fictional me

other stories, other lights

as much as i miss you, i’ve been itching for something to kick me out of all this melancholia / just something, like a flower or a new smile /

i’ve never been good with endings but that’s okay, because they don’t really exist anyway / people always find ways to keep the story going /

through dark ocean waters kissing a beach where the lighthouse is old or broken or both / through thick memory mist, through brambles of rotted-love /

endings don’t exist because somebody somewhere won’t let them creep into the frame / whether it’s by waiting for the sun or by talking and talking all night about nothing and / everything /

it’s time for me to see straight / it’s time to relinquish my position as empty-bottle guardian / it’s time for other manuscripts / other stories /

other lights will find their way through cloudy-skies, past the shooting stars and fallen angles / angels who have fallen, only to get up again


me too, plagg… me too.

Marichat May (Identity Reveal)

welcome to adrien inner mind theater (again-ish)

my headcanons are that this nerd reads a lot of shoujo manga and that he really does think he’s beautiful af so here you go—

This has nothing to do w/ anything and I know people have talked about it before BUT I want to as well. Usually my metas tend to be angsty af and then end on a hopeful note, and this will probably be no exception. But anyway, a delve into Victor’s love of fairytales!

I can recall on 2 occasions Victor specifically comparing Yuuri to a fairytale.

Which may not seem like a lot but we have 12 episodes and if something is pointed out twice in a story, it has some amount of significance. Anyway, I just think it’s so damn cute that Victor considers Yuuri prince-like. Even the visuals and story of On Love: Eros is like a fairytale!

We go on about how extra Victor is (and he 200% is…that 50s pink cadillac tho) but I wanna here more about how much of a true romantic Victor is. 

This entire thing is like an hc-palooza courtesy of me. Here we go!

I like to think of a little Victor, watching all these fairytale movies–Disney or otherwise–and dreaming of one day finding a prince of his own.

A 12 year old Victor with his first real crush, staring at a pretty boy with darker hair and kind eyes in one of his classes or at the rink. Victor thought he had found his prince, until one day the affection faded and his mind focused on other things. 

A teenage Victor, going through various relationships like others would go through clothing. He’s a busy young man after all, and no one seems to want to look beyond the Victor Nikiforov on screen, one the ice, and actually date him. Victor starts to wonder if there is a prince out there for him. 

Victor as a young adult, still a romantic at heart, but has pretty much entirely lost hope on finding his true love. No one sticks around, and he hasn’t found anyone he cares deeply enough about to chase. Victor’s lonely, to put it simply. He sits up at night sometimes, and watches all those fairytales from when he was a child. Victor smiles sadly at the end of them all, and dreams of a prince of his own. 

And Victor in his late 20s, as we see him pre-series. He’s frosted with depression and loneliness; the never-ending cold discs of metal, the isolation from other skaters, people kissing up to him left and right. Everything is predictable. He’s running out of motivation, out of ideas. Victor knows people only want him as what they see when he performs. It’s a saddening thought, that Victor is not lovable as himself. Some people were not meant to find a true love, he supposes.

Until one night, a night we all know well. 

The Sochi GPF banquet. Victor is intrigued by this attractive man flitting through the room, clearly intoxicated, but with this charming energy no one can resist. Not even Yuri Plisestky, himself pulled into a dance with Japan’s Yuuri Katsuki. 

Victor manages to escape from his sponsors to laugh and point and take pictures from the sidelines. Yuuri whirls past him and the way the light shines on his hair and eyes makes Victor’s breath catch and his heart skip. 

Victor watches as Yuuri dances with Chris–and wow, is that a show and a half. Yuuri strides over to Victor and holds him in place, hips shaking and Victor can only stare on in wonder. This beautiful, energetic, charming young man is staring up at him, like he’s the only person in the room. Victor can’t understand Japanese, but that doesn’t matter–what matters is the warmth of Yuuri’s body, the sparkle of his eyes, and the earnestly fond tone he speaks with. Victor’s heart is beating out of his chest and he can’t imagine this moment getting better until-

Be my coach, Victor!

Victor’s face flushes with a little gasp and he can’t find it in himself to refuse the request or the next dance they share together. 

As Victor laughs spins and smiles like he hasn’t since child, looking at Yuuri all the while, he can feel it in his chest. 

A prince. A prince is with him!

And oh, when Yuuri dips him low, the lights above framing his face and hair like a halo, Victor knows that his prince has finally come for him. 

and you’d never guess it by reading my stuff now but i used to be happy

and now i’m thinking that there’s nothing poetic about this pain / that there’s nothing holy in my pen / i know you and i, both of us, we’ve made mistakes /

not even a kiss goodbye / all of the flowers outside were dead / all the trees were mourning this bitter end / it wasn’t even fall yet

listen guys no matter how much fun it is to imagine the dcu having tumblr just so your faves would have cute blogs and interact, you realize it’d be exactly the same hellsite it is now like

“supervillains killed my family”

“yeah but not ALL supervillains are like that bro that’s a massive generalization”


“m*tahuman is a slur!!!” 

this is what it would be like

Has anyone ever read such a fucked up fanfic that after you read it you sit there for like 30 minutes wondering what the actual fuck you've just read.
the anthology of doomed vices, pt. 2

i overdosed on love / you almost choked on your own vomit / we danced like there was no tomorrow / probably because all the news stations said next day would be cloudy with a chance of doom /

you held onto me tight but when truth saw light of day you let me go / i can’t blame you, though / the ocean’s dark and demanding / kind of like the bathroom blues that stalks me in the nights 

but you’re far away from caring now / we’re miles away and worlds apart

Ever Since
Author: letsjustsee
Word Count: 10.5k
Louis once again went to leave, but before he could reach the door he heard Barkley jumping off the bed behind him. The giant dog accosted Louis before he could get through, nudging Louis’ legs with all his weight and making him stumble, and Louis had to grab the doorframe to steady himself.
“What the heck, Barkley?” Louis was mostly talking to himself, aware that Barkley couldn’t actually understand him, but he had never witnessed the dog acting so oddly.
He turned around when he heard a quiet murmur coming from the bed.
“What?” He hadn’t been able to make out what Harry said, but at Louis’ question he sat up in bed, hair already wild from the pillow, eyes heavy, and Louis’ stomach gave a little flip.
“He wants you to stay.”

Or, a very fluffy AU where Louis finds a lost dog that he wishes he could keep - until he meets his owner, who he wishes he could keep more

your name escapes me

no plastic bags in the streets here / just loose memories and broken teeth / souvenirs of latenight drunken fights for love and honor /

i’m stuck in memory-land and you’re out there living i bet / your name escapes me / your eyes are dim inside my head /

their vision doesn’t glow like it used to / no more tricks or accidents / no more sharp corners / these memories will fade / their departure will make room for other stories, other lights….

soooo I finished Lord of the Flies last night which meant I could pick this up, I can’t wait to get into it📚

I used to love
following your footprints
in the sand
but now I leave space between us
so the waves have time
to swallow your steps

(then it’s like you never existed).

—  erased by shelby leigh