#(sent by lis)

[time-woods]

so i finally watched good omens after years of putting it off. . .

this is how i cope with most things

[steamedlotusroot]

remember when swk tried to take li jing and nezha to court for gross negligence in jttw? good times

[zishuge]

when the horror drama is a comedy The Spirealm 致命游戏 (2024) | Eps. 26 + 27

[s-38-n]

As you can see, the readiest team to fix an astronomical problem (see what I did there? haha)

This is my submission for @legacywagonfanzine!!

[fearandhatred]

haha have you thought about the fact that decades or centuries from now when we're all dead and gone people could still possibly be thinking about good omens and writing about crowley and aziraphale living their lives in that time. doing exactly what we're doing now. and maybe they'll write about crowley and aziraphale living through the historical events we've lived through. have you thought about the fact that crowley and aziraphale will live on long after we're all gone

[babacontainsmultitudes]

I know. It's not the case but y'all I am cackling at the thought that the real reason Grant told Sparrow that their kids could no longer see each other was because of the messages Normal sent Lincoln about his feet I fucking can't I-

[utilitycaster]

I truly have no patience for "criticizing a creative choice is disrespectful" as a statement. If you can't tell the difference between sending hate or harassing creators/fans, vs. saying "I didn't like this and here's why" you are an idiot. And on the flip side if you're a creator and someone says "I didn't like this" without any sort of personal attacks or hate involved, simply on the basis of critique and personal preference, and that makes you feel bad enough to stop creating then maybe you should step back and either get offline or make room for someone who has an actual creative vision that isn't "I want everyone to like me."

[fumifooms]

GBDGDGDVGDVDGDVBDHDVDHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[nesperus]

patreon game night shitpost

[shantechni]

I have a love-hate relationship with this edit but I may as well share it here

[hyakunana]

Treasure Hunter Extraordinaire! ✨

[artiststarme]

Picking Sides

When Steve and Eddie inevitably break up, the kids take Steve’s side. They blame Eddie completely and exile him from the Party. All of the kids start excluding Eddie from Party gatherings, belittling him when they see him in public, and outright glaring at him whenever he’s in their sights. They do so against Steve’s wishes and see their actions as protecting a friend.

So, Eddie is left alone, friendless, jobless, and depressed. Without the Party, Eddie has no one. I mean, he has his Uncle Wayne but the guy works far too often to have to deal with his needy little nephew on top of everything else. But he continues on. He mourns the loss of his relationship with Steve, the happiness he felt with the Party, and the sense of belonging that was so fleeting it couldn’t have possibly been real. The breakup was amicable between the two but the fallout with everyone else is anything but.

The Party’s mistreatment of Eddie is actually what gets the two back together. They decide that the reason for their mutual split, having different goals for the future and not wanting to disappoint each other later on, isn’t worth the hassle it created or the misery they both felt.

So, after being broken up for approximately two weeks, Steve and Eddie get back together. But they don’t disclose this to the Party. Oh no, instead they mail them a postcard and a picture of the two of them kissing in front of the ocean. Upon closer inspection, the kids could make out Robin in the background eating an ice cream cone. When the three of them come back a week after they disappeared, it’s to grumbled congratulations for the two and shouted words of worry (from Hopper).

Guys, I am working on the angst prompts! As soon as I made up my mind to be productive, my lungs tried to kill me via asthma flare-up. But it is coming!

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[roseillith]

天浴 // XIU XIU: THE SENT-DOWN GIRL (1998) dir. JOAN CHEN

[laikaflash]

February SC Community Prompt

Quiet Ones

(Possible content warning for injuries at the beginning; not terribly graphic though.)

Li Long awoke to the sounds of footsteps and the steady tapping of a cane, then stretched his aching limbs. He rose from the futon and stepped into the warm sunlight that streamed through the lattice window. Slowly he began to peel the stained bandage off his right arm, revealing a raw, reddish slash. Too close, he knew. The blades and arrows of the daimyō’s guards came all too close to ending his mission. Long had strength enough to evade the ones that pursued him, but the archers had gotten in two lucky shots to his left side and leg. He ran toward the mountains until he staggered, breathless and bleeding down the lone dirt road, clutching his bladed nunchaku. Had the daughter of the nameshi shopkeeper not found him collapsed, he would have died a fool of an assassin, alone in enemy country.

