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flintbian · 9 months
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There's a disabled angel in good omens 🥺
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"your other fragments went off to see a new galaxy. i bet they've turned into a big, beautiful comet by now."
"you think so?"
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different text placement + no text versions :)
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vaguely-concerned · 7 months
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Thinking about the symbolic weight of smoking in the TLT universe that comes to the fore in The Unwanted Guest -- the way it moves through from person to person: Pyrrha smoked, and Augustine wanted to impress her in all her stone cold fox MILF James Bond glory (and tbf who wouldn't) so he started too. and even though as far as he knows she's been gone for a myriad and is never coming back, he keeps the habit. Ianthe sees something in the hollowed-out Faberge eggshell of Augustine that resonates with her, all that gilded eloquent emptiness and disdain through the ages, so she picked it up from him to try to emulate it. She picked it up so hard that Palamedes -- the exact spiritual antithesis of the 'smoking! on a space station! what a powermove' ennui Ianthe so admired -- spontaneously unnerded enough to even known how to, simply from a sort of contact contamination of the soul.
G1deon and Augustine sharing a jittery smoke after their near-Harrow experience during soup night, and it's the closest thing to any real sense of brotherhood that remains between them. Pyrrha going ten thousand years dying both literally and for a smoke (and then Camilla sold her fucking cigarettes (for a third of what they were worth, probably Pyrrha's own good, and also more importantly grocery money). what an entirely haunted time to be alive etc.). Augustine and Mercy trading a cigarette back and forth in the middle of their collusion over the love and murder of god.
An act of small and measured self-destruction in the name of something a little bit like connection when you're stuck somewhere in yourself where love itself dares not or cannot tread (ritualized, transmissible)..........
#the unwanted guest#the unwanted guest spoilers#the locked tomb#ianthe tridentarius#augustine the first#pyrrha dve#palamedes sextus#this series is going to make me lose my mind completely one day (affectionate)#the locked tomb meta#the fact that ianthe seems to have had some genuine admiration for augustine makes my head spin. of course though.#of course she sees the person who looks the most like he's successfully made himself impervious to the world#utterly untouchable and impossible to hurt because he isn't even really there#and she believes it! even after seeing the john mercy augustine mess at the end! because it's such a seductive idea#when you've stuck yourself in an inevitable ocean of pain to think you could make yourself numb enough that it doesn't matter#it's the emotional equivalent of 'oh there's water all around? well I just won't breathe in then. easy lmao get on my level'#she holds on to that thing from him even when it's been proved to be both impossible and ultimately untrue even in him#because uh. oh I'm about to be kind of sad for ianthe what the fuck is going on. he might actually have been the closest thing#to parental and especially paternal affection she's ever known. certainly known enough to try to model herself after#IMAGINE how fucked up the nine houses must be when augustine the first registers for anyone as a model of psychological survival#ianthe do you really want to be yourself completely so much that you're willing to be nothing. I mean yeah probably but. oh my god#gaining nothing at the cost of everything
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taiturner · 11 months
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YELLOWJACKETS ◆ 2x08 "It Chooses"
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horror-aesthete · 5 months
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Apparently The Terror producer David Kajganich stated in an Q&A what jobs he thinks the characters would have if they lived in the modern day, and I just…
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These are all so fucking funny. Love that one of the show’s producers seemingly has peak Terror brainrot
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weirdwildwonderland · 3 months
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I know ppl downplay certain siblings trauma a lot but let me just reframe everyone’s for you based on the seasons
1) imagine the person you love the most sending you 185828282 miles away for 4 years to live on the moon. Completely alone. When you get back you find out that all the samples you put so much work into didn’t even get read or taken out. The person who sent you there tells you later that he put you there to guard the most precious thing in the universe but you can't help but think that he sent you up there because you died and came back looking like a monster. He left you on the operating table for two months and when he saw you again he couldn't even look at you.
Imagine being a little kid and being told you’re not special. And then living with 6 other people who are constantly praised because they’re more special than everyone else. Imagine them 30 years later still talking about you behind your back and blaming you for everything that went wrong.
