#but not very happily at the moment

[chosetoseethebestinyou]

*RTD writing a grand finale where old companions come back and he teases a David Tennant regeneration but then he just splits in half and one of him gets to live his well deserved happily ever after*

#I get people saying it's “easy” but personally I love it. He needs therapy OK. #15 will still have shit to deal with. He's the doctor. That's who they are. But taking a moment™ after all millenia sounds like a good idea #Also I just had so much fun watching that ep. Their dynamic together?????? Loved it #Let me live happily with this fix it fic made Canon in some form #Nevertheless it is very funny that RTD just said yeah this is my lil guy and I'm not getting rid of him. Twice. #doctor who #The giggle #David Tennant #doctor who 60th anniversary #russel t davies

[nellasbookplanet]

I know this is old hat to just about everyone, but I'm more and more enjoying Imogen and Laudna as not just a mirror of the Briarwoods but also, and perhaps even more so, as a foil.

Laudna may be the death magic goth with a necromancer in her head, but out of the two of them, Imogen is the stronger mirror of Delilah. She’s the one with the undead lover, the one prepared to break the world by risking Delilah's return as long as it got her Laudna back, the one with the drive and the thirst for power and knowledge. Laudna meanwhile, while also tempted by power, is mostly just along for the ride, deeply devoted to Imogen over anything or anyone, alive only because Imogen found a way to resurrect her. They have looked each other in the eye, recognised the same seeds of darkness and the possibility of giving in, and said 'Together either way'.

But they are also in many ways a direct subversion of the Briarwoods. Delilah and Sylas both seemed perfectly happy to have made a pact with Vecna and revelled in the power he granted them, even knowing the disaster he would bring and the horrific acts he asked of them. Imogen and Laudna meanwhile, while tempted by power and openly voicing said temptation to each other, actively fight against it. Imogen was prepared to risk Delilah's return for the sake of Laudna's resurrection, but she would've fought her every step of the way. She's tempted by the power and knowledge of Ruidus, but also prepared to give all of it up if it means saving the world, because unlike Delilah she chooses to care about people other than herself and her lover. Laudna may be prepared to follow Imogen into hell itself, but she may also be what would lead her back out, because unlike Sylas she doesn’t just recognise darkness in her lover, she wants to fight it alongside her.

This is what I mean when I say these two hold the potential for great darkness. They wouldn’t function as a mirror and a foil of the most romantically iconic critical role villain duo if they didn't. But holding the potential for darkness and corruption also means holding the potential to resist and fight said darkness at every turn. It gives them the potential to choose kindness and struggle while still keeping a little bit of that darkness in their hearts, because without it, they never would have found each other.

#critical role #imogen temult #laudna #cr3 spoilers #imodna #southern gothic #cr3 #i still get weirded out by the way large swaths of shippers will happily compare imodna to the briarwoods because #'ooh romance and aesthetic and breaking the world for each other ~~' #and yet will completely lose their shit when someone actually engages with the darker aspects of their characters #and talks about their relationship as anything other than perfect and fluffy and supportive #guys. the potential darkness is what makes them interesting. it's where the flavor comes from. embrace it #I'm hoping for more moments where they give in a little to that dark the way laudna did when killing bor'dor #i mean laura even said last 4sd that imogen very well might next time because she Wants To Know!! #please go there miss bailey I'm begging it would be such an interesting turn for both imogen and laudna! #delilah briarwood #sylas briarwood #nella talks cr

[chrrywvea]

creds to @epiimetheux !!!

i kept coming back to this beautiful artwork and i got inspired by it so here you go...

(disclaimer: i haven't completed a fic in forever, let alone published one, so i'm very anxious about this, i apologise if it's a mess •~•♡ love you guys)

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tom watches from the side as his husband steps forward to his coffin. pete's head is bowed, but he can see the trembling of his lips and the coiled muscles in his jaw.

oh my love.

what i'd give to embrace you one more time.

he knew he couldn't reach his husband anymore. his time had passed.

that didn't keep tom from standing next to pete's side. keeping watch. protecting his wingman, as they'd promised to each other years ago on that fateful day.

when repressed feelings and pretentious rivalry finally made way for the unconditional love thay had never wavered once.

partnership that had lasted 33 years.

