#AS I SHOUD

[poisonedfate]

bbc merlin - 04x05 His Father's Son

[poltergeistpanda]

The lines are still on his face, an elegant pattern in blue, illuminating his face, his eyes, his hair a mess from the fabric shoved haphazardly over his head. Wolfwood wants to laugh at him, but Vash looks frantic now, when he sees his reflection in the undertaker‘s glasses, he keeps grabbing at his cheeks, trying to hide himself behind his hands and Wolfwood catches a glimpse of glowing skin on his wrist when his sleeves ride up on his arms. They are all over his body, fuck. „Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…“ Vash topples onto the bed and just… folds into himself, hands clasped over his face and voice miserable, the cussing a continuous stream falling from his lips. There is panic in his voice, a trembling sound, too close to tears, powerfully overwhelming, breathless. He keeps making these tiny little hiccups, gasps that leave the other man in the room helpless.

Or: The aftermath of the Sandsteamer incident leaves all of them in a state, most of all Vash and in the end, it's up to Wolfwood to pick up the pieces.

[sukunasteeth]

Sukuna Dyes His Hair

You were just teasing him.

"Pink like a petite little rose."

"Shut it."

They were just play-fighting words. Part of an attempt to poke the bear that never seemed to bite at you.

"Pink like a sweet strawberry."

"Strawberries are red."

Sukuna had had you in his lap, lazy with a long day of work weighing on his bones. He watched you dote on him with a tired smile, too exhausted to mind your fingers lovingly brushing at tufts of his hair. Usually he'd swat at a touch as careful as the one you were giving him, but there were moments, like this one, where he seemed to soak up your tenderness.

"Pink like a baby kitten's nose." You cooed.

"Jesus." He groaned, rolling his eyes. 

Maybe it was the ending boop to his own nose that made him finally snatch you up and tackle you to the mattress.

Maybe that's why one day later, you're staring at him standing outside of a restaurant, leaning against his motorcycle with stark black hair.

He's grinning at you, knowing that he's won the little game as he always does, with overkill.

It was a promised date night, one you had been planning for a few weeks now. Sukuna never had the same days off that you did, but the stars happened to align for you to go out to dinner together and you leapt at his invitation.

After he spots you from across the parking lot, Sukuna stubs his cigarette beneath his boot and starts over to you. You can tell in the way his eyes devilishly glimmer that he's excited to see your expression. 

You're in too much shock not to give him exactly what he wants.

"Hi~" He purrs when he nears you, reaching a hand out for one of your own. You offer it subconsciously, moving automatically since your brain seemed to be sputtering. His rings are cold against your fingers, but even their icy bite is not enough to stir you back to the present. He tugs you into his embrace, looping an arm around your lower waist and pressing you into him. He’s warm despite the chill on his fingertips. When he's got you secured to him, he tilts his head at you, waiting for your response.

"Hi." You whisper, blinking up at him.

You know he thinks you're going to hate it. You know he thinks you're going to give him a pout- tell him how heartbroken you are to see his natural hair go. That was undoubtedly the punchline of his stupid joke. You've told him numerous times how much you loved his hair and every part of him that made him Sukuna... So why is your mouth suddenly watering?

“What d'ya think?” He runs his fingers through it, showing it off to you as if your eyes aren’t already glued to the newly darkened locks. 

It suits him just as well as his natural hair color does, but the black brings out the deep, rich color of his eyes and makes prominent the tattoos framing his face. People always tell you that Sukuna’s stare intimidated them, and you never felt it yourself until then. 

You swallow past your heartbeat, which you can suddenly feel in your throat. Sukuna notices, and his mischievous grin turns wolfish.

"Oh, you like it. Don't you?" He murmurs. Reaching up, he presses your slightly agape mouth closed so that he can place a chaste kiss to your shell-shocked lips. The smell of tobacco and expensive cologne has you in an even more intoxicated daze, rendering you boneless in his hold. His next words are a heated whisper, for your ears only.

"I usually only manage to take the words out of your mouth when you're strapped to my bed. This gotcha that good, little doe?" 

[maxdibert]

If James bullied Severus because the latter knew a lot or liked dark magic, then why didn’t he also target the wealthy pure-bloods from important families? Instead, he conveniently chose a poor half-blood boy with no financial resources or family support as the main target of his taunts and abuse.

James hated dark magic, but rather than torment all the future dark wizards who were already showing signs of what they would become, he decided to go after someone who couldn’t defend himself socially or economically. James didn’t go after the boys with money and strong family support because he knew that would have consequences. Bullying someone with present, well-resourced, and influential parents could cause him problems. With Severus, he didn’t have to worry. He was a nobody. Just a poor half-Muggle kid who couldn’t even afford decent clothes. He was the easy prey, and that’s basic bully behavior: you go after the person you perceive as the most vulnerable. The dark magic excuse is just that—an excuse. James targeted Severus because his social and economic position allowed it, while Severus’ situation made it so there were no consequences for James’ actions.

