#BUT I AM SO EXITED TOO

[yumikittyproducoes]

I'm so normal about Longlegs, i swear.

[pujjel]

Ok but no jokes i just beat Pizzahead WITH NO DAMAGE, IT WAS INSANE

[cassiebones]

okay but a scene of Agatha and Rio just fucking going at it, fighting-wise. Agatha screaming at her, red-faced, telling her how much she hates her for what she did, for taking her baby away from her when she could have saved him, could have brought him back. Rio staying calm and pretty rational, allowing Agatha to have the feelings out like she hadn't done centuries ago, letting her vent and scream and call her all sorts of names. She knows that she's in pain, so she lets Agatha scream.

This, of course, makes Agatha angrier. She wants Rio to scream back, not talk in calm tones. She wants to have another huge knockdown fight, but Rio is so calm and how is she so calm when Agatha is so mad?!?!

So she says something that she knows will set Rio off.

"You never loved me; you just saw me as something pretty you could control."

This is the only thing that can really make Rio angry because how dare she?!?!

Rio's hands spark with her power, she stomps toward Agatha until they're a breath apart. Agatha doesn't back down, and Rio can hear her heart racing.

"How could you ever even think that?" Rio asks, through gritted teeth. "I loved you for centuries, even when I couldn't see you. Even when you left me alone. I still loved you, even when I hated you."

"Then why did you take my son away--"

"HE WAS MY SON, TOO!"

That shuts Agatha up for once. So do the tears that immediately fall down Rio's cheeks. Because she may not have birthed him, but, dammit, Nicholas was her son. She held him the day he was born, swore to protect him. She called him "Nicky" and he called her Mama. When he first got sick, she cared for him when Agatha slept, cradled him in her arms. How she knew the moment that he wouldn't recover from his illness, how she had had to ferry dozens of other infants and toddlers in their village due to the same illness. How she had tried to gently tell Agatha that his time was coming, that she had to prepare herself to say goodbye, that they needed to spend as much time holding him as possible.

But Agatha refused. She started talking about the Darkhold. She begged Rio to go to the Witches' Road with her. She pleaded with her, to help save her son, their son. Rio already knew that it was pointless, that Nicholas was beyond saving, that not even dark magic could save his soul, but she was powerless against Agatha.

So she went. And she felt Nicholas's life slip away as they walked the Road, as they were the only two witches to emerge, victorious. Agatha got what she wanted with the Darkhold, but it was too late.

When they returned home, Nicky was gone. Their son was dead. And Rio had to do something she'd hoped she wouldn't have to do for decades, centuries even.

She reaped her own son's soul, while her wife screamed in anguish, cursing her. She didn't let Agatha see her tears as she carried his soul to the other side.

And then Agatha was gone and she was left with a gaping hole in her black heart, causing her unbelievable pain for centuries, leaving a scar there in the shape of Agatha and Nicholas.

So how dare Agatha imply that she was any less Nicky's mother?!?

Agatha does soften at Rio's words, stepping back as they kind of slap her across the face. She knows that Rio is right, that Nicholas was Rio's, whether she birthed him from her body or not. But she's too stubborn to apologize.

Instead, she says, "you never actually hated me." It's not a question, but it's still uncertain. She doesn't know if it would hurt more or less if it turned out that Rio hated her as much as she hated Rio.

"I don't think I would have hated you as much as I did," Rio said, tears still falling down her cheeks, "if I didn't love you so much."

Then she walks away, leaving Agatha gaping after her.

[even-disco-baby]

YOU — “No. There is still a chance.”

DOLORES DEI — “You think so?” Her voice is weary.

EMPATHY — Everything about her is weary. She is the Innocence of weariness, of heroically borne suffering.

CONCEPTUALIZATION — That is the picture you have painted for yourself, at any rate.

YOU — “You looked back. That’s the memory, the moment, that I can’t stop returning to. You looked back. I had a chance, for just that moment…”

DOLORES DEI — She meets your eye, gaze still forever cast back over her shoulder. Time stops. The stars are stilled, the ocean silent. There is *nothing* beyond this memory. Nothing at all. All of infinity is contained in this single moment when anything and everything was possible.

“Oh, Harry…” She sighs, soft as eiderdown. “We never had any chance.”

And just like that, the wave of time collapses under its own weight, obliterating everything. This moment was six years ago. She is gone from here. Gone, gone…

PAIN THRESHOLD — You cannot leave. There was nothing outside of this moment, and now there is nothing at all. It’s all gone. There is no point. I’m sorry. I can’t do this any longer.

VOLITION — Please, don’t say that…

“Okay. Well, fuck me, then.”

“How would *you* know?! You gave up! You didn’t even try!”

“We *must* have had a chance, at some point… Doesn’t everyone get a chance, if nothing more?”

“How could you say that…?”

DOLORES DEI — “Because it’s true,” she says, matter-of-fact. “There is no moment in time that you can turn back to, no branching paths, no infinity. There is only what happened. I looked back… and then away.” She closes her eyes, turning her back to you.

“The moment ended. *We* ended. That is all.”

SHIVERS — A wave crashes against an unseen shore, ocean spray tickling the back of your neck. You shiver, but no one shivers with you. You are alone in this intersection. Why are you here?

“Why can’t *I* end?! Why can’t this all just stop? Please, make it stop…”

“Ended? I’ve barely even started! I got a chance to start completely over as somebody new! I don’t need you anymore! You’re just dead weight to me now.”