tom watched as pete took the wings off his uniform, laying them onto the smooth oak.

the gun salutes were no more than background noise, tom's sole focus lying on the man in front of him.

the moment he saw pete punching the wings into the coffin he felt an incredible warmth spread through his chest.

such a feeling had been limited to very few moments in his life.

in the cockpit of his plane, soaring above the clouds with ron at his back and pete right by his side.

the return from the layton mission.

aching and sweaty and all kinds of shaken up but alive, thriving on adrenaline and pent up energy.

they had only seen each other then.

not iceman and maverick, but tom and pete, right there on the deck, what ron had later jokingly called their "confession".

their wedding. finally being allowed to slip a ring onto pete's finger while surrounded by all their loved ones. to call him his husband for everyone to see and hear without having to fear anymore. forever and always - the ending of both of their vows.

when their son had come back to them.

pete, bradley and himself crying with relief in their kitchen as they embraced for the first time in years. pete almost losing it as bradley started called him 'dad' again, and tom almost following suit when 'pops' returned back to daily use.

in that hospital bed, when he'd kissed his husband for the last time. he had wiped the tears on pete's cheeks with trembling hands, mapping that gorgeous face he knew better than the back of his own hand.

hushed i love you's in the quiet of the room, both signed and said out loud as they held each other.

the last words he felt pressed against his forehead being 'forever and always', before he slipped away into neverland.

tom looked over his shoulder just as pete stepped back from the coffin.

the wings on his back were strikingly white. glossy and strong feathers fluttered softly in the wind, and tom couldn't help the smile that spread on his face.

i will protect you, my heart.

my wingman.

my everything.

carefully he guided his wings around pete's sides. shielding him for just a moment. providing the endless support he couldn't give in person anymore.

pete looked up towards the sky, just like the rest of the crowd, watching as the missing man formation flew by.

everyone watched the sky, but tom couldn't tear his eyes away from his husband. how the dusking sun reflected in those tender green eyes. the curve of his nose, and the sweet lips he'd kissed so very often, now being worried at between pearly teeth.

i love you, forever and always.

as if he heard him, pete echoed his words.

"forever and always, sweetheart."

#your honour i love them #i made myself sad #sobbing #we will be back on the happily ever after train in a moment no worries #i still can't watch ice's funeral without crying #anyway #i hope you all like this #if you wanna see more gladly hit me up with some prompts #icemav is the most i write atm #so #but maybe i'll get to other stuff too #we'll see #those bouts of inspiration come very random oof #top gun #top gun maverick #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #icemav #ron slider kerner #bradley rooster bradshaw #old gay people have my heart

[brittlebutch]

finally found a place to read With the Light online and i'm thrilled; if you haven't read this manga i do Legitimately recommend it

#N posts stuff #like don't get it wrong it Is Not a series about being autistic it Is a series about raising an autistic kid #but also don't be put off by that because it's legitimately a series that I feel Loves autistic people with its whole being #it's kind of a teaching manga so it showcases a lot of different opinions/characters/conflicts/etc. but the Framing is very consistent #in that the manga is Extremely of the opinion that autistic people are People who deserve to be Valued and Accepted As They Are #the onus for change is never put on autistic individuals the framing is basically Universal in the 'the World needs to change #to be more accepting' -- it's a very Social Model depiction of autism that ALSO never veers too far into the #'autism isn't even Really a disability' fallacy; it's very much a 'A lot of autistic people will need constant support in a variety of ways #throughout their lives but that isn't the roadblock preventing them from having their own lives; ableism in society is the roadblock' #the first two chapters are the hardest to get through bc they take place before Sachiko has any real understanding of autism and #so she's isolated and stressed out and the ignorance makes it difficult for her to care for Hikaru properly (there's also a lot of #other characters Blaming her for what's going on which goes unchallenged at this point though that changes later); but after she #understands what autism is she's Firmly in Hikaru's corner for the rest of the series - you can skip right to ch 3 without a problem #if you're not interested in reading about that initial conflict #there's still a Lot of conflict ofc but by then the chapters have some of my favorite moments so i don't want to advocate skipping #them; like Hikaru's daycare teacher explaining how Hikaru's difficulty speaking is the same as other kids' troubles with #things like jump-roping/etc.; and then a mother who has An Issue with Hikaru's presence in her daughter's class realizing the #depth of the problematic opinion bc Her mother (who had a stroke) faces similar ableism from her peers #i'm cutting this post off b4 the tags get Too long but if you're curious but still hesitant man. send me an ask and i will Happily #write an insanely long essay about how much i love this series; i have all the books i'm not excited about the online availability #for Me i'm excited bc i've been wanting to rec this manga for like almost a full decade and i can finally give you a link instead of #saying 'well. you can find used copies sometimes' lol

