#NEVER EVER

[liittlecrow]

can’t….. stop……. rubbing………

head = empty …. .. brain = melted

cannot even form a single coherent thought that doesn’t consist of.. being a good little whore for men… worshipping their cocks & the ground which they walk upon.. devoting my entire life to this sole purpose…

💕💕💕🫀🫀🫀🫀🫀😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

#also hi #pls dont stop brainwashing & manipulating me #never ever #i beg #little crow speaks

[suitsofarmour]

she’s like my work wife to me idk

#transformers #idw transformers #mtmte #maccadam #cyclonus #my art #i’m never gonna get over him #never ever #he makes my heart ache.. #3 am art wahooo

[theseyellowdays]

Telling people about aftg is the bane of my existence — not because they're bad, because how the fuck do you succinctly explain the nuance of this story; one that centers characters who aren't good people (and aren't meant to be).

Every characters moral code is fucked. Every last one of them are ready to fight at the drop of a hat. They're criminals and murders and assholes and abusers and victims — and that's what makes the story so good. I don't read these books to mirror myself after the characters. I read these books because they're an exercise in critical thinking. In the age of cancel culture, these books feel like an important reminder that the world isn't black and white, and just because your lines aren't someone else's doesn't mean they're wrong and you're right.

So many stories about the underdog follow that archetype that they're perfect and good to the core. Aftg flips this standard (and so many others) on its head and presents a story that I find more interesting: the underdogs win, but they do it by themselves and through unconventional and morally grey means.

#and then there's the whole mafia and fake sport and generally around there people stop caring #but if theyd just wait id be able to explain all the nuanced takes and ideas the fandom has unconvered through the years #ill never be normal about them #never ever #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #the foxes #mine

[technicolourtelevision]

Hugo: I'm a little concerned to freelance. Can I get a sign off from Karolina and Roman? Kendall: No, pal. No. Down-low. Just get on it. Unless… You want me to pull out the strap-on?

SUCCESSION || 4x04

#i'll never be over this #never ever #evil baby lets goooo lol #also no but really fuck logan he literally spread rumours abt ken #in the news and essentially triggered his relapse #so like whatever ken can spread the actual TRUTH about logans incompetence wherever he wants u go baby #kendall roy #succession #succession spoilers #gifs #my gif #season 4 #episode 4 #honeymoon states #4x04

[oh-snapperss]

creature comfort

“We won’t win today,” Cleo says, and Etho knows she’s right. Knows their time has been running out since the first secret was whispered to them in voices all too familiar, has known that this day was coming, has known that all this time, it’s not been a question of if–it’s been a question of when. 

They’re going to die today. Distantly, Etho wonders if the domesticity they’ve worked for will die with them, or if it will follow them back home. 

Will his home ever be a physical place again? Home is where the hearth is, where the warmth is, where the world is shut out and it’s just the three of them. 

Home is where Cleo is. 

“That’s alright,” Etho smiles instead of voicing all of that, wishing, of all things, that he didn’t still have that awful cough that Cleo had insisted he rest over for a few days. “We’ll be alright.” 

They’ll be dead–and what are the dead, if not alright? The dead don’t have coughs, or pain, or fear. They’re just dead. Etho thinks he might not mind it so much, this time. He’s finally learned to spend his time wisely, and he’s built a home no flaming arrow could ever take down. 

Just by the cow pen, there’s a stupid little porch Etho had built a while back. They’re nowhere near it now, but every night he and Cleo had watched the sunset, drank a final cup of tea, and turned in to sleep over gossip and giggles only they could draw from each other this time ‘round. Before, Bdubs had made him laugh like that–now, Etho wonders how long before there’s a sword at his throat. 

Even so, while Cleo laughs and watches him set Scar’s porch on fire, Etho hopes he might have the privilege of watching the sunset from the porch one last time. He’d survive the day, if only for another sunset with Cleo. 

BANG. 

Tango’s gone–Etho knows it in his heart. Surely he should feel an ache for him, should ask how he went. Instead, it’s easy to accept it. 