Imagine being 12 and being so restless to see the world and to see what you can do that you go somewhere no one’s ever been. And it’s hell. And no one comes to save you. You think about how you saw your family dead in those first days. And it haunts you for those next 45 years.
2) imagine being transported back in time. You have powers that can kill people. And since you’re from the future you have history books on your side. You have the power to stop one of the most famous assassinations in history and prove to your dad (who’s alive now) that you’re GOOD. That you’re not the impulsive emotional crazy mess he always said you were. You just want him to love you, because whether you want to admit it or not, you want his love and validation more than anything else in the world. You don’t prevent the assassination.
Imagine having to witness all the stupid things your brother does. You just want to give up sometimes but you literally can’t. So you put up with his attitude and stupid justifications and you never get to hug those 5 other people that you miss so much. Your brother says that ghosts can’t time travel. You don't get to say goodbye to him. Even though you hated him sometimes he had a good heart and you miss that good heart all the time.
3) imagine going through brutal racism and dehumanization every single day. Not knowing if your husband is alive or in jail or not. Constantly on alert. Your husband is the only thing keeping you from losing it. And the thought that your daughter will be there when you get back. You didn’t get to see her before the first apocalypse. You failed her as a mother and she died that night not even hearing your voice. Your brother was on the phone for you. You leave your husband for her. It’s the hardest thing you’ve ever done. Except she isn’t there.
4) (speculation) you used to be immortal. You got really sick one time from walking barefoot in a field and from something you smoked. You got shot by a spear gun. You came back. You can drink however much you want. You can get run over by a bus and you heal in half an hour. Now that you don’t have your powers it’s different. Everything is terrifying on a new level. Salmonella from the canteloupe and liver poisoning from the alcohol and flu from your brother's new kid. The clorox wipes smell like a security blanke and you can't get close to anyone anymore. Not even your sister. Not even your niece. And it makes your brother sad. You don’t smoke anymore and you’re so, so quiet. No one notices. You’re finally quiet.
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squash1 · 10 months
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ronan lynch on grief, in all it’s complexities 🫂
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[trb / greywaren / cdth / bllb / tdt & greywaren / tdt / opal / tdt & greywaren]
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jestroer · 6 months
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Can Scar please please please please team up with someone this week. Anyone. Please, I don't want the repetition of Last life. He is going to die alone again please
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hinaliix · 11 months
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Vashhhhh the stampedeeeeeee
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varilien · 2 years
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it doesn’t matter how heavy your cross to bear is; you can still smile!
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satorugojoswiife · 1 month
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What do you think about gojo ships
I feel like I'm pretty indifferent to most of them. This is super cringe of me, but whenever I fall super in love with a character I don't often like shipping them romantically with anyone. 💀 (im delusional I know)
It doesn't help that for some reason the jjk fandom (especially twt) is weirdly aggressive about ships. I know it isn't all the shippers and it's mostly just the loud minority, but seeing so much of the discourse has kinda put me off and I don't really engage much with the ships in the fandom except for rarepairs and selfships bc alot of the time those communities are more wholesome and cozy (if that makes sense LOL)
#satofie best ship#andnajdjskdjksnfksndjdj im sorry im cringe 😔😔#anyways i honestly have no idea#its not even about not liking seeing him with others bc i enjoy seeing other ppls gojo × oc/selfships#i just for some reason dont really vibe with any of the existing gojo ships in the series#weirdly enough if i had to choose one i feel like sukugo is the most interesting one LOL they are so funny with eachother#i feel like in a different life they really couldve hit it off#i feel bad for gojohime shippers sometimes#like i personally dont like the ship but oh my god ppl on twitter are so mean about that ship i dont even know why ???#is it bc alot of them prefer him shipped with a guy ?? or they dont like seeing another woman that isnt them with him?? i dont know#but i see so much hate for it and it makes me sad bc like just move on or mute the account so u dont have to see it if you really hate it#the amount of times ive seen some big jjk account qrt a fanart dissing the ship while also getting more likes than the artists post is craz#why do ppl fight over fake people kissing.......#i remember this one account specifically that was obsessed with gojo but they were so snobby about it and like gatekeeping other fans#and they really hated gjhm and for some reason felt the need to make it into a problematic ship instead of just saying#i dont like this and moving on#but they made this whole thing abt how toxic they actually are bc utahime hates gojo#only to (in the same thread) gush over their fave ship which was nanago#and i felt crazy bc its......literally the same dynamic what#like am i missing something ?????#anyways this got a bit wild but pls be nice to eachother and respect eachothers ships#you dont have to justify why u dislike a ship you can just not like it#no need to turn it problematic
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coconut530 · 4 months
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Some derps for the past three Malevolent episodes ~ 🕷️👩🏻🎄
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Bittersweet Slasher Movie Happy Ending Rewrites
The Sinclair Brothers all decide to leave Ambrose one day. They each go in a different direction, they find little corners of the world that are just there's- no more bedroom door they don't go into, no more family pictures that they wince to see, no more memory of parents better off dead. They don't see each other anymore but at least they aren't there.
