#[excuse me while I go off to cry]

[nekky-nek]

Will I ever recover from Xemnas saying to be human must take incredible strength? No. No I will not.

[fisheito]

Imagine you have to set up yakumo's enclosure for the next couple months. How do you set it up and what do you put in there?

oh NO.! THE PROPPHECY HAS BEenm FUFILLED

i am standing in my room, leggies rooted to the floor. i am in shock .frozen and i have no idea how to proceed. there is a perpetual pathetically sobbing serpent under my blankie.

[callsign-magnolia]

You know what sucks? Realizing I'm not reading as much as I used to and I haven't written anything in 2 weeks. I'm slowly falling out of this fandom and I don't want to!

[chaotic-kitty]

Haha…ha. That’s funny 🥹🥹🥲

[darth-hader]

i love how in almost every post online we're all collectively begging bill hader to give nohobal the happy ending they both deserve

[welcometogrouchland]

I will feel so tired that it's like my atoms are coming undone and I'm being made unreal...and then I will have a little chocolate treat and for 15 minutes I am whole and present again. Then the horrors

[kingcunny]

I meant the gown rhaenys wears in those two scenes are the same despite being years apart (tho now i'm not sure), not that it's the same alicent or aemma wear. But viserys making all of them wear the same gown sent me 🤣 plot twist, it was alyssa's gown

after i answered that i was like wait…. i dont think thats what they meant 😭 (it IS the same gown btw! you can see the same pattern in the fabric. but in ep 9 rhaenys isnt wearing the robe(?) over it)

PLLEWASEEEE SHFVVDB??? viserys and his insane mommy issues…. he sees alicent in her dead moms dress and is like this isnt doing anything for me…… but you know what Would….?

[arachnidiots-a]

goodness gracious where do i even start. to say i'm obsessed with your portrayals would be SEVERELY understating it. i love to write with you because you give so much voice to your characters and every reply i get from you always, ALWAYS knocks me on my ass. i am so incredibly blessed to have gotten to explore the dynamics we have together, and don't even get me STARTED on the bingo board. (this is turning into a birdie appreciation ask) i just adore you so much!! and i adore your characters and how you write them!!!!!!! xoxo

tell me your honest opinion of my portrayal

head in HANDS. what am i supposed to say to this coma. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY. :( i love you

:( coma what the heck . i am so

[theinfinitedivides]

as impossible as nearly all of these fight scenes are i'm so glad they let Shah Rukh be unhinged here as a treat. it's what he deserves

[storiedhistories]

Anonymous asked: Atreus - Has your father ever told you of his first wife? What of his daughter?

Send My Muse Anons About Their Relationships // Accepting!

The question comes as something of a surprise.  He thought back to the time after they had scattered Mother's ashes, after the two of them had finally started to figure out how to be a FAMILY without her. His father had told him that he was a god, the first time he had really said much about his past.

Atreus knew that it was......painful for his dad to talk about his time in his homeland, but there had been one night, when they'd been staying warm around the fire, enjoying a moment of companionable silence, that his father had spoken first, telling him more about what had happened to bring him to this land.  He wasn't naïve enough to believe his dad had told him everything about his past, but he had mentioned, at least briefly, that he had had a family before, that it was their deaths had started the killing spree that had led him to kill his own father.

"He didn't tell me much, but I know that his first wife's name was Lysandra....., and that I had a sister named Calliope."  His father had sounded so sad when he talked about them, and Atreus had been able to FEEL his regret.  The sadness and pain that had washed over him as his dad had talked...., it was different than how he felt when Kratos talked about Faye.  

"I hope he'll tell me more someday."  He didn't want to make his father sad, or force him to relive his past if he didn't want to....., but he wanted to know more about his dad, so he could TALK to him, the way they'd finally started to be able to.

[wild-at-mind]

Maybe I will get top surgery purely to avoid dealing with mammogram appointments in whatever state the NHS is in by the time I reach the age to get them!!

[homosexual-fast-dancer]

Just want to tell you how much I adore you!! Mostly since I was so very nervous about being into shipping myself with my comfort characters and seeing how proudly you and a bunch of others do aswell made me realize it’s not a weird thing and— ahdjdjdjd thank you so much!! 🥹💞

I-I-I-I

I never thought once in my life that me being interested in characters and wanting to date them would have this kinda impact on someone else

Really I should be thanking you for making my day- no my entire week

Although please never be hesitant to self ship with a character you like, cause I assure you they are head-over-heels smitten for you too <3