The wardens are fun. That’s all they are, now. Before, they had been terrors, then the answer to a desperate prayer he and Grian had made. The carnage of those terrifying beasts feel muted compared to before, but with the wind flying through his hair, the elated cries of Cleo in front of him, Etho can’t care. Not this time. They lead two clear to the middle of the server before they’ve decided to finish having their fun, and Cleo’s just stepping up some rocks when she says it. 

“You’re my favorite, you know that? You’ve always been my favorite.” 

He does know, he does know now. He’d guessed it that first sunset, when Cleo sat down with a giddy smile to recount their day. He’d thought it, when she’d wrapped a blanket around his shoulders after his failures and rested her head on his shoulder without a word. He’d lived it, when she had shouted that she would kill him if he tried to kill her–but was reassured otherwise that night on the porch again, with the curse ebbing from his bones. 

Today, he knows it in the blatant rebellion against what’s supposed to be the end, the dread, the fear. 

“You’re mine too.” Etho grins back, and knows that they’ll see his smile even through the mask–knows they’ve come to recognize it in his tone and way his eyebrows scrunch together. . 

They wind up in the sky base with Grian–Grian, who hasn’t quite reached the same conclusion they have. Etho knows by the shadows under his eyes he won’t give up, that he’ll fight clear to the end. Once upon a season, Etho had been the same. 

Not this time. Never this time. 

Around ten minutes to sunset, Etho and Cleo set down their dripstone and bows, and sit on the edge of the cobblestone wall. 

“I don’t think we’re gonna make it back to our base for it this time,” Etho jokes, nudging his shoulder into Cleo’s. Cleo laughs, a carefree thing, and wrinkles her nose. 

“I don’t think we’re gonna make it back for it any time, if we’re being honest.” She leans back, one hand half behind her to support her weight. 

“I know,” Etho says. He brings his leg up to his chest, wrapping his arms around it. Behind them, cobblestone is placed–Grian, ever the survivor. “It was nice, though.” 

“It was nice!” Cleo beams. “Are you alright with this?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Etho hums. “‘s not so bad. Dying with a friend.” 

“It won’t be,” Cleo agrees. 

Because that’s just it, isn’t it? Etho’s never died like this–he’s died at the flames of an arrow shot while protecting his king, he’s died in fights after his allies were killed. Hell, he’s died hand in hand with a soulmate hellbent on killing him now–but he’d been in a frenzy then, a rage-induced thing meant to burn up the place that had never been a true home to them. 

He thinks he won’t mind dying with someone. 

The sun sets in brilliant hues of orange and pink, and they sit together, this final tradition not lost in the face of inevitability. Just as the first star twinkles, Grian comes over, hoisting them back to their feet. 

“They’re coming,” he says. 

It’s time. 

They shoot a few arrows, break some dripstone, all to no avail–but that’s alright, he’s got Cleo, and they’ve got him. 

But oh, the games are never kind, are they? Etho slips, his foot landing weird somehow–and he’s whistling through the air towards the ground at a speed too fast. It knocks the breath from his lungs when he lands–does he hit the clutch? Stars, he doesn’t actually know, because there’s arrows shot at him, shouts of glee from the hunters, and suddenly Etho’s not Etho, he’s just prey–and prey only know to do one thing. 

Run. 

Etho flies forward, dragging his sword out. There’s not many safe spaces left on the server–stars, Grian had even mentioned their base was but a crater in the hill. 

But the porch… the porch was intact. Supposedly. 

He enderpearls, and enderpearls again, and it’s still not enough. The screams behind him are closer, and closer, and then further–and oh, Etho knows it’s time. He’s dead, he’s gone, he’ll be but a wisp of the wind in a few minutes whether he likes it or not. 

And he won’t die by Cleo. 

Cleo, Cleo, Cleo. Oh, he’d not meant it to be like this. He’d meant to die with a smile, right by her side–just as they were meant to die by his. This wasn’t the plan, this wasn’t the plan. A sob claws its way up his throat, the beginnings of the blind panic he’d never meant to feel tonight. He’s going to die, alone, without the comfort of his Cleo. 

