#And your enemies closer

[dragonloreranger]

🎶cuz the end always justifies the means🎶

🎶everything's changed since Polites so-🎶

Wait

Just

A

Darn

Minute.

THEY DID NOT JUST SAY THAT

HOW DARE THEY

AFTER ALL THAT MAN HAS DONE FOR THEM

AFTER ALL THAT MAN HAS LOST AND SUFFERED

HE HAS DONE SO MUCH FOR HIS CREW

AND THEIR JUST GONNA SAY THAT AND IPEN THE BAG?!

...

🎶So keep your friends close and your enemies closer😃🎶

[miss-moradas-art]

Aeolus gives hella enby vibes

[blueeyeddarkknight]

Happy 99th birthday anniversary to the godfather of cinema Marlon Brando 🎉🎂

Speaking about working with Brando, Kilmer said:

“Brando was everything you want the major icon in your world to be, a genius and a gentleman. I was getting divorced at the time and he was so gracious about offering me time and considered thought. He offered to call my ex on behalf of the children.

“He was one of the funniest men on earth. I still laugh out loud about some of the things he said and did. I mean he literally wore a salad bowl over his head.

Here's Val's hilarious Brando impression 😂🙌 (from inside the actors studio interview)

David Hudson teaches Marlon Brando and Val Kilmer how to play the didgeridoo at the Island of Dr. Moreau wrap party at Tanks Arts Centre in Cairns.

[watchingbehindtheeyes]

[emeraldspencer]

Sounds like somepony I know, but I just can't put my hoof on it...

@princessheatherblossom

i finished reading your story and i must say that, while it's alright, there's so many plot holes because the characters made irrational decisions and didn't think logically 100% of the time. consider fixing this next time please

[legally-killable-sparrow]

Odysseus is awake for nine days, right, and probably a very short nap

So basically I’m hearing that when Poseidon jogs up and gets all in their faces, Odysseus is almost definitely seeing the Hat Man do a little shimmy and the Charleston right on deck also

[maomango-doodle]

"And I hope you die, I hope we both die."

(Lyrics : No children by The Mountain Goats)

[lovesickeros]

popping in randomly after almost an entire month just to talk non stop about the tsaritsa again everyone sit down.

specifically just thinking about the implications of tsaritsa's ideals originally being about love + the abandonment of those ideals to complete her goal of, presumably, destroying Celestia or whatever she's cooking up. to the point even her people don't love her and I probably don't even remember a time her ideals were of love. now it's all just ice and snow and cold.

which makes romantic fics w her even funnier because she's purposely removed this part of herself and suddenly reader walks into teyvat like they own the place (they do) and I can only imagine her reaction. angry, probably. because why you? what are you doing to her that's caused her hundreds of years of strict adherence to rejecting "love" both from others and to others to just. collapse. absolute shattering of her world and you probably don't even know it bc if nothing else she's good at hiding it. a lot of denial. tries to pick you apart and see what's makes you so different.

and oh she just hates it. she loathes it.

basically one sided enemies to lover trope because she can't stand you for a while but if you stick around she starts warming up to you and it makes it WORSE. so much worse. tries to distance herself but your just everywhere and it gets on her nerves because why does she love you? she isn't capable of love, not anymore. she thought she was.

g-d forbid one of the harbingers or PIERRO notices she'd never live it down. might even consider the implications of just killing you (she doesnt). worse if you know about it and act like a brat she will lose her damn mind

just the tsaritsa being an absolutely horrible mess internally.

[abiiors]

on the road // george daniel x oc

valentine's week - day 5: lovers' quarrel

a/n: this is a bit shit but i wanted to resurrect george and cleo and give them a valentine's day because i miss them. also because i need motivation to finish the series cw: nothing much, just a bit of crying wc: 3k

if someone had told cleo a year ago that she’d be spending valentine's day with george daniel, with her boyfriend george daniel, she would have cackled until her stomach hurt. she would have called them insane for even thinking such a thing and moved on with her life. 

but the night before the big day, cleo sighs into her pillow and turns to glare at her empty bed, and by extension her empty apartment. 

turns out she actually isn’t spending valentines day with her boyfriend—not in the way she wants to, at least. 

she picks at a hangnail and hmms noncommittal to whatever matty’s just said on the phone. 