[bookwyrminspiration]

i've been trying very hard to convince myself to be a sokeefe girlie (<- is not a girl) or even just sokeefe neutral but the more I try the more my brain digs its heels in it's determined to be miffed about this whole situation (sokeefe) and grumble about it

#kotlc #I WANT TO LIKE IT #we've known. we've known for /years/ this would happen #and prior to it happening I was perfectly meh on the whole situation. happily neutral #now its happened and my brain's kicked into silent mild judgement #i don't /hate/ it I'm just. hmm #and it's so annoying because it spoils so much of the recent books #because so much of their draw is their relationship #and I just. MEeUGH #i am trying to convince myself its fine #because like. its FINE #but my me is very stubborn #it's mostly because I love fitz (not in a ship him with sophie way. though I am neutral on them) #and I just KNOW how s0keefe is being used as a 'sophie chose the right guy' 'FINALLY fitz didn't deserve her' thing #and i HATE IT #and it makes me dislike s0keefe via association #which is ANNOYING #having my hater moment

[non-un-topo]

Little Light - tog ficlet

Something I felt like writing but didn’t know what to do with. A little scene inspired by an old fic of mine, Dahlia. A bonus scene, if you will.

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Somewhere outside these old wood walls, an owl calls the morning forth. A gentle if not calming sound to Andromache, but to tiny brand new ears it is unknown and frightening.

The babe emits a discontented little squeal, and as Andromache leans away from the wall to see into the makeshift bassinet — an armoire drawer, placed on the floor between a bedroll and Andromache’s watchful place at the wall — the tiny thing grunts and attempts to kick her swaddled legs. A little lip pouts, trembles, then her gummy mouth opens with grumpy staccato cries.

There’s a shift in the darkness on the bedroll just beside the drawer. There is enough pre-dawn light pouring in from a half-boarded window for Andromache to see Yusuf poke his head up from behind Nicolò’s shoulder, then quickly lift himself on an elbow as he comes out of sleep to register the baby’s distress.

Andromache’s hand is on the swaddled baby’s stomach, just rubbing very gently as Yusuf carefully crawls over Nicolò and comes forward. The child’s newborn cries sound almost like little angry coughs, increasing in volume as Andromache’s attempts to calm her do virtually nothing. She’s so small, so new. In her mind, Andromache is going through the list of remedies to calm her down: Is she hungry? Is she cold? Does she need a change? Was she simply startled by the owl? There are no easy answers, just a crying baby wiggling in tattered fabrics, all they have for her.

Yusuf is on it, though. Has been since that first horrific day that brought the tiny thing to them. He squats in front of the drawer, and Andromache removes her hand as Yusuf very carefully slides a hand behind the baby’s head and neck and begins to free her from her swaddle.

The moment her arms are free, they shoot up next to her head — some reflex Andromache has noticed, and Yusuf coos at the sight of it. Andromache watches the soft look in his eyes with unease, but she’s then drawn to the shift of Nicolò as the baby’s cries wake him too.

Yusuf shushes the babe, and there’s a moment of uncertainty on his face like he’s having similar thoughts to Andromache, similar anxieties, before he gets both hands below her tiny arms, fingers stretched out behind her neck and head to support her, and lifts her from the drawer. As he does so she scrunches up into a little ball, hand-stitched nappy crumpling up as her knees bend, and her pink fists bracket her face as she grunts.

Andromache watches in silence as Yusuf settles the baby against his shoulder, fingers feather-light and safe on the back of her head where her wispy hair gathers at the base of her skull. She adjusts a little, rubbing her nose into Yusuf’s shirt, as Yusuf pulls open the back of her nappy to check her.