Home. He wants to go home. 

Home is in the air, a hundred blocks above him. He’ll never make it–but he can make it back to the porch, the one place of peace. Now, he can feel the twinge of something broken in his ankles, probably from the fall–and the cuts, the bruises, the blood scent thick in his nose. He’s so tired. 

He wants to die at home, he wants to die at home. 

“Oh, he sounds like a wounded animal… let’s put him out of his misery.” A voice said. Cold fear grips Etho’s heart, and he stumbles forward–the porch is in sight!

Let him die at home. Let him die at home. 

A shadow fills his vision, and Etho’s not even had time to lift his shield before blinding pain fills his stomach, and it’s over. 

He’s not allowed that creature comfort of dying at home. 

#secret life #secret life smp #ethoslab #zombiecleo #cletho #secret life spoilers #my fics #tw death #I don't have an explanation at all for this #Is this cohesive?? i wrote it in a daze. in under thirty minutes #if it's not great OH WELL #this is how i am coping #god i'm never gonna feel okay again about them #never ever #i'm fucking insane #bursts into tears

[httpiastri]

an apology for too much non-oscar content 🫶🫶

#probably will not get over the bottom right and left #never ever #jesus CHRIST oscar #his smile is insane #and like in combination with the neck and arms :(((( #he looks so cozy also #even in a tshirt #i wanna kiss his forehead and squish his cheeks and just #give him all of my love 🫶🫶🫶 #the chest tho 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃 holy shittttt #he’s so buff….. it’s driving me crazy #let’s do well this weekend baby!!!! keep the energy from 2021 🫶 #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #oscar piastri #mclaren racing #osc hands osc neck osc arms

[sherlockig]

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #stede bonnet #ed teach #edward teach #taika waititi #rhys darby #will never be over this #never ever

[gojorafayels]

rafayel: abysswalker without mask and hood is so... 🥵

#rafayel #rafayel lnd #lnd rafayel #rafayel lnds #lnds rafayel #rafayel lads #lads rafayel #rafayel love and deepspace #love and deepspace rafayel #lnd #lnds #lads #love and deepspace #i might sound calm in the caption #but when i tell you that i was screaming #the first time that animation showed up #he is soooo 🥵🥵 #never gonna regret getting to rank up his myth cards #never ever

[sweetestdesire]

Everybody moved on, but I very much stayed here <3

#i will never get over this #never ever #it lives in my head rent free #quinn hughes #brynn speaks 🤸🏼‍♂️

[legobenkenobi]

this being in Lego Obi-Wan’s house always makes me feel so insane. Cody’s got an early version of his armor and Obi-Wan’s got his mullet still, which means this was shortly after they met. so they were this close and happy and comfortable with each other from the start

i whole heartedly believe that their bond is something that developed deeply and slowly throughout the war, starting as mutual trust and respect that grew roots into something more. it didn’t happen automatically. but clearly, as shown here, they automatically were Happy. and having Fun. despite everything. because they had each other. and that meant something from the very beginning to the very end. especially if you consider Tatooine codywan real

#codywan #commander cody #obi-wan kenobi #sw #tcw #lego sw #FUCKKKINGG HELLL IM INSANE. IM CRAZY #IM NEVER GOING TO RECOVER FROM THEM #NEVER EVER

[artbysarf]

You can not escape Zutara

#never ever #atla #avatar #avatar the legend of aang #avatar the last airbender #Zutara #Zuko #Katara

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

Portrait of Maria Dominica Ricci Seated in a Theatre Box Holding Binoculars – Emma Ekwall // Lady Nanne Schrader – Giovanni Boldini // Portrait of Mary Anne Bloxam – Thomas Lawrence // Mrs. Abington as Miss Prue in “Love for Love” by William Congreve – Joshua Reynolds // Portrait of Amalia Schmidt – Karl Vogl // Portrait of a Lady – Josef Abel // Portrait of Theresa Hannack – Adolf Pirsch // Portrait of D. Amélia de Beauharnais – Friedrich Dürck // Portrait of Anna Maria van Heekeren – Charles Howard Hodges // A Girl from Sorica – Ivan Grohar // Self Portrait – Marie-Gabrielle Capet // Never Ever – Lord Huron