There's no technicality in Fred Krueger's arrest and so the court successfully sentences him to capital punishment- the only time in Springwood History that anyone has received that sentence. No one really talks about him anymore.
After a boy's tragic death at Camp Crystal Lake it shuts down, and a apartment buildings go in. Pamela Voorhees, the mother of the boy, eventually has another child and that kid grows up knowing all about their big brother- how he would have loved them and he's definitely watching over them always; There's a picture of him above the mantel and they never forget him.
Tiffany Valentine catches one look at Charles Lee Ray, all dangerous and hot... and turns right away. Tempting, but she's just here at this bar for a drink with her friends.
Chucky himself ends up in prison after Detective Norris drags him out of that toy store. He spends his days carving symbols into the floor under his bed and laughing at court ordered therapy until one of the other prisoners beat him to within an inch of his life for what he did to Sarah and Nica. He doesn't survive that night in the medical bay.
After their parents leave, Drayton gets 3 jobs in town and keeps his brothers and their grandpa afloat the best that he can but eventually those ungrateful shits disregard his hard work one-too-many times, and they're all old enough now... so he finally leaves. Chop Top and Nubbins leave too after that, finding healthier lives separate from each other, and Bubba stays in Texas, where they were born, taking care of grandpa until he dies and then living on his own. They're all lonely, missing a part of themselves... but they're healthy enough to be happy. They all know they're better off loving each other from afar.
Charlie never comes back from Korea. He's missing in action- Suspected prisoner of war. Luda Mae, Thomas and Monty stay at home as long as they can in case he one day finds his way back to them... but he doesn't. And eventually there's nothing left around them so they have to leave- they have to say goodbye to him, for good. After that they move up north and they discover the most wonderful charity group to help people with conditions like Thomas'.
Michael never gets out of that Penitentiary. He lives a long, long life but he's held safely in there until they day that he dies.
Maureen Roberts does not make the big time, but she also never gives up. Not even after Milton, no way. She stays in Hollywood, living in a tiny apartment on her own, working a job she doesn't have to take home and going to every audition she can get her hands on for the rest of her life. She never meets Neil Prescott. She never has Sydney. Roman does find her and she does turn him away but there's nothing to be jealous of. He... lets it go. He moves on. Billy and Stu never even hear about her.
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simonsquest · 1 month
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Maybe a small picnic or forest outing with Simon and Selena? Maybe he can teach her about some of the more harmless forest creatures 🥰
It's been nearly a month since Selena arrived at the Belmont estate in Transylvania, and met her arranged husband-to-be. She is expected to give an answer as to whether or not she consents to marry Simon. Simon tries to talk her out of it.
They had a daily routine: after Simon’s hours-long morning training, he would get cleaned up, eat breakfast, and court Selena around the Belmont estate.