Nicolò is there next to them then, more alert and awake than Yusuf whose eyelids are drooping. Andromache can see all the thoughts in Nicolò’s head play out just by the slight crease in his brow as he watches the baby’s face. He raises a hand, sets is back to the floor, and although Andromache had warned them both about the dangers of becoming attached to the child, she does not want the poor thing to suffer while three capable adults can comfort her. She blinks permissively at Nicolò but he doesn’t need the permission from her, only from himself.

Yusuf is bouncing the baby slightly against his shoulder as he shushes her little noises. He turns his head to see the longing on Nicolò’s face and nods sleepily at him. As Nicolò reaches out to stroke a thin curl on the top of the baby’s head, she begins to squeal again and soon unravels into hiccuping little cries. With mild alarm, Yusuf adjusts her so her face is not pressed into his clothes.

“Let me?” whispers Nicolò, hands out and ready. Yusuf nods, stifling a yawn, and very carefully passes the little grumpy ball over to Nicolò, who lays her over his forearm, cupping her bottom and scrunched up feet in his large hand. Yusuf releases her head last in the crook of Nicolò’s elbow, and her fists fly up again as she settles back with another round of staccato cries. With that done, Yusuf immediately stands to rifle through their packs, likely in search of some goat’s milk they’ve saved.

Finding sustenance for the child has been exhausting and certainly a battle, but Andromache has seen too many children starve to let this one go hungry. She will be fed every chance they get, and she will be warm, and when they are able they will pass her into loving hands who will be able to house her and love her and help her grow tall and strong.

But for now, Andromache only sits and watches as Nicolò rubs the pad of his thumb up the space between the child’s peach-fuzz brows, a little trick she’d taught him that may calm her down and put her to sleep but does not seem to be working at the moment. The baby’s mouth is still wide open and trembling as she cries and so, supporting her with both arms, Nicolò stands with an exaggerated groan and begins to bob her just slightly.

“Alright, piccola,” he says, turning away as he begins to pace around a little, humming some low made-up tune on the spot.

Yusuf stands at his side then, with the jar of milk and the cloth they use to soak it in so the baby can suckle, and Andromache lets herself relax, lets her back touch the wall again as she just watches them together, the pink-faced baby emitting little punched-out cries between them. She’s quieting down, though, as Nicolò bobs her like the sea. Yusuf stands by with the cloth, peering curiously at her little face.

Nicolò makes a brave move then. With one shared look with Yusuf, he blinks down at the child and leans down to ever-so-gently press his lips to her head. He stays there even after the little kiss, and Andromache can hear him hushing her softly as he continues to bounce her.

She’s stopped crying. As Nicolò draws back, Andromache can see that her eyes are wide open, gazing up at Yusuf and Nicolò in wonder. They smile down at her, and something lodges itself in Andromache’s throat. Almost subconsciously, her hand closes around the pendant against her chest.

Yusuf senses her unease, of course he does, because he looks over at her and beckons her over with a jerk of his head and an outstretched hand. She goes willingly, if a little stiffly, and although she swears in her mind that they will not be keeping this child it is nice to see the men smiling in victory and adoration at her little face.

“Looks like she just wanted to be held,” Yusuf whispers.

Andromache might think something about the fact that the first hands to ever touch this baby were Nicolò’s. She might think about the fact that Yusuf’s soft voice had been the one to calm her cries on that first night. She might remember the way her tiny body felt so warm in her arms the morning the child’s mother left this earth, when the ground still trembled with aftershocks and somewhere in the distance the ocean watched Andromache’s back.

She says none of this. Instead, she joins them in the middle of the room as it slowly fills with early morning light. The broken three of them, and the fragile brand new fourth.

They have not named her yet. Andromache does not dare. But she will be called Dahlia, after the flowers her mother sold in a little shop north of the hills of Campania, where the winds smell of oleander and the olive trees face the sunrise.

#i'm shy about this so i'm barely gonna tag. i just wanted to put this somewhere #tog #sage writes #i'm sorry in advance!!!!! dahlia is alive and well in this ficlet!!!! #i think this is about as much as i can write of her though. like literally idk why i must always write sad things sdfghfds #just thinking about her actually devastates me #but this was supposed to be cute damn it!!! #to people who have not read/heard of dahlia please heed my warning lol. it is a very rough one. and old! my writing was different. #but if you like intense angst uhhhh. enjoy! this ficlet can just exist in a soft and sweet moment in time. #i am working on a fic that has kids in it that ends happily. as an apology.

