suddenly i had a valentine by @itsromeowrites - didn’t know they were dating my beloved
and i’ll take you home with me by @drop-of-infinity - mike is smarter than everyone thinks (him included)
no matter where i go (this is no home) by @blingyu - college au ft mike gets gaydarred
the worst thing about being honest by quietforasecond - hanahaki au
so, for once in my life by @cluelessbees - mike finds out about the painting. he’s as happy as you’d think
got my eyes on you all night by anon - college au. one day mike decides to start kissing will, will is losing his mind.
i don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you by @morganee - fake dating
the words we held back by @morganee - they get holly’d
king of my heart by @bookinit02 - soulmates au<3
i had a dream (i got everything i wanted) by @andiwriteordie - mike gets vecnad ft mileven wedding from his nightmares
waiting for somebody like you by jerrylaine - mike calls will after five years, spoiler, he’s drunk
oof i think those are the ones i have bookmarked!!!!! u should read all of them these authors are geniuses
A late morning lie in the summer after 7th year because they deserve some rest :)
Hi! I’m in search of a lost fic :/// it was one of the long (at least longer) form marauders era fics that centered wolfstar and Sirius. I remember that Sirius spent one of his summers working in a thrift shop with this guy named Alexander (or at least a similar name) and they became super close friends but before Sirius and Remus got together Remus was low key jealous of how many letters Sirius would get from this Alex guy lol. I’ve been looking for it forever and@ this point think it might have been deleted?? Worth a shot lol I remember it being really good
Hi! It's not ringing any bells, but if anyone else remembers this one please reach out. :)
that comment about how you should not borrow grief from the future has saved me multiple times from spiraling into an inescapable state of anxiety. like every time i find myself thinking about how something in the future could go wrong i remember that comment and i think to myself: well i never know, it might get better. it might not even happen the way i think it will and if it does happen and it is sad and bad ill be sad about it then, when it happens. and it’s somehow soo freeing
Sneak Peek of a little WIP
“Hey,”
Mike says, shutting his bedroom door behind him gently and padding over to the bed where Will is laying.
“Hey,” Will murmurs as he burrows himself further into the bed and pulls the sheets up under his chin, trying to ignore his heart pitter pattering inside his ribs. He smooths the fabric over his chest nervously.
Mike smiles at him, something shy and sweet in the way his eyes crinkle. He breathes out and folds his thin arms across his chest, rubbing along his rigid hip with his thumb.
Will tries not to stare where Mike’s shirt rides up, revealing pale skin and a shock of dark hair lining his belly and disappearing underneath his stupid Star Wars pajama pants. Will finds it slightly hilarious, really. Stuck in a bed with your friend at the threshold of the Apocalypse.
Will shoves the dirty thoughts of hands and torn clothes and sighs in the dark away from his mind.
It’s not important.
He blushes when Mike catches his eye. He grins suddenly, his change in demeanor catching Will off guard.
“What?” Will asks, one side of his mouth turning up anxiously.
Mike hesitates for just a second, then leans down on the bed. He smiles and raises his eyebrows suggestively.
“We should play truth or dare!”
The byler fic rec post
Here are some byler fics that are in my bookmarks and I think everyone should read because I said so. I'm going to provide the fic description and share my thoughts on them a little bit too. Some of those are actually series so I'll specify when that's the case.
reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something
why none of them got into The Good Place
What I love about this is its acknowledgment that Jason had no intentions at all
this is all 100% true but it always made me really mad that Chidi’s “crime” was having a severe anxiety disorder like he needed understanding and therapy, sending him to the Bad Place for something he had literally no control over was incredibly fucked up
I feel like a less-surface theme of the show is that they’re all in a situation where they have been forced into bad patterns by forces outside their control - Chidi has SEVERE anxiety; Eleanor was forced by abuse and neglect to adopt a self-centered attitude from early childhood and, like many people with traumatic pasts, responds by not dealing with difficult emotions; Jason was very overtly raised in an environment where he got no education and all his models for behaviour were criminal and/or self-destructive; and Tahani has been raised in an environment where everything is performative and she is shot down for any genuine expression of unhappiness or non-material want. Just as Michael and Janet are made one way but changed by their experiences, the moral of the story is that things outside your control shape you but you can move away from them. That could easily be really insulting, in a sort of ‘just get over it’ way, but the idea isn’t that they change solely because they decide to be better - all six of them change because their circumstances change and give them the OPPORTUNITY to be better, because they’re finally given the support system they lack.
I like The Good Place because the whole show has since day 1 been predicated on the idea that black and white moral judgements made in a vacuum are bullshit, and that moral choices are informed by things outside our control, whether that be education, behaviour modelling, unfair treatment or mental health issues. That doesn’t mean we aren’t responsible for our actions but it DOES mean we have to understand morality in the context of people’s varied experiences AND asks for the possibility that if their environment is improved, their ability to function as moral agents also improves.
“sending him to the Bad Place for something he had literally no control over was incredibly fucked up” yea it was fucked up that was the entire point they made in the show. thats why they spent multiple seasons fighting to change the system of the Good Place vs. the Bad Place.
Best of Neil's stage directions/commentary in the good omens s1 script book
I went back and read this to help me cope after s2, as one does
thinking about the fact that from a human’s perspective crowley is just some skinny middle aged goth dude with dyed red hair and a face tattoo who drives an almost hundred year old car to his complete opposite aesthetic boyfriend’s bookshop nearly every day. why? because he can, that’s why.