This routine would continue near daily, for the month’s duration of Selena’s visit to Transylvania. By the end of which she will need to come to a decision about whether or not she consents to proceeding with their arranged marriage.
It has nearly been a month now, and anxiety paralyzes Selena. She hardly knows Simon, even after spending time with him daily. But there is an urgency to their arrangement that weighs heavily on both: the time of Dracula’s calculated resurrection draws near. The Belmonts need an heir, and soon.
Despite that necessity, Selena has never felt pressured by Simon. Actually, she doesn’t know much of Simon’s feelings on the matter at all. He has been polite, certainly. Courteous, too. But he is incredibly private. Selena wonders, if she chooses to marry him, if she will ever learn about his true intent. What goes on in the mind of a man shouldering the burden of Dracula’s impending revival?
What kind of man will he become after they’re wed? Will he change from who is he now? For better, or for worse?
Or will he remain a perfect stranger—no love, no tenderness—as Selena is expected to spawn an heir for him?
Who can she expect to spend her life with if she consents to this union?
She battles the nausea that threatens her as Simon approaches, bowing his head to her in greeting. She curtsies in reply.
“Good morning, my lord.” Selena greets in her usual way.
Simon still isn’t used to being referred to as a lord. Selena can tell that much. But she cannot bring herself to call him by his first name. Not yet.
He gestures for her to walk ahead, and she does, starting on their usual route through the stamped out earth around the perimeter of the Belmont estate.
Courtship is awkward for both. Silence hangs heavy, as usual. Simon has done a terrible job of selling himself. He has not boasted about his accomplishments to earn her favor, nor tried so much as to kiss Selena’s hand.
A month isn’t enough time to truly get to know a person. Selena feels Simon’s resistance.
Sometimes, she wonders if he finds her undesirable. That would be a blessing—it may spare her yet of being wed to him.
But it is also humbling. Was she not to his taste?
Selena’s attention is pulled from her spiralling thoughts as Simon, at last, has asked something:
“I pray you slept well last night?”
Selena offers a polite smile in reply. “Yes, I slept peacefully. Your home is very comfortable.”
Simon hums to himself: a relieved, soft noise.
As they move through their usual path, Simon takes pause. He stares off beyond the gates of the estate, in the direction of the Jova woods.
After a moment, Simon takes the initiative in leading them off of their usual route, through the gates. Selena takes notice immediately.
“My lord?” Selena inquires, following dutifully after him. “Where is it we’re going?”
“The forest ahead,” Simon clarifies. “Rest assured, creatures of the night do not wander it during the day.”
He takes pause.
“Is that alright with you?” He asks, looking at her.
Selena has not stepped foot off of the Belmont estate for a month now. She longs for a change of scenery.
“Yes, of course. That would be nice.”
Simon grants her a small smile as they venture outside of the usual borders, and into the forest of Jova.
There’s a coolness in the air as shade washes over the pair. Selena remarks the sound of the leaves rustling in the wind, and the various woodland creatures within.
Serene moments like these make her forget of the malevolent creatures that stalk the area at night.
But remarking the scars on Simon’s arms quickly remind her of the very real threat. She notes how his hand rests on the handle of his whip at his side. He is still on alert.
She is safe with him, she supposes. He has proven his strength, and his dependability.
The pair slow to a stop at a clearing of forest. They linger there for a moment, before Simon spots a fallen log.
He moves to take a seat upon it, and gestures for Selena to join him. She does.
The adults sit in silence, enjoying the soundscape of the forest as minutes crawl on.
Selena was just beginning to relax, when Simon’s voice interjects the quiet:
“It has nearly been a month.”
Selena’s stomach knots. “Yes, my lord.”
She notes how Simon shifts, uncomfortable.
He continues, quieter: “the choice is yours to make. Please do not feel pressured.”
Selena doesn’t know how to reply to that. Is he expecting an answer now? Here?
“Thank you.” Selena tries, stilted. She is grateful to have the choice.
