#(vaguely but still)

[the-kingshound]

Don't know why I was genuinely shocked to see Osia is homophobic when she's always been a blatant asshole. Proves to me that your writings so good I forgot homophobia existed for a bit!

Ah, that is such a compliment <3

There are still some types of discriminations in TKH. For example, Urien is not homophobic and in fact a lesbian, but she looks down on everyone who is of non noble birth. Some people in Camelot don't like french (they come here to steal our work and all that)...

[astro-b-o-y-d]

Awake at 2am, but full of some wonderful feelings about the spoilers I've seen regarding TBOB so far (vague talk but I'll still put a readmore anyway)

While obviously not everything has 100% lined up with Triangulum (both published and unpublished concepts), a LOT of how Bill is characterized and a LOT of general plot beats line up SO MUCH BETTER than I could’ve asked for!

I can't spoil some future stuff, but there's a lot of concepts in TBOB I could weave in SO easily. Also not to spoil my absolute FAVORITE spoiler so far.......but you'll know hopefully by tomorrow. And I CANNOT BELIEVE Alex threw me a bone in THAT regard, even if it's probably a joke or lie.

Overall, I'm........REALLY HAPPY so far. I feel so much more confident in my portrayal of Bill, and I cannot wait to read the book in its entirety while never doubting myself again.

Sure, there's a chance some stuff I gave planned might turn out noncanon after all. But I'm still happy anyway. And I cannot WAIT to bring you guys more Triangulum.

[kolak-magiia]

Word had spread like wildfire, and the chaos spread just as quickly. It was all the guardsmen and women could do to keep the unrest at bay, and any Blasphemies that appeared were dealt with quickly. For all Ishgard's faults, Xadai knew this situation would have been much worse had this happened a few years prior. Even so, Ishgard wasn't spared the chaos of the End of Days. Those who haven't fled the city waited anxiously in their homes, windows boarded up. After the initial outbreak of chaos, and days of fighting off these Blasphemies, things finally seemed to be calming down. For once, his patrol of the city seemed to be quiet, even though the anxiousness of the city still weighed heavy in the air.

The moment of quiet allowed for him to relax - and without monstrosities prowling the streets, Xadai felt the pain of every untended wound creep up on him. Hand on his bruised ribs, the usually tall figure staggered to a halt, tired breath leaving a cloud of steam in its wake in the frigid night air.

A curse followed the breath, soft yet angry. He had allowed himself a moment to rest, to think, and now all he could focus on was the hurt. The searing pain in his side with every breath he took, the way his legs and arms ached from near-constant battle, the way he felt like he would drop at any given moment.

And still, he was to stubborn to stop. He could rest when this was over, or when he was dead...

[quinnlistspeaks]

Just remembered something about me getting into Arcane that is going to make me lose my mind. In a good way. How. I have 2 kins from Arcane: Viktor and Silco. The literal day after I started watching Arcane, I read a really great fic where Silco is cursed to go through a time loop until he accomplishes the right sequence of events for peace in Zaun, seeing possibility after possibility. It's really angsty. It gutted me. Little details about it stuck in my head for ages. This was the first piece of fanwork I consumed for this fandom and I couldn't figure out why it hit so hard. (Stares off into space for a long moment thinking about "In all timelines, in all possibilities, only you can show me this.") ...Hmm.

[heir-of-the-chair]

TERRY!

[jmej]

so apparently euthyrox changed their formula, which is a bit worrying, considering that the last time a medication for the exact same thing did it, it caused problems for a lot of people.

at least they wrote it on the box this time??

[cutepastelstarsalior]

Self indulgent Mikey kin edit

[awesomeuchuu]

HI

THEM

/twin peaks spoilers

[interactivefictionramblings]

I kinda wish this was in TTS instead of ABH…

[bananonbinary]

also worth noting that "abusive" doesn't actually mean "irredeemable" either.

there's a lot of people that have done things in the past that were bad, because they weren't taught any better, or they were in an overall toxic situation where EVERYONE was shitty (like a cult), or they were just at an especially low point and hurt others for it.

you don't have to forgive them. you don't have to ever speak to them again. you can be angry with them until you die if you want.

but society cannot function if we don't allow them to move on. to change their behavior and fuck off somewhere else and build meaningful relationships without bothering you again. we need a path for people to change, or nothing ever will.

[butterflyscribbles]

Taking shifts❤️💙🧡

[batsyheere]

Bruce tries to adopt Ellie, who is immediately against it. She keeps throwing him off her trail and he keeps tracking her down. She's honestly concerned, and normally she would handle her problems by herself- but this is Batman.

So when Bruce gets a little too close and Ellie is just so tired... she calls for Danny.

"Mom!"

Cue college student, perpetually tired and overworked Danny "High King Phantom" Fenton appearing from the very shadows Batman normally does himself, seeing the situation and going off at this "clearly older man" chasing his daughter in the middle of the night.

Cue the most elaborate "stop trying to adopt my kid before I adopt yours" series of battles

[thesomewhatliterateaxolotl]

[ID: Digital redraw of a panel from Witch Hat Atelier. It uses detailed mauve lineart against a very pale peach background. It depicts Qifrey propping his elbows up on Coco's hospital bed. He smiles while wiping away tears. He says, "Next time, don't go throwing yourself into danger's way like that! Use magic to deflect it, o-okay?" /End ID]

i studied this panel like it was botticelli’s madonna all week like. y’all don’t understand. HE’S WEEPING…. MY BOY IS WEEPING. ;-;

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

real talk having the 2nd worst new years eve yet 🤢🤢🤢 (throat infection, twisted neck, banged-about-foot, ego AND the rest o' me all bruised like misjuggled peaches 🍑🍑🍑)

im bent outa shape and suspectin the universe owes me 8 buck if anyone wannsa chip in

[kissingwookiees]

SOLAS in DRAGON AGE: THE VEILGUARD

[tojisun]

i want simon to love you so strongly, he doesn't even know what exactly it is he's feeling.

it is so intense, he cannot even sleep nor eat nor sit in silence anymore. you plague his thoughts day in and day out, filling every second of his day with this vitriolic turmoil.

the first time he realized it was not a passing feeling, simon felt the desire to...lash out, somehow. to get angry. to come to you and snarl questions—what have you done to me?—because he knows that this wouldn't have happened if he never met you. if your paths just never crossed.

if simon was just never interested.

he should have known, then, that his fleeting interest would turn into something bigger than he is, twisting into something that he cannot manage because simon has always been quick to get addicted to many things—ferocious in his hunger, gums twitching with need.

simon still does not know how to take everything in moderation so he’s turned to snuffing out his desires; to containing them until they sit there, buried underneath his ribs and flesh.

but this one with you cannot be buried. it cannot be ignored. it grows every single day, swelling with fangs and tearing into his veins—he bleeds for you, every morning that he climbs from the depths of his raging restlessness—until he is left feeling lost. untethered.

so tell him: what have you done to him?

(the words do not even get to fully leave his mouth, not with his emotions bubbling into strings that pull at him.

next thing he knows is that he has pushed you against the wall, and claimed your lips in a feverish kiss.

simon devours the sounds you make—every hiccupped breath, every gasped out mewl, every stutter of his name. he devours it all because it is all he can gulp from you for now; the sweetness of your passion weaves with his own, and he is dizzy with his affections.

you don't tell him to stop, instead, you beg him for more; crystals of your tears cling to your lashes, and simon is in awe of how much softer you are compared to him. how tender you truly are, all putty in his arms, sniffling with your uncontainable pleasure. with your own raging feelings.

simon feels seen, like this with you. he feels understood.)