[nctjpeg]

so….. “see myself in a documentary” was an item on my bucket list that i didn’t know i had but can now be crossed off…….

#lizzy's personal posts #they made a documentary about that goth club i go to #and towards the very end of the movie when they film a night at the current venue #there are shots of me not only in the crowd but full on solo shots of me dancing #and to be honest i knew there was a non zero chance i’d be in the film #i remember seeing a camera guy film me do my thing #but this was in 2021 and i was not nearly as established in the scene and i was in an awful friend group…. #where i felt overshadowed ALL THE TIME and i just assumed they’d use other footage #bc i know how filmmaking works and not everything shot gets used. hell MOST doesn’t get used #but there i was…. on the big screen @ the premiere…. MULTIPLE TIMES #when i saw they included the footage i started bawling (happily) like a baby #it feels very ‘full circle’ moment to sit in a movie theater eating popcorn and then suddenly there’s you from 3 years ago #like. me! when i was in my ‘loser era!’ and she got put in a movie! #CORRECTION: they filmed almost 2 years ago. not 3 haha. still it feels like a whole lifetime has passed

[flintmcgraw]

i saw a post floating around a bit ago that said something along the lines of "i think everyone needs larger living spaces with room to exist in" and it kind of really irked me as a western-centric view, but i only just put my finger on what i think the issue is.

it all comes back around to third spaces. someone who lives in a village of one room mud huts is not less happy or less fortunate than an American in a townhouse - they get their solace in outdoor/separate from home community spaces. my mother lived a very happy childhood with her whole family in an apartment the size of our current living room - and upon reflection, she credits it with the state-built parks between every complex that she played in and was called from to dinner through an open window.

and there is a draw towards alone-ness for a lot of us, in equating peace to silence and ownership of our own space, but i can't help but wonder if we would be so exhausted by the outside if the outside were more livable, and if we didn't have so much of a need to recover from existing in the society we built

#idk it REALLY bugged me because i felt it was dismissive of all the people in the world (many people!) who live very happily in small spaces #but at the same time i could see where they were coming from #and the train just went past a daunting looking suburb and i had a lightbulb moment #and if you think about it most people come home and then continue to engage in society via social media #so it's not necessarily true that we need to be alone #maybe just that existing socially in the system is more tiring than it needs to be #and the internet provides a more low stakes environment that could perhaps be paralleled by. say. a town market #where you sit with your friends and people watch #but when outside is an onslaught of cars and hostile architecture and spaces that cost money #it's no wonder we isolate ourselves #now. i don't know if there exist a feasible solution for northern climes where the outdoors is only comfortable max 6 months of the year #but we definitely should not be imposing this way of living on the rest of the world #it's lonely #personal #thoughts

[drabbles-of-writing]

Fun fact about cardinals! They originally first got their name by colonists arriving in America. Why were they named this, you may ask? Because to the colonists, they were the same ‘cardinal red’ as the robes of the cardinals in the Roman Catholic church. So what I’m saying here is that Wittebro made a very definite choice in his palisman carving.

#the owl house #toh #cardinals #flapjack #cardinal palisman #wittebro #facts #text post #talk #drabble post #giving a witch hunter clone the name Hunter is definitely peak unoriginality #but my religious colonist man saw the opportunity to make a palisman and decided #'you know what. religiously related bird. i should do that' #and then his descendants later made a yellow cardinal #or maybe the yellow cardinal is as old as flapjack! if thats the case i am so sorry to the clawthorne he hooked up with! #imagine trying to get matching palismans with yr bae but turns out he just picked it bc hes having another religious moment #i WILL say tho. dana was very clever for this #peak. nobody is doing it like her #and i havent seen anyone else pointing it out so i will happily be the one who does

[yaburnae]

[ 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 ] : sender is expressing anger over receiver's constant recklessness. but reverse for binsa and neems!!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ— FOR YOU I WOULD ( accepting! )

There  is  a  river  nestled  on  the  sparse  treeline  separating  the  Rietveld  property  from  the  wilds  of  the  country.    The  next  closest  family  is  two  kilometers  away,    wheat  farmers  with  a  sizeable  amount  of  oil  in  the  ground  that  the  local  government  hasn’t  a  clue  sits  there  but  which  Kaz,    ever  the  businessman,    has  already  noted  for  future  use.    The  river  isn’t  actually  much  of  a  river  at  all,    but  a  stream  that  freezes  over  early  in  the  winters.    The  water  is  waist  -  deep  if  Kaz  was  to  wade  into  the  water,    but  truthfully  he  rarely  pays  it  any  mind.    He  should  have.