But she wonders something, as she pokes a fallen twig with the tip of her boot. Her eyes are downcast.
“Do you not have a choice as well?” She asks.
Simon doesn’t reply, and that only makes Selena feel worse.
She apologizes: “I beg your forgiveness if I am unworthy to be your wife.”
“My lady, that isn’t—“
She interrupts him: “Selena. Please.”
Oh, she shouldn’t have interrupted him. Selena feels the heat of embarrassment rise to her ears.
Simon tries, awkward: “Selena.”
She thinks it may be the first time he’s ever called her by her name. It evokes a strange feeling in her chest at the sound of it.
“That isn’t the case.” Simon assures.
Selena can hardly hear him as the thudding of her embarrassed heart deafens her.
“It is simply not my choice to make. It is yours alone.” He adds with careful emphasis.
“It is challenging to make such a choice.” Selena admits at last, wanting nothing more than for this exchange to be over.
Simon nods once with understanding. He looks away at nothing in particular.
The air hangs heavy as time crawls on.
Emboldened by their perfect privacy, concealed in the thick of forest, Selena pushes through her embarrassment to timidly ask: “if I may be candid, my lord?”
“Yes.” Simon replies.
She takes a moment to find the strength to admit: “I don’t feel I have a choice, even if you say I do.”
She doesn’t have to look at Simon to feel the consequences of her confession.
“I was selected into this arrangement as an asset to strengthen the Belmont line. Should I choose not to marry and conceive with you, then I would be burdened with the weight of having done nothing to stop Dracula when I had the chance to.”
Selena still can’t look at Simon as she concludes: “there is no choice.”
“The Belmont family will find a way, as my ancestors have,” Simon reassures, but Selena senses a tension in his reply.
With a certain firmness, he underlines: “do not let guilt influence you.”
Sensing that she has said too much, Selena makes herself small, bundling herself in her shawl. She glances to her side, remarking how Simon has transitioned his hands into his lap. He’s rubbing a thumb upon clasped hands as the silence builds.
It couldn’t really get any worse. Selena was at last being honest with him, and there is one question burning to be answered:
“Do you find me undesirable?”
Simon’s reply is immediate: “no.”
Oh.
It’s Simon’s turn to be honest now: “but like you, I feel the pressure of this union, and the necessity of its success.”
Selena lifts her head to look at him. Simon does not return the glance. He’s wringing his hands together, now.
Selena feels foolish for assuming otherwise: of course Simon would be just as impacted.
His life is on the line in this fight with darkness. If he dies during the battle, then…
There’s so much at stake. He shoulders it all alone.
“I beg your forgiveness, my lord.” Selena concedes, head bowing again. “We will share this burden.”
“Please don’t.” Simon tries, awkward. He worries that she’s only saying that out of pity.
“You have a choice.” He reminds, gentler. “Please, make the right choice.”
Selena processes his words. She feels how he shifts at her side, his hands transitioning onto his lap.
The choice is clear.
Selena moves her hand out from in front of her to land atop of Simon’s. She can feel him freeze under her touch.
“Selena,” he breathes, and it’s tinged with a resigned sadness.
She holds onto his hand.
Simon timidly returns the gesture.
Adults sit crushed by the weight of circumstance, comforted only by the calm of the forest, and the warmth of each other’s touch.
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raiden-brannigan · 2 months
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Thinking about Coffin giving baby Peter military training. We know from her memos that she knew he was abused and the idea of being faced with more violence scared him, but she sweet talks him into joining anyway.
Thinking about her giving him private 1 on 1 hand to hand combat training. About her holding him while he shakes and cries at fists being thrown at him again.
Maybe on some level she considered him a son to her. But she doesn't hold him out of familial love. She holds him because he's an asset, because he needs to "harden his heart", because she needs him to "get over it" and be a good little soldier for the cause.
Young Peter, who's never felt genuine parental love before, can't tell the difference
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kjqhaujdffjryakhf · 3 months
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capture the intelligence is a game about the worlds most pathetic sopping wet silly little faggot spy
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