“are you listening to me?” matty asks, and she can practically imagine him snapping his fingers at her. “i said george is picking you up tomorrow. 8 am.”

cleo gapes and sits up in her bed. “no he’s not!”

there’s a silence on the other end of the line, some static. “uhhh… yes he is,” matty says, confusion clear in his voice. “i just confirmed that with him.”

“no, i meant… he doesn’t have to. i’ll take the train.” she chews on the pad of her thumb, waiting to see how matty would react to this. predictably, there’s some shuffle on the line. then the background noise dims before matty speaks again. 

“cleo,” he begins, exasperation clear in his voice. “have you fought again?”

her first instinct is to be defensive. what does he mean again?! it’s not like they fight a lot! sure they bicker maybe, sure they bicker a bit more than a regular couple whatever that means but they don’t fight. well…

apart from a few days ago. and she’s still dealing with the fallout from that. 

“you did, didn’t you?” matty sighs. “no wonder george was so short with me.”

“it’s just a spat,” cleo mumbles and massages her temples. “‘s fine, matty. i’ll take a train tomorrow. he doesn’t need to go out of his way.”

she expects him to argue back, to insist that george should pick her up as planned. instead he just hums. 

“sure,” matty drawls. “if you’ve got 160 quid to throw away, be my guest.”

cleo almost chokes on air then, her eyes wide as saucers. “fuck off!” 

but matty only laughs at her. “it’s either that or a road trip with george. you pick.”

and then the little shit hangs up, leaving her to fume in silence. 

cleo curses at her empty room, at the any and every train operator she can think of. she even plops herself back on the bed to dramatically check for train tickets only to discover that matty absolutely wasn’t lying. once the annoyance drains away, though, her eyes sting with unshed tears. her throat feels tight. 

she really misses george, so much so that she doesn’t even want to sleep in the empty bed anymore. but she settles for hugging the other pillow tightly and closing her eyes. 

cleo promises herself that she’ll talk it out with him tomorrow. she has to. there’s no way she’s going to be stuck with him in a car for six hours while they both fume silently in their respective seats and not talk for the entire duration of it.

george is there 8 am just like matty said. cleo looks at him through the window of her apartment, curtains half drawn so she could sneakily ogle at him and gauge his mood. to her annoyance, his face is absolutely blank. 

not that that’s the first thing she sees of course. 

he’s in a plain white t-shirt that fits him perfectly—it’s just the right amount of loose on him, the sleeves cut off at the perfect point on his arms and the sun reflects on his stupidly gorgeous hair making them shine. to cleo’s utter annoyance, he looks fucking hot. just like he always has. 

on top of that, he’s leaning against the car, a cigarette dangling between his lips so carelessly, every time he holds it between his fingers, the rings on his hand glint and her mind flashes with all the times she’s spent obsessed over those fingers, all the times they’ve made her feel maddeningly amazing. over and over again. 

he takes his phone out to type something and two seconds later her phone buzzes. 

something warm spreads through her chest—sure, they’re mad at each other but at least he’s texting her. at least, there’s some form of communication. 

she runs to look at her phone and it’s like a bucket of cold water’s  just doused the warmth in her chest. it’s not a text from george, it’s a text from matty – he’s waiting downstairs. where are you?

then a moment later – pls don’t make me your messenger pigeon

she stomps like a child and staches the phone in her back pocket. then, just to be annoying, she takes extra two minutes to perfectly apply her lipgloss—let him wait. she’s not in the mood to be nice to him anymore. no matter how good he looks. 