The  treeline  is  visible  from  the  house,    if  not  the  water,    clearer  still  from  the  edge  of  the  yard  and  better  yet  from  the  profile  of  the  orchard.    The  air  is  wet  with  the  scent  of  apple  blossoms  and  Inej’s  flowering  garden,    and  Kaz  is  taking  his  time  trudging  toward  the  trees  fattening  with  fruit  when  he  sees  them.    He  really  should  have  minded  the  damn  stream.

Terror  is  the  wet  -  slick  slide  of  skin  against  the  back  of  his  neck.    Kaz  feels  those  long  -  dead  hands  on  his  shirtsleeves  before  he  can  register  that  he’s  dropped  his  cane.    He’s  running  without  care  for  the    pain  to  his  hips,    the  sharp  revolt  of  his  poorly  -  healed  bones.    It’s  so  rare  lately  that  he  is  swallowing  saltwater  that  he  doesn’t  know  it’s  filling  his  chest  until  he  realizes  that  he’s  shouting around the diluge,    the  rasp  of  his  voice  splitting  the  stillness  of  the  country  air  and  disturbing  the  sheep  he  passes  on  his  way  across  the  fields.

Nirmala  hears  him  first,    fear  so  foreign  in  her  wide  eyes  that  Kaz  stumbles  only  once  with  the  blip  in  his  adrenaline.    She’s  half  hauling  her  sister  from  the  water  when  her  father  clears  the  tall  grass  and  snarls,    ❝    Ga  weg!    Ga  weg!    ❞  Binsa  squeaks  a  shocked  protest  when  he  closes  his  hand  around  her  arm,    Kaz  having  splashed  through  to  his  shins  to  reach  them  both,    but  he  doesn’t  hear  it.    He’s  submerged,    too.    He’s  face  down  in  the  water  and  inhaling  the  harbour  by  the  lungfuls.

❝    Have  you  lost  your  fucking  mind?    Ga  weg,    ❞  this,    he  snaps  directly  to  Nirmala,    who  follows  him  out  of  the  water  with  a  wariness  he  hasn’t  seen  in  near  a  decade.    She’d  only  ever  been  timid  in  the city,    unsure  of  her  place  only  so  long  as  Kaz  was  at  odds  with  Inej  over  the  girl’s  permanence  in  their  lives.    Now  she  looks  at  him  with  such  distrust,    he  will  recall  it  with  weighted  remorse  for  weeks  to  come.    But  not  yet.    Right  now,    Jordie’s  at  his  shoulder  and  laughing  in  his  ear.

❝    Baba,    ❞  pleads  Binsa,    her  wet  little  fingers  clawing  at  the  shackle  of  his  own  hand  wrapped  a  little  too  tight  around  her  bicep.    ❝    Baba,    why–    ❞

❝    Stay  out  of  the  water!    ❞  The  girls  have  never  met  Dirtyhands  before  and  Nirmala  is  the  only  one  who  knows  Kaz  Brekker.    The  flashes  of  both  ghosts  cut  his  face  grim  and  feral,    the  corners  of  his  mouth  no  longer  softened  the  way  they  alone  know  very  well,    and  it’s  that  dissonance  that  startles  them  both  into  fearful  silence  now.    They  do  not  know  this  version  of  Baba.    ❝    Do  you  hear  me?    What  the  hell  were  you  thinking,    Nirmala?    Bringing  your  sister  here  when  you  should  know  better–    You  are  supposed  to  protect  her,    you  are–  ❞