[jkvjimin]

he is beauty, he is grace are you sure?! | episode 05

[shrimpyjackal]

YAY, Happy birthday, Eric Bauza!! I`m glad I finished it before 7th dec. ended

[5th day] ⬅ [You are here] ➡[10th day]

versoin w/o text↓

[pouletpourri]

the maddest spies around

[chipsyonok]

всё будет хорошо[но не у всех]

[mari-lair]

Quick question but would there be a “bad touch” equivalent in your sif is out au?

there is an equivalent 👍

[hurtingbuck]

i am so sorry for this

[eri-pl]

So I was thinking about the "Not the first" line (as you do)

and it occurred to me what Feanor must have been thinking.

He doesn't know Finwe is in any danger. He is in panic, the Valar want his Silmarils (as Melkor had said), the Trees are dead, allegedly killed by Melkor (yes, for Feanor it would be "allegedly"), Tulkas bullies him and then, when he explains why he cannot (in his opinion, but that's another thing) give up the Silmarils, Namo basically tells him:

You have slain your own mother by the very fact of your existence, you have no right to anything.

Because yes, that's how Feanor with all his trauma would probably understand this. And... we all know how this ended.

I don't think it's Namo's fault actually.

Namo is omniscient and has a hard time imagining how others think. He knows what happens. He doesn't know why people do things.

I suppose he thought he is clearly communicating to Feanor that Melkor killed Finwe (if you think this makes him really dumb: no. As a long-time GM and some-times writer I can tell you: the foreshadowing that seems blatant and enough is usually 3 times too small to give anyone any chance of guessing where the plot is going. It just looks widely different when you know.)

Also, being enigmatic and "style over clarity" is Namo's main character flaw as I see it.

So, as usually, everyone's at fault (mostly Melkor. As usually)

[dailykafka]

One of the weirdest things that happened to Kafka here is how he was assimilated into femcel bubble.

Repeat after me: Kafka is not #female rage #coquette #female hysteria #whatever it is that tries to define genuine human experiences of an individual as a solely female experiences (and by doing so completely erasing him in the process), thus alienating actual human beings of various backgrounds from each other and preventing true human connection and understanding between them. Kafka is not "for the girlies" he is for whoever feels the heavy burden of life (and isn't that everybody?)

This insistence that deep introspection of the self, feelings of helplessness and despair is somehow universally 'female' not only excludes women who do not relate to these experiences but also those who are not women and do experience them, yet are excluded on the basis of "aestheticized" suffering where one of the main components is that you have to be a woman.

Girls, stop trying to fit Kafka into your voyeuristic 'tortured female' aethetics. Because if the experience of being a woman is what makes it especially unique for you, there are other writers (women writers) who would be a better fit for you (and for your aethetics). But also, know that you aren't the only ones (as women) who feel the despair of this world, do not make this life lonelier than it already is.

[myneverendingemophase]

The arguments of one of the people defending Filbrick on Twitter are "great":

"The concept of a normal person varies according to the time, for the 50s/60s, a cold, serious man who punishes his children was normal, it is indeed curious that he was a good husband, he never wiped what Stan wrote in his chain, even after he kicked Stan out of the house. There are many about him that were left in the air. The cruelest thing Filbrick did in his time was to throw his son out of the house at 18 and not attend his funeral (for reasons we don't know)."

I don't even know what to say…

Alright, I took my sweet time to cool off and find a way to express my thoughts better

First, there is NO evidence that he was a good husband. Or a bad one. We do not have such information on how was his relationship with Ma Pines and basing your statement in discourse about canon characters on your headcanons is quite wrong I must say.

Second, the statement says that he didn’t wipe what Stan wrote on his chain ‘even after he kicked Stan out’. DING-DING-DING! Wrong again! We know that he didn’t do that immediately after discovering the writing, not what he did after kicking a child out.

And third. He still did harm to his child, even if it was ‘ok’ back then. The ‘okayness’ does not fucking matter. And the ‘okayness’ of his specific actions is questionable, because, well, I fucking doubt that making a child stand outside for two days with ‘Extra Stan, 3$ or better offer’ because of a bad grade OR kicking a child out was a regular absolutely normal punishment even for the 50s/60s :)

Everything else that I could have possibly said about this I said in my previous answer tbh. Anyway... Fuck Filbrick Pines, may the most abhorrent diarrhea be upon him.

P.s.: that twitter user ignored BOB lore drop of more shit that fuckface did to his kid and, well, his role in why Stan and Ford turned out like this, just great. I’m expressing my annoyance >:/

[deldotpng]

my favorite duo as my other favorite duo

I love em so much you don't understand

[maxdibert]

Imagine a guy spends 7 years of your life physically and mentally abusing you, making your life hell along with his 3 friends because he doesn’t have the guts to do it alone, and one day you find him dead, and people expect you to feel sorry for him?? Like, what world do these people live in? They should be thankful I didn’t kill him myself lol.

[l0lwhy]

Got obsessed with these miserable pou plushes a bit too much lately