by the time cleo gets to the car, it’s already ten past eight. his eyes widen just a smidge when he sees but he quickly schools his face into a neutral expression and flicks the cigarette butt away. then he stomps on it a couple times and turns, about to go to the driver-side door, leaving cleo to gape at the back of his head. 

he’s never, never let her open the door even once since they got together. not even a single time. but this time he simply slides into his seat and taps impatiently on the steering wheel without saying a word. 

cleo yanks the car door open and slams it shut once she’s inside, she even clicks her seatbelt in place with a scoff and then resolutely turns to the window, turning her face away from him as much as possible. 

by the time they’re out of her neighbourhood and onto the freeway, she can feel his burning stare at the back of her head, so much so that she can’t help but turn around slightly and take a peak at him from the corner of her eye. a muscle feathers in his jaw when someone honks at them and george mutters a low curse under his breath. 

it’s the first time she’s hearing him speak today, and even this isn’t directed at her. the realisation makes her throat feel tight but she refuses to cry any more about the fight than she already has. and so cleo stares straight ahead, vowing not to be the first one to break the silence. 

“coffee?”

cleo startles when george speaks out of nowhere. they haven’t been driving for that long, only about an hour judging by the time blinking on the car’s radio but the tension in the vehicle is thick enough to cut with a knife. 

he looks at her briefly and then points to a costa on the side of the road. cleo nods and waits for him to park the car. 

“i’ll get it for you,” he mumbles just as she’s about the exit the car and flees before she can make a single noise of protest. 

cleo just sits there, absolutely stunned. 

is this what it’s going to be like for the next six hours? tense silences and george running out on her whenever he has the chance to? bitterly, she thinks about how he can’t even stomach spending any more time with her than absolutely necessary. sighing, cleo closes her eyes and gathers her knees to her chest.

“i just… i don’t get you!” george almost yells, exasperation coating every syllable. they’ve been at it for thirty minutes now. ever since since they got back to her apartment from fucking ikea of all places. 

every since george mentioned “their” home and cleo shut down on him. 

“what’s not to get?” cleo yells back. she can’t even bring herself to stand up and fight, she just sits in the corner of the sofa, a throw blanket on her lap almost like a shield. her hair’s a mess from running her hands through it so many times but her scrunchie is around george’s wrist and the middle of a fight is not the time to ask for it. 

“cleo…” he tiredly rubs his face and her heart cracks just a little. “we’ve been together for four months. it’s been amazing. hasn’t it been amazing for you?”

she just nods, not trusting her voice enough to speak. 

“an we’ve lived together before!” his voice cracks. 

“that was different! we were roommates. not– not—”

“oh you can’t even say it now?”

he completely stops pacing then and stares at her intently. cleo tries not to curl into herself under the sudden attention, she tries not to let the anxious ball in her stomach get the best of her. she tries not to be such a bad girlfriend. 

but one look at george and she knows she’s doing a pretty shit job of it. her heart breaks at how upset he looks but cleo can’t bring herself to say the words he really wants to hear. 

“so it’s a no then,” he sighs, “you don’t want us moving in together.”

the weight of his hope settles on her chest, almost suffocating her and george’s shoulders slump. 

“okay,” he says quietly and picks up his car keys. 

cleo doesn’t move when she hears the front door shut softly or when his car comes to life and drives away. she just fidgets with the blanket and wallows in self pity. she could have said yes so easily. 

but cleo’s scared of how much she likes him—maybe even how much she loves him at this point. she’s scared of going all in so soon after how it ended up for her the last time. she’s scared of letting him see the cracks in her armour. 

she wants to make a decision so badly! but her heart wants to give in and her brain reminds her of the last time and cleo can only sit there miserably on her sofa and not come to a decision at all. 

“cleo?” his voice makes her head snap up and she blinks against the sudden brightness. “did you fall asleep?” 

she’s about to say something but her throat feels clogged and her eyes sting. quickly, she averts her eyes from him and takes the coffee cup from him. george lingers by the door, almost like he wants to say something but then he shuts it gently and goes back to the driver's seat. the whole time she says nothing, not for lack of trying. but she knows the moment she opens her mouth the dam is going to burst and everything’s going to come out and she definitely can’t stand another fight within the first hour of a six hour roadtrip.

so she shuts up and takes a gulp of her coffee, hissing when she scalds her tongue. 