❝    Kaz.    ❞  Inej’s  voice  cuts  into  the  tension  so  sharply,    she  might  as  well  have  used  one  of  her  knives.    Binsa  whimpers  for  her  mother  and  only  then,    only  then,    does  Kaz  remove  his  hand.    Only  then  does  he  flinch  away  from  both  girls,    stalking  down  the  grassy  shoreline  and  fighting  back  bile  with  the  bared  grit  of  his  teeth.    Vaguely,    he  hears  @taitropa  speaking  soothingly  to  their  children,    but  he  does  not  turn  to  look  at  them.    Snippets  of,    ❝    Hush  now,    ❞  and,    ❝    I  know,    I  know,    ❞  and,    ❝    Are  you  hurt,    chhori?    ❞  cut  through  his  panic.    When  Binsa  says  tearfully,    ❝    Baba  said  bad  words,    ❞  he  breaks  from  the  scene  and  starts  back  toward  the  house  in  an  effort  to  calm  down.

#taitropa #KAZ; answered. #oh god oh god!!!!! #took this prompt and ran as you already knew i would #that awkward moment when you can never truly be rid of your trauma even in your happily ever after #my eyes watered maybe writing this. i am very distressed but perhaps not as distressed as kaz #in about 15 minutes he is going to feel so horrible that nobody will ever believe that he was once the most feared bastard in the barrel #nirmala and binsa aren't supposed to know brekker :((((((((

[pippsissewa]

I'm starting to understand why Heaven and Hell are super obsessive about the concept of sides. And why they are even MORE against interacting with one another.

Satan and Metabitch (because at this point I refuse to believe that God is actually doing anything anymore: she is watching this drama unfold with a bowl of popcorn in her pjs with her eyes glued to the screen like it was the latest episode of her favorite soap opera. She's screaming at the tv screen with the rest of us) would be out of soldiers at this point if they didn't.

The angels and demons keep doing shit like becoming friends and falling in love. And liking Earth. How are Heaven and Hell supposed to play their stupid war games if everyone realizes that A) they don't actually have anything against the other side and B) free will is actually pretty great and they can say no to things.

In other news, I am sad and waiting for the moment when we get to see the Metabastard get punted off a fucking mountain.

#good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens season 2 spoilers #good omens 2 #Metatron I'm coming for you #I would happily punt you off a mountain at this very moment #Heaven and Hell #pull a Barbie movie and have world altering conversations in the back of a van and your good

[tariah23]

They’re calling my baby Gojo, Joseph Joestar now

#rambling #the diff is that Gojo did apologize after being called out and face to face with his racism whilst Joseph literally befriended nazi’s 😵‍💫 #and there was never any explanation from araki as to why he’d even wrote German soldiers in the shit in the first place like that was #absolutely jarring as hell to read for the very first time back when I’d gotten into jjba #well I watched it first but you know #like Joseph really thought fondly of Stroheim as this stand up guy even though he’s first of all #a Nazi #and second #the first scene that we were introduced to was of him sexually harassing a Woman #it’s……. 🗿 #still to this day I wonder if araki had ever addressed this because lord #Joseph was just happy to get the help I guess but that felt so ooc for him from what he’d seen 🗣️ #happily receiving the help of a Nazi and calling them a nice guy ahhh Joseph- #Gojo would never sjjsaj #my boo boo is a little prejudice but he’s working on it 🗣️ #I still think that gege was trying to have a ‘racism is bad’ moment but again #the execution was pretty awkward and it felt out of place considering what had been currently going down in the manga #like the Racism was pretty random but it was swiftly put to a stop which I can appreciate even if it shouldn’t have been a point of #conversation to begin with since why couldn’t Miguel just exist as a character instead of him being the now token negro #who everyone sees as instantly more frighteningly powerful than everyone else like this didn’t even need to be brought up wllssldk #idk gege was trying to be ‘woke’ 😭. sorry nbs and wp ruined the term for me but like basically lol #gojo’s pretty intelligent and extremely gifted but he’s never been perfect lol #it’s just that idk why gege chose to talk about antiblackness in Japan out of nowhere about the only black character on screen hehhhhhh #like gege tried but lmfao #this is so funny to me #at least it didn’t drag on putting Miguel in an even more awkward situation than he already was and it was nipped in the bud quickly #Gojo isn’t one to dwell on things but when he’s face with new information and is taught something he does try to reflect and do better and #I’m sure he probably started to become even more aware of what he’s saying especially when talking to Miguel in an honest way since that’s #always been the kind of character who he was despite the horrors #the only ppl who’ve been kinda annoying about this are nbs and white people as always 🗿