Happy pride month to these dumdums!
byler ficlet, i suppose
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"You know, my mom told me that, one day, I'd fall in love." Mike startles out of his thoughts, blinking a few times before he looks at Will. The two of them are strewn across Mike's bed, all lazy and half asleep from the heat. Not unbearable heat, but the comfortable kind, the kind that feels like a pile of blankets fresh from the dryer. The light that pours in from the window is no help, either, all golden and honey like. Up until Will had spoken, Mike wasn't sure if he was entirely awake. He realizes that he's been quiet too long, staring too long, and he opens his mouth to reply. Will beats him to it. "I thought she was crazy, said I'd never do that." Will looks... sad. It's a hard emotion for Mike to understand, it's difficult to find one word for it. It feels like the loss of hope. The acceptance of reality. Something Mike can't really begin to understand, and he hates it. Mike knows everything about Will, he can pick up on the slightest of changes. He's spent so much of his life just watching. Reading Will is practically second nature. So when Mike can't understand him, it's unnerving. He hesitates again, looking for the proper words. "Did you? Fall in love, I mean." Mike doesn't know if that's the right question to ask. Maybe he's pushing a boundary, maybe Will is going to scoff and leave Mike here to rot in his own room. Will smiles. Mike knows he hasn't made a mistake, hasn't fucked up his friendship again. But it's not a happy smile and that's obvious enough. Again comes the look of loss. Loss, loss, loss. Loss of what? What could have left Will looking like this? "I did," Will says, and his voice sounds incredibly small. "I was already in love when I said it, but I just... I don't deserve it, I think."
Just a few words, and Mike is on high alert. He sits up straighter, leaning in just so he's closer to Will. Will knows how serious Mike is, he has to. "You do. You deserve love." Mike can't begin to explain why the idea of Will being unworthy of love feels so wrong. His mind is racing and, not for the first time, he lets the thoughts tumble out of his mouth. "You're great, Will. More than great. You're my best friend, okay? Like- no that's not right. I mean, you are my best friend! But I just mean that you are the best friend. You understand everything so well, you know what to say and when to say it, when to wait and when to push. You're smart in so many ways and you're kind of a nerd. You tease your siblings and your friends, but no one can ever be mad cause it's funny. You're sweet, Will, too sweet for your own good. Everyone loves you! I'm positive that you're going to meet someone who loves you just the way you deserve." Mike pauses before nodding and folding his hands in his lap. That's... right. It's all true and he hopes it gets his point across.
The room falls quiet again, air thick with some sort of tension. Mike's eyes stay on Will, the same as always. Watching, staring, waiting for the slightest change. So he notices the slight pink that creeps its way up Will's cheeks. He notices it and he knows he's not wrong because it certainly wasn't there a few minutes ago. "You really mean that?" The question catches Mike off guard and again, it feels wrong that Will is doubting. Mike would never lie to Will, certainly not things like this.
"Every word." There's a sort of certainty to his voice, a deep rooted confidence that he hasn't expressed in years. Mike has always thought highly of Will, but who wouldn't. Who wouldn't love Will? Will is... well Will is Will. There's no one else like him. He's kind and caring and quick with sarcastic comments. He has great manners and tends to be a bit shy in front of new people. He's soft and subtle, the same way the light is from the window. Mike doesn't think he'd connected that before. Will reminds him of early Saturday mornings, waking up when the sun hasn't yet completely risen, so the light comes in heavy waves. Heavy, heavy, heavy, the warmth and comfort is nearly enough to lull him back to sleep. But to sleep would mean to miss the beauty of it, all golden and bright with oranges and occasional pinks. It's subtle, such a contrast from the blaring sun at noon. Mike by no means knows anything about art, but that early morning golden light? It's a masterpiece of nature, there's no denying it. And Will is like that in every sense. Soft smiles with teeth that just barely poke out, bubbling laughter, moles that create the most perfect constellations, strong jaw and strong build that is in no way sharp. All warm, soft, subtle, and beautiful. Mike can't let himself think about it too long, lest he discover something new about himself.
Apparently, Mike has been staring too long, because Will fidgets with his hands and clears his throat nervously. Before Mike can fully process what he’s doing, he simply continues talking. “On top of all that, you look really nice. Objectively, I mean.” Will’s eyes go wide and suddenly he’s staring back at Mike but Mike can’t stop now so he just averts his gaze and keeps going. He gestures with his hands as he talks, desperately hoping that he doesn’t look too embarrassed. “I mean, you’ve got- shit. You’ve got a nice jaw structure. And you’re–” with one hand, he points to Will and, with the other, moves his hand across his own chest “-- broad, and I think girls like that. Your eyes are really pretty, too, they’re-” Mike pauses for a second, leaning in just a bit closer and squinting as he studies Will’s eyes. “Wow, actually I take back what I was going to say. There’s so many different colors going on there. It’s like a kaleidoscope, but with more natural colors. Does that make sense? And you’ve got a really addictive laugh, like once you hear it you’ll do anything to hear it again. And you just-” Mike lets the sentence fall flat as he finally looks back to Will, who looks about as red as Mike feels. He isn’t sure why he said any of it, but he did, and it’s out there now. There’s no taking it back. Mike doesn’t think he’d want to take it back, though, even if he could. Will’s cheeks are rosy and his kaleidoscope eyes won’t stop shifting, newly colored flecks appearing constantly. "You're just you, Will." His voice comes out too soft, too gentle, to honest. Too obvious. But Will has to know he's serious. "I don't know how anyone couldn't love you."
Mike and Will’s first shared apartment lease - 1995