“you okay?” george asks, then inhales like he’s about to say something more but cleo quickly hums and turns to her window once again. 

with a pang in her chest she realises it’s a caramel latte with extra drizzle of caramel, her favourite. even in the middle of a fight, he’s remembered her favourite. 

she chokes out a quick “yeah” and takes another sip of her coffee. it’s so sweet, she knows george would make a face instantly if he had a sip of it. she wants to see him make that face now—his nose all scrunched up, his mouth twisted in a grimace. and then she wants to kiss the grimace away. 

quietly, george slides his hand into hers over the gear stick. and that’s the thing that finally breaks her. big fat tears roll down her cheeks like she’s a cartoon character and she can’t fucking stop sniffling like a child. 

“oh baby,” he whispers softly and cleo just cries harder. she’s already made a mess of everything, she can’t stomach his kindness on top of the guilt. but he’s having none of it. 

george takes the cup from her hands and puts it in the cupholder. then unclicks her seatbelt, slides his seat back and, as if she weighs absolutely nothing, he pulls her from her seat and onto his lap. his hold around her is so gentle, it makes cleo cry harder. 

“i’ve messed up everything,” she wails and buries her face in his chest. his t-shirt is so soft (she makes a mental note to steal it later) and fuck, he smells so good too. everything about him is familiar and nice and he’s just… he’s her george. but then his hand wraps around the nape of her neck and she remembers his sad face from a few days ago. 

she remembers his quiet “okay”

“you haven’t, love—”

“no i have!” she states adamantly, “i made you sad.”

he holds her even tighter then, his fingers gently stroking the back of her head but he doesn’t say anything. at any other time she would have huffed and bickered with him about using her own tactic against her, about staying silent until she feels the overwhelming urge to fill it. 

“can i ask you something?” george asks and she lifts her head up to look at him properly. up close, cleo realises how tired he looks. there are circles under his eyes, and she could easily attribute them to late night studio sessions but she has a sneaking suspicion she’s the reason behind them. 

she can so clearly imagine him too, tossing and turning in his bed, waking up from a half-sleep only to find her not there, not spending the night with him just like she does at least five times a week. 

“yeah,” she chokes out again. 

“do you really not want us to live together?”

“that’s not—” her throat closes up again and she swallows forcefully, “i didn’t mean— it’s just—”

“okay deep breaths,” he encourages and starts rubbing small circles on her hip. the pad of his thumb is rough and scratchy, it creates just the perfect kind of friction against her skin that keeps her grounded. and cleo does as she’s asked. 

when she feels sufficiently calm, she tries again. “it’s really scary,” she starts and looks at him again to try and gague his reaction, but george just presses a kiss to her temple and encourages her to go on. “the last time i let someone in so quickly, it didn’t… it didn’t end well.”

“i’m not him,” his jaw ticks for a moment but he swallows again and gives her another little kiss. 

“i know you aren’t. you could never be.”

“so then…why?”

it takes cleo a minute to mull it over in her head. he’s right to ask that question. he’s right because she has absolutely no answer for it. 

“i don’t know,” she mumbles quietly and looks down in shame. they stay like that for a minute. no one moves, no one speaks, but cleo feels his desperation. she knows he wants it so bad. fuck! she wants it so bad—

“a drawer,” she says. “i’ll clear out a drawer. and we can work up from there? please?”

for thirty whole seconds he says absolutely nothing and cleo’s brain conjures up horrible scenarios—he’s going to flinch away from her and tell her to get out of his car. he’s going to call her something hurtful and abandon her in a fucking costa car park an hour away from home. he’s—

george snorts. “did you just suggest exposure therapy?”

cleo blinks at him in surprise. for a beat they both stay silent, and then just like that cleo cracks up, george following suit. two seconds later they’re giggling like teenagers. a couple more tears leak from her eyes but this time she knows it’s not tears of sadness. she’s laughing too hard for that. 