“No. That wasn’t the real ending. We’re a part of something so much bigger than this intersection, telling a story that encapsulates all of history! There’s *more* to this, it *means* something.”

“Then… What am I supposed to do now…?”

DOLORES DEI — “No, Harry.” She turns back to you again now, and she looks… sad.

“We were not metaphors. We were people. Our narrative was not intelligently designed. It simply followed the patterns of history, because those are the only patterns we *know.* We tried to create something new, but we failed. There is no narrative reward for our failure, no satisfactory ending. There is only the immutable past and the unknowable future.”

RHETORIC — There is no assurance of what is good or deserved or what may bring relief. There is no assurance of punishment, either. There is no assurance of anything. Not even of a future. I don’t know what to say to make this bearable.

VOLITION — Even so… As long as you live, *something* is promised. Can you live with that?

I can’t, I just can’t do this anymore…

I can. It’s enough.

I don’t know. I just don’t know.

I can at least try for a little longer…

VOLITION — That’s all I ask. That’s enough.

[theguiltinessisyours]

life truly is coming full circle with 11 years I was obsessed with Percy Jackson and now I just watched the pilot of kaos and it truly is phenomenal

[there-is-just-me-myself-and-i]

Guys...I think I got my bachelors degree in social work...I just got my last grade and I did horrible but I passed...WTF 😶😶😶

[derpinette]

when i exchange a message whether i receive or send one i have to immediately shut off my device & walk some laps for a few minutes to shake off the adrenaline rush

[themintman]

dude I just saw a tiktok abotu the minecarafts movie (sidenote but why is it so hard to type with nails suddenly. Bruh I never have short nails why am I struggling) but like I saw a tiktok about the Minecraft movie and it was one of those annoying ones where they're like "big news !!!" And then say something that everyone knows, this one was about jack black playing steve. BUT THIS PRICK USED MCSM CLIPS ON THE BOTTOM HALF OF THE SCREEN. YKU CANT FUCKING BAIT US LIKE THAT. I WAS SHAKJNG AND GIGGLING FUDE IM GONNA 💥💥💥💥💥

[pxme-granate]

[ID: Illustration of Jupiter North and a younger Jack Korrapati in Jupiter’s study. Their backs are facing the viewer. On the left, Jack is sitting on the floor in his pajamas with his knees pulled up to his chest, a blue blanket draped over his shoulders. His expression is twisted with grief, tears on his cheeks. On the right, Jupiter kneels next to him, dressed in a white dress shirt with a blue tie. He looks concerned, and has his hand on Jack’s back in a comforting gesture. They are in front of a lit fireplace with bookshelves on either side. The room is dim aside from the fire’s light. On the floor, from left to right, there are 2 pillows, a cup of hot cocoa, a plate of cookies, and a stuffed teddy bear. End ID.]

Here’s my piece for the Nevermoor Big Bang; it accompanies @necromancers-incorporated ‘s amazing (heart wrenching, incredibly sweet) fic! It was such a pleasure to create for! Please go check it out <33

@nevermoorbigbang @nevermoorcentral

[bluebellhairpin]

When I tell you I am OBSESSED. I mean it. LOOK. @54prowl's 'Hushed Gasps' commission event is still open so you can ALSO have a reason to go bonkers over a suggestive art with your blorbo. Me and Erwin could be you and whoever you're most delulu for <33

[toastybugguy]

one of those days when shit just happens to you and you realize you probably will never get closure and will have to learn how to cope with it on your own. good god. where is the fucking rewind button!!

[lumivall]

Professor layton is back in the house!!!

Professor Layton has risen from his grave and is back with a new adventure! I saw so many good art pices about the new world of steam and Professor layton in general. So I wanted to be a part of it!

[clarebear-0925]

THEY’RE MAKING MINECRAFT WEEPING ANGELS OH GOD

[goatyuuji]

Waiting for the jjk s2 OST to drop soon so i can listen to Sukuna’s Malevolent shrine OST !!!!!

[baycitystygian]

I know I generally embrace being autistic but today the hardest parts of it were really in the foreground for the entire fucking exhausting day… having auditory issues on a VERY important phone call that I needed to make and fighting for my life to understand what the poor sweet insurance lady was saying because the audio was so distorted… having a way-too-long discussion with my sister where I (1) promised to “castrate [her baby daddy] like a hog” for ghosting her and genuinely meant it (thinking about stuffing his nards as a wall trophy tbh, if he doesn’t wanna be a dad so badly then surely it’s no loss to him!) and (2) argued with her about laws that are stupid and shouldn’t apply to her situation (that’s a long story)… which probably did not make her feel any bit better and honestly I think both of us are much more stressed out afterwards. like some situations get me so outrageously mad that I literally cannot handle it and I need to remove myself from the conversation because the other person isn’t budging because it’s something they have zero influence over and they are just trying to explain the damn thing but it’s Wrong in my eyes so I feel the need to argue my case and how the fuck does anyone put up with me

like I know I don’t go into much detail about personal issues on here (or much of anything re: IRL me) but uh. that’s a huge thing I struggle with and I have no clue how to change it. It’s like, does no one else have common sense? Why can’t anyone else see this? and it feels like screaming into the void and it makes me feel terrible and it only stresses out the other person who is Not Getting Paid Enough (well, at ALL) to deal with Whatever This Is