Now he was tempted to retrieve his weapon from under his pillow and use the jutting blades at either end to cut the rest of his bandages. But, even as his hands trembled, he began to remove the bandage on his left arm. He could almost feel it burning again, as though he had been winged by an arrow. Finally, he would have to check his torso and left shoulder.

Long then turned at the soft footsteps behind him. A young woman in a yellow-red, lattice patterned kimono looked on in surprise, holding a steaming tea cup. A bundle of clean, undyed cloth was tucked into her red obi.

“Oh, good morning, Chie,” Long said.

With a shy smile, Chie drew closer and handed him the cup. The light brush of her slender fingers steadied his hand. How it stung him to remember that when he first woke up here, he had shrank from her touch as though it were poison. Not once had she shown any malice. Her manner was as patient and gentle as ever. He sipped slowly, savoring the tea. Her tea had always been good.

She seemed to glow in the light, with the soft sheen of her black hair and the bright daylily-color of her kimono. He thought that he might have imagined her cheeks blushing, but she quickly turned her head away. In a whisper, one word slipped from his mouth: “Beautiful.”

Chie looked at him from the corner of her eye, placing her hand over her mouth. Then she giggled to herself.

Long only knew Chie’s voice from her laughter, sometimes her sighs, and, on quiet evenings, a soft hum of a little melody. Even these little sounds had become lovely to him. “I meant it,” he said. “You really are beautiful.”

At the tapping of a bamboo cane, they both froze. Her father Hachibei stepped into the little room, with only a raised eyebrow to show for his mood. “I trust you’re feeling better, Li Long?” he asked flatly.

“Still sore,” Long answered. “Better than yesterday, though.”

Hachibei silently examined Long’s scabbed-over wounds. “You’re lucky indeed. By now, you might’ve been feverish from blood poisoning.”

Long could only nod. He had noticed a dark line on the cane, just below the second ridge from the top. Rumor had it in this country that some assassins hid blades in canes like that one. Why would an aging nameshi shopkeeper from some isolated mountain village even need one?

“And you, Chie,” Hachibei continued, turning to his daughter, “you’ve certainly done well in looking after him.”

Chie simply nodded.

Hachibei looked at the both of them, as though lost in thought. “I’ll be preparing breakfast if you need me. Li Long, you’re welcome to join us.” He then left for the kitchen.

Long heaved a sigh of relief. Hachibei had been courteous enough to let him stay and recuperate. He never asked him why he came to Japan, let alone this far inland. By the Emperor’s orders, he probably should not have gone that far—unless there was a chance that the Hero’s Sword was there.

Later that morning, Long joined Chie and Hachibei for breakfast. It was a simple meal of rice, as it usually was. All the while, he could not help but catch Chie stealing glances at him over her bowl. He knew he ought not to get attached to her, but as far as he was concerned, the Hero’s Sword could wait.

Hachibei gave him only one warning: “Be careful with my daughter, Li Long. She’s all I have left.”

Summer evenings quietly passed. Long tried to get himself back into fighting shape by practicing with his bladed nunchaku in a small clearing at some distance from the village. Chie followed him, only looking back after movements that even he did not hear. She had watched him swing the nunchaku over his head and all around, even shredding the leaves of a sapling. Just seeing her admiring gaze was enough to invigorate him.

But at night, the woods were so eerily quiet that he did not doubt Chie’s silent imploring to leave at sunset. There had been no sign of the daimyō’s soldiers since his escape, but Long’s instincts told him that the woods had to be crawling with bandits.

Some nights, when there had been no sound but wind, Chie squeezed his hand and stayed by him a little while longer. Long embraced her and let her rest her head in the crook of his neck.

“I’ll protect you, Chie,” he whispered as he stroked her hair. “I promise.” He then kissed her forehead.

She relaxed in his arms. For a moment, a guilty look crossed her face, then she leaned on him and gave an exhausted sigh. Whatever it was, Long could not shake the feeling that it was something that Hachibei had not told him about.

Chie let go of Long and stood up. She waited a moment as the wind died down and quiet prevailed. She briefly knelt down, then kissed him on the cheek.

“Good night,” he quickly whispered as she left. As he listened, the footfalls were softer, as was the tapping of the bamboo cane. Li Long knew that if he was going to live up to his promise, he needed to be at full strength.

[meatpresident]

made the sly geopet real

(i just made my account like yesterday and im broke lolz, so no fancy accessories for now...)

[dmc-questions-anon]

Dante: What was it the old lady said? Was it "Don't talk to Rock for years and only do so once"? Yeah, that sounds about right.