“you’re a fucking idiot,” george flicks her nose and she kisses him. it's their first kiss in the last few days and if she could melt, right here in his lap, she would. she would be an absolute puddle right here but george holds her together and kisses her back so deeply that her head spins. she kisses him with equal ferocity and in that moment none of it matters, not their fight, not this stupid roadtrip, not even her fears. in this moment he’s the only one that matters. 

“but you’re my idiot,” he whispers on her lips once they pull back just enough to breathe. cleo is breathless and blushing. she hasn’t been kissed like this in, well…days, and she kind of hates the fact that they’re in public. 

“i am,” she nods and hugs him tightly. “sorry for being such a loser,” she mumbles into the crook of his neck and feels him nod sagely. 

“‘s alright. not everyone can be as perfect as me.”

“fuck off, george!” she pokes him in the sides, “or i’ll—”

“or you’ll what, huh?” he pokes her right back, “revoke my drawer privileges?”

“too soon!” she whines but they’re giggling once again, kissing each other like they’d die if they don’t make up for the last few days. 

“we’re going to be so late,” she mumbles once they’ve stopped kissing. “matty’s going to yell at us, i hope you know.” 

george just shrugs and looks at her like she’s the best thing he’s ever seen. it makes cleo’s chest ache, it makes her whole body tingle. 

“i’m going to give you the best drawer in my apartment,” she promises. 

“yeah?” he smiles at her and kisses her forehead again. it’s so tender that she almost cries again but george tickles under her chin. silently cleo makes a promise to herself—she’s going to get over this silly fear. she’s going to be the girlfriend he deserves. and most importantly, she’s never going to make him sad again. he’s far too precious for that.

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[heretherebedork]

Why do you want to be a hater? Just block the tags, don’t watch the show, focus on the shows you do enjoy

Because if I'm going to criticize and discuss what I do and don't like in BL I have to watch it to know.

I don't tag my posts with the show or any fandom terms and, in fact, use a very specific set of easily blocked tags to insure that no one has to see the posts I make about the shows I don't enjoy.

But I get asked my issues with MAME and Jitttirain and other types of BL and I can't answer if I'm not up to date on what they're writing/showing/doing.

Anyway, have a great day enjoying media your way and feel free to block the tags: no tags here, criticism, negative and jittirain criticism

They are all good tags to have blocked if you don't wanna see it.

But I watch the shows I don't enjoy so I can fully understand what I don't enjoy, why I don't enjoy it, what parts I could improve and what parts I do enjoy in the end.

If I were a true hater, I'd be tagging my posts. But I'm not and I don't tag anything negative that isn't also written with love.

I will say this as many times as I need to, honestly.

And I will keep watching and keep posting and it's okay if you don't like it. I work hard to keep my criticism very specifically contained and I know that there are people who are very happy to see other people having issues with media. I know I'm happy to see other people criticizing media when it seems like all I see is praise for something I don't understand the hype!

[childrenofcain-if]

2/2

If this is related to House of Styx, why not just magic? If not, how did it pass by the House of Styx? Was it even House of Styx? House of Styx is definitely about life and death at least in part, I think you've said as much somewhere about dead spirits. Not to mention the whole Persephone letter thing going on (oh yes, queen of the underworld, where the souls of the dead go? Hmmmm...House of Styx, like the river of souls? Obvious, but yeah.)

(Also, Elias knows SO MUCH MORE than he's saying, or more like he maybe knows more, but I wouldn't be suprised. If he knows this stuff, why is he even letting mc go if he does? Would this just be him wanting his wife and their mother back in a way, or at least being able to communicate with her?)

But A is able to communicate with mc post mortem(?) <- (if they're dead and not just thinking they are). Similar interests from A's circumstance and House of Styx?