[parasolids]

i am having a genuine core memory type of bad day today like serious SERIOUS things are going down and i missed a flight because genuine life changing events are happening and got put on standby for another which got delayed multiple times til i would’ve missed my connecting flight home and anyways it was overbooked so i didn’t make it on, and then now five hours after they left me at the airport im finally heading home and i was like “well at least i can eat the fries i bought that i didn’t get to eat yesterday” but my useless cousin who has not only been completely useless through this weeks long ordeal but has also been making things worse stepped in and ate the whole giant box of fries cause he “thought we were leaving” even though my mom clearly left half her stuff behind at the house and told him we did not make our flight so she was going to stay in town and try and get me home and also this whole situation (except for the fries) is straight up my fault cause i didn’t wanna get out of bed for 20 minutes when we woke up and like normally this would be fine especially since i went to bed at 2 am packing suitcases and then had to wake up at 7 and also slept super poorly anyways but i still have no self discipline and everything has gone wrong because of that

[kavehater]

I just get it when ppl be like EDs are so competitive cause the whole reason I started falling into that rabbit hole last year was cause it was triggered by someone telling me how skinny they were and my perfectionist, cant stand not being the winner, self decided there is no way ur gonna be skinnier than me and stopped eating ☠️👍

[thegenderfluidace]

Oh my gosh someone needs to remove my very being from my body cause right now it is my personal flesh prison hell, my senses are so outta wack rn I am going to commit a crime everything is awful, someone needs to do it before I peel all my skin off in a desperate attempt to do so

[foldingfittedsheets]

I’ve been fired exactly once in my life. In my early twenties I was working at a pizza place. The pizzas were artisanal, thin crust and personal. They’re a huge chain now but when I first started the company was in its infancy. It was the wild west of management, and the core investors would frequently stop by to check on things. One of these people was this round little man with rage issues. A knock off Danny Devito with no charisma at all.

His favorite thing to do was to come in on a Friday or Saturday night. We'd be at our stations: taking orders, making pizza, manning the oven, finishing orders off, running the cash register. He'd shove his way onto the line and start rearranging people. "You, get off orders and work the cash register, you come over and make the pizzas!" With a line of customers snaking out the door he'd throw off all our grooves and rattle us.

Then, inevitably, a mistake would happen.

When it did he'd call the person over and say, "Hey c'mere. You're fired." Just like that. No inflection, just a flat "You're fired." It was absolutely a power kink, and because of his involvement the average turn over was three months. You were a veteran at five months.

One night there was only three of us manning the front. I took an order than went to the cash register to ring them out before I made the pizza. This horrible man watched that then called me into the back. I didn't know if I was about to be fired. But I wasn't. In fact, he had one other move besides firing people. He yelled.

In the back he absolutely lost his mind screaming at me for being on the cash register. I'm talking veins popping, spit flying, red with rage, this man just started bellowing nonsensically about where I should be and how I was just such a failure. It was truly like his brain had shut off, nothing he was saying even made sense. I stood there in the face of this tirade for a minute and then set a record for being the first person to ever cut him short by bursting into tears.

He instantly stopped yelling and it was like Jekyll and Hyde. He was remorseful and consoling, deeply embarrassed by my display of emotion. All my male coworkers just took the abuse but faced with my weeping he about faced and instantly backed off. I went outside to cry and when I came back in he pretended it had never happened.

That was the state of things. The investors knew they desperately needed to keep this man out of the stores, but they couldn't just give him the boot. They needed to move him aside and fill his position with someone. The store manager was this lovely woman who had hired me on the spot at my interview. The entire staff adored her. She was the best fit to get this roided out investor out of the stores for good.

Her replacement was this man called Anthony. He was instantly loathed by the entire staff. Condescending, critical, and lazy he started off his reign by letting go a core lead who "back talked." He spent a whole morning berating the opening crew because the closing crew (who had sold 100 more pizzas than we were even supposed to have on hand) had forgotten to windex the doors. He left the entire crew to close without him while he flirted with a girl who wasn't his pregnant girlfriend. He hired his roommate to replace the lead he fired and even that guy hated his guts.

Our antipathy toward him made him paranoid and resentful and one by one he started finding excuses to fire the whole staff, certain that if he could clean house he'd be able to do the job. My time came, and he sat me down with his boss, my former manager. She cried as he announced I wasn't personable enough and used too many pepperonis.

I looked at her, the woman who had trained me on how many pepperoni to use, but she said nothing. What could she say? He was the boss now and had determined I was going to be let go regardless. Too many in this case was seven. Seven pepperonis on a personal pizza. The correct number was five according to him, which is one pepperoni per slice, and one in the middle.

I sat there for a moment, taking it in. I smiled at my old manager, obviously miserable. I looked back at him and said, "You're a terrible manager, you're doing the worst imaginable job." I outlined some of the things he'd done so she could hear them, then I stood up and left. I made it to the back room before I started crying.

I found out later through a bus boy that he replaced the whole staff with college kids who had such limited availability that the store couldn't run, then quit three months later leaving the whole place in shambles. Most of the old staff returned, but I'd moved onto the sex shop already and was enjoying a job with significantly less risk of being fired on a whim.

However I do have to disclose on job applications if I've ever been fired. I always says yes and list the reason as, "Excessive use of pepperoni." It has never failed to get a laugh from my interviewer.