#giovanni boldini #thomas lawrence #joshua reynolds #marie-gabrielle capet #marie gabrielle capet #portrait #portrait painting #portraiture #eyes #never ever #never ever song #never ever lord huron #vide noir #lord huron #art #art history #lyrics #lyric art

[andi-o-geyser]

the dnd gods have blessed us from upon high

#AABRIA NEXT AABRIA NEXT #GIVE MY GIRL A PREQUEL GAME #i will never ever get tired of them DMing for each other #never ever #dimension 20 #d20 #critical role #a crown of candy #acoc #exu calamity #exu #the ravening war #matt mercer #aabria iyengar #brennan lee mulligan #dnd #andis thought geyser

[dekusleftsock]

Mha fandom when you say that Izuku’s biggest fic mischaracterization isn’t making him twinky:

WHEN DID BEING A TWINK BECOME A BAD THING CAN I JUST ASK THAT

Like yes, twinkifying one male character in a ship can be annoying—it can perpetuate heterosexual roles onto same sex relationships (“who’s the woman in the relationship/who wears the pants in the relationship?”), BUT LET US BE CLEAR:

TWINKS ARE A PART OF THE QUEER COMMUNITY. THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH BEING A TWINK, MAKING A CHARACTER A TWINK, OR SEEING A CHARACTER AS A TWINK.

WHEN in the ever loving FUCK did that somehow translate into “the twink has to be the stereotypically aggressive one so it doesn’t abide by queer stereotypes”. HOW DID WE GET HERE.

#bkdk #possibly unpopular opinion BUT SOMEONE HAD TO SAY IT #midoriya izuku #mha deku #bakudeku #bnha deku #this is not an apply all but in my experience reading fics the biggest mischaracterization is almost never how twinky Izuku is #like never #never ever #he’s just vaguely androgynous… like he is in canon #and I also see this in fanart/other fandom things #I do not see an epidemic of basically woman Izuku with oober masculine Katsuki like is always claimed #and I think the takes I see on that idea are worse and just make the absolute WORST misinterpretations of Izuku’s character #izuku is very much supposed to be read as a character that is unexpected to have some inner turmoil over masculinity because of his- #perceived femininity. that was purposeful. #it was also supposed to draw a more obvious difference between Izuku and the other boys of his class and more specifically ALLMIGHT. #the only boy shorter than Izuku in the UA class is mineta #who is short of comedic effect #horikoshi’s designs in their own right tell a story. Retelling that story so it more fits ‘non queer stereotypes’ in your ships is. in fact. #showing more queer stereotypes. #WOOOO AN ENDLESS CIRCLE THAT CONSISTENTLY LACKS NUANCE I LOVE YA FANDOM 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

[foxprism]

hello party people - first of all, hi to all the peeps who followed me for my st fanarts?! like, hello, thank you for your support TwT. it's kind of unbelievable to me what posting fandom stuff can do to your reach lol, like it may not be much to many people, but over 300 likes on a post on instagram and twitter + so many shares on tumblr?? i am truly flabbergasted. 14 year old me would have had a stroke on sight if she saw that now. imagine if i didn't start watching the show finally this year lol.

either way, here's a sally face doodle (in 2023??) because i sorta felt like drawing the dude for some reason lol (but new peeps - fear not: there are more st/ steddie wips i am working on - also halloween related heh)

happy spooky season too!

#sally face #sal fisher #creepypasta #fanart #art #csp #clip studio paint #sally face fanart #i love green lighting #i will never stop putting piercings on characters in my art lol #never ever #doodle #artist #digital art #salloween23 #sf fanart #sally face game #larry johnson #sally face art #sally face fandom

[sherlockig]

In starlit nights, I saw you So cruelly, you kissed me Your lips, a magic world Your sky, all hung with jewels The killing moon Will come too soon

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #stede bonnet #ed teach #edward teach #taika waititi #rhys darby #will never be over this #never ever