I might be making a mountain out of a molehill here, but that stuck out to me when I was reading over the asks.

It's like a protag confronting the main antagonist(s) of the horror story on the phone about a horrific scene the protag is staring at. The antagonist(s) ask for a description, which the protag angerly gives. The antagonist(s) pause and say

"...That wasn't me/us."

It's unsettling, like there being an entirely independent horror from from main horror going on. It's like "Oh shit, something else is going on here."

^The last two(three) paragraphs only apply if it is something entirely unrelated to the House of Styx, the behind the scenes stuff or the dark magic.

(Ps. For what the mc is about to go through, I would NOT want to be them.)

2/2

you’re whittling uncomfortably close to the truth, dear bonnie. truth is that the house of styx isn’t exactly good or evil, they simply are just a bipartisan chess piece who’s keeping things in order so earth doesn’t tumble into chaos. over the years, they have been corrupted and are known for using less than savoury methods for those who oppose their rules, or worse, oppose them.

i saw an ask once where somebody asked if MC will kill somebody, and to that i say, how do you know if they haven’t already? the concept of life and death is the ever-present themes when it comes to all of yale’s secret societies. but why would the house of styx—practically the ringleader keeping every societies in line—want something from MC?

A’s existence is an enigma to whoever knows about glamour and magic. they weren’t part of the house, nor knew anything about the existence of the arcane. but if someone from the house was responsible for their existence, why?

[paynomindtotheinsanity]

Chapter 13: Foxhole

[olivsie]

I said to keep the bag closed, but you weren't compliant.

[seysei]

Oh. My. God. (SPOILERS)

Tell me why I'm not surprised. I mean after knowing that Kiriko went to lily for counselling, I already suspected him to be 'that' person that Mikuni was talking about.

Really because he was in the perfect position to manipulate her. Which we are being told here by the way.

We all knew that tsubaki's escape was NO coincidence due to previous chapters and that Kiriko was used to cover it up, but that is just so sad now that it's been confirmed.

Do you know how much my heart is breaking for that woman?

Google translate didn't help me much in this chapter but PLEASE, do NOT tell me Mikuni was in on it. PLEASE tell me he is only pretending, so he can later on execute a perfect plan for the downfall of the people that toyed with his mother. PLEASE.

IT WAS SAID THAT YOU WOULD DESTROY THE SITH, NOT JOIN THEM-.

[thetorturedlovergirl]

The first time I read Crooked Kingdom I really believed that Matthias didn't die, HE COULD NOT HAVE DIED because my best friend told me that no one died in SOC and if someone died she would have already accidentally told me (also, she theorized a lot about a possible deaths in SOC3 if Leigh ever does that book, always telling me that no crow died in SOC) and I thought "oh yeah, if someone died she would be devastated so it makes sense yeah yeah no one dies."

AND UNTIL CHAPTER 41 I STILL BELIEVED THAT MATTHIAS WAS ALIVE EVEN THOUGH HIS DEATH HAD BEEN SPOILED TO ME A MONTH BEFORE (Instagram always spoiling me everything…) BECAUSE I TRUSTED HER!!! Chapter 40 was very confusing for me because, thinking that Matthias wasn't dead, I didn't understand much of the context until I texted her "oh, I really don't understand what's going on, is Matthias okay?" and she told me "no, love, he's dead. I lied. But I hope you can continue with your life after this."

I'm still heartbroken over this and even two years later I still think Matthias is alive and living his best life with Nina and Hanne. I don't care about canon because canon never cared about me.

[not-rab]

James, Sirius, Barty, Peter, Lily, Marlene and Alice get into a sticky situation after getting caught trying to rob one of the King’s allies

but it just so happens that Sirius’ brother in the King of Slytherin, so what’ll he do now?

• jegulus • wolfstar • pandalily • dorlene • alicissa • rosekiller • emmary •

Keep Your Enemies Closer (15/15 chapters)