[hgduo]

Okay from what I'm getting so far the vibes of K!Luzu and K!Quackity's dynamic is somehow both the most wholesome and most cursed mentor and apprentice dynamic out there

#karmaland v #karmaland #quackity #luzu #luzugames #(idk which tag to use for him) #like I get the vibe that Luzu is trying to look out for him... but theres also the sugar daddy jokes #he'll happily tell the guy he found ducks and then later send him a pic of his... 'luzuconda' #(his words not mine) #and then theres the 'don't trust anyone' moment he gave to Q.... man! #they're like that one tumblr post about the bad guy who cares about their minions ajjdjs- #but Quackity's more clever then he lets on of course- he isn't just gonna blindly follow Luzu but for now they have each other #(I'm not a native speaker/very fluent so I'm mostly relying on translated stuff here but this is what I've gathered so far) #(* not very fluent) #(also I know nothing about the previous series and Luzu lol) #(I really like him so far tho!!!!!)

[only1one1me]

Me: “Wait, the monster took double damage?” DM: “Uh yeah. They’re vulnerable to radiant damage. You didn’t know that?” Me: [surprised Pikachu face] My DM, their face in their hands: “So you’re telling me....this whole time....you’ve been using that giant magnifying glass magic spell of doom so much because you found it fun, and not because you knew the enemy was vulnerable to radiant damage?” Me: “Yes.” DM: “Incredible.”

Our campaign has been running for over two years.

#i did warn the dm i wasn't great at puzzles #okay so maybe the fact that they wanted to bring about an eternal night was a clue #and maybe the fact that they only went out at night if they could help it was also a clue #and the squinting in the day #and the rolling at disadvantage in the daylight #granted i only realized they were doing that recently because the DM stated it #but autistic brain didn't put the pieces together because cues and I don't get along so well #but this was a very funny moment for me #dungeons and dragons #d&d #dnd #it's not the first time they thought I knew what I was doing only to find out later that I was happily oblivious #i love using Moonbeam

[countess-of-edessa]

i don’t need a boyfriend and my life is full and fulfilling without any romance! as long as there is a cute boy texting me constantly, going to all social events with me and hanging out with me there the whole time, driving me everywhere, hanging out with me during all our formal events, spending at least three or four hours a week just talking with me in his car, sending me pictures of sunsets he sees, complimenting all my outfits, and going with me to get ice cream and look at the moon together, and he only does all of these things with me and nobody else, i do not need a boyfriend to feel fulfilled.

#what an annoying way to learn i am a Normal Girl kind of!!! #i didn’t think i was but i don’t have a good frame of reference because like. high school. did not want a boyfriend was just chilling #and very busy. college. was so deep in a depressive spiral i had pretty much accepted i would live and die completely alone and men didn’t #even figure into it and i just kind of assumed i would never attract that kind of attention in any way and was busy being miserable anyway. #so grad school was the first time i was like haha! this is how i can live my life happily as an adult! i have just a couple of close friend #and im so happy! i guess i really am one of those people who doesn’t really need romance in her life because im fine living without it if i #can keep my friendships the way they are. and now im like wait so why am i sad all the time now? #and upon further reflection i think everything might just be a mess now because i am stupid literally no matter what way you slice it #pray for me but also don’t take my posts too seriously i can’t talk to anyone about this in person so it’s over represented on my tumblr bl #i mean i do think about it every waking moment but like. im also doing other stuff and multi-tasking

[thedragonagelesbian]

fucked up or what if orin disguises herself as cyrus to lure halsin away from camp and kidnap him...........................................

#and also says some of that awful dialogue comparing halsin to a deep rothe just to make it hurt as much as possible... #(halsin's wisdom is high enough to put it together but that doesnt mean there isnt a moment #hearing those words in a voice that he just helped create for cyrus #when it cuts very deep) #it's also occurred to me that the emperor propositioning scene and astarion's sibs trying to kidnap him triggered #shortly after entering the sewers and getting the kidnapped companion reveal #both of those interactions are going to go VERY differently if cyrus is still deep in overextended ruthless protection #'has to be talked into resting bc otherwise he'd happily burn himself out trying to save halsin without taking care of himself' mode #cyrus bg3 #cyrusXhalsin