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[rita-repulsa-ke]

The Coven (and others) Read Your Thirst Tweets

Part of the ongoing thirst tweet series, read the others here: 1 2 3

"Lilia has made realize how hot old ladies can be, where can I find a hot, witchy cougar of my own. …Listen, junior, you keep calling people old and a real cougar is going to find its way to your door, catch my drift?"

"I would let Jennifer Kale order me to get down on my knees and bark like a dog. Okay, then do that. Right now. Bark for me."

"Alice Wu-Gulliver seems like a mess, I just want to take care of her, maybe make her dinner and give her a foot rub. …I don't know if you're aware, but writing things like this online makes you sound like a serial killer."

"Billy Maximoff is the cutest, sweetest boy alive—oh, this is from my boyfriend. Hi, babe!"

"Of course she's an amazing superspy, I would sell out my country in an instant if Natasha Romanoff so much as looked at me. ...You know, you really shouldn't say things like that. If some men in suits show up at your door, please cooperate."

"Wanda Maximoff is—…You know, this concept really isn't working for me. Let's try something else."

masterpost or click this link to go to a random post on this blog, which will probably be a fic of some kind

[the-kingshound]

Hello. *throws the rewritten demo at you* 

Here, have this. This is basically a rewrite of the content that was already available + a small announcement that chapter 2 part 2 will come out on November 23rd. 

The rewrite changes some pretty important lore elements, you can find the details here. The scenes are all still there, but I advise you to read the demo carefully, if you have time, because things have changed subtly, but they did. Also, the old saves don't work anymore.

I read the comments about Arthur and have taken them into consideration, so there have been changes with him too. Let me know what you think. 

See you very soon❤

[woe-is-tuli]

ATEEZ(에이티즈)-'HALAZIA': Seonghwa

[jamiesfootball]

jamie could have the eliot scene where he tries to go talk to his dad and his dad doesn't answer, and it could be like james just got out of prison and jamie wants to go see if they can Fix Things between them now that jamie's life at least isn't so violent anymore and maybe he can help james get on track on the outside so he won't end up back in and and and

and james doesn't answer because he blames jamie for him getting caught in the first place, and jamie tells him about hacking through the door, and he doesn't answer that either but he throws something at the door and jamie flinches back all the way off the porch. and then he just goes home.

and roy's like how did it go? and jamie says it went the best it could have.

Eeeeeeeeeeee ok ok ok but. but. Here's the thing. Jamie's dad is very Nate's-dad-coded to me. So in my mind I had it going more along the lines of The Three-Card Monte job.

Like this:

Even from the street Roy could hear the laughter spilling out of the Crown and Anchor, and after a long day of reconnaissance it called like a reward in waiting.

Roy didn't mind doing legwork for a con- in fact he appreciated Ted's insistence that the team dot their t's and mind their p's and whatever else he wanted them to inflict on the rest of the alphabet. Better prep made for a safer job. Roy had worked for enough men who'd sacrifice the time upfront if it meant getting to the next score faster; he respected that Ted wasn't one of them.

As their feet sloshed through the snow, Jamie kept a running commentary on the dirt he'd dug up in the breakroom. While he'd waited for his crawlers to skim the server (which to hear him tell it, was so laughably out of date that buying something on the company's Wi-Fi ran a bigger risk than riding passenger in Colin's Fiat), he'd learned from Jeanine who'd heard from Alan that Erik-with-a-'k' Davies was the one who'd decided to pass on Jim-from-R&D's project proposal after quarterlies came in low.

Thank fuck Roy'd never had a real job. He didn't know how people put up with it. He'd rather stab his eyes out than pretend to care about breakroom gossip.

But that wouldn't stop him from doing his job. He dutifully noted all the names - Jeanine, Alan, Jim, Erik-with-a-'k' - knowing that even the smallest details could mean the difference between making a cover or blowing the con.

"Can't believe I had to use a photocopier to make copies of the building schematics," Jamie complained for the umpteenth time. He stood back to let Roy open the door for him, despite the fact that it was Roy who was carrying his duffel full of tech. "In this day and age, a company worth billions should really consider digitizing-"

Six things happened at once. Years of experience gave Roy the particular skill to parse the components of a situation in order of importance.

The most concerning, the domino that set the rest in motion, was how Jamie's body froze, a fear response where he'd been at ease a second ago.

Instinct had Roy stepping in front of him, an arm slung protectively over his chest to hide, block, or push him away, whatever was called for.

His eyes hit all the exits: no one blocking the kitchen or alley, and the door behind them remained clear.

Identify the people of interest in the room, the other potential targets he might need to shield: Keeley and Rebecca at the bar, their heads thrown back in laughter. Colin, pleasantly bored or bored-ly pleasant, pouring out a lager for an older bloke.

Assess the older bloke; the only other other person sitting at the bar. Grey slicked back hair and a receding hairline. Steel-toed boots, worn through and poorly kept, so not an actual laborer. Clean, new denim and a mass market coat. An unspoiled duffel bag on the seat next to him. Fresh out of prison, then.

Either hearing the door swing open or feeling the cold breeze that gusted in behind them, the older man turned to look over his shoulder. Head-on he seemed younger than lines on his face implied, and his cheeks flushed ruddy with drink. He grinned (Manchester dental work), and under the guard of Roy's arm, Jamie flinched.

"Well, well, well. Look who's decided to show himself." The old bloke chuckled; it didn't reach his eyes. "If it ain't my own flesh and blood."

[forgaeven1]

❛ you might've had others fooled, ❜ she's got a wand on his neck, from behind — a cowardly pose, one would dare even comment — but had they been genuinely face-to-face, ginny isn't sure the extent of harm she could've unloaded. or worse, the extent of grief that would've overflowed right through her at the sight of his young, unblemished face. the very same face she had caught a glimpse on years ago before unconsciousness overtook her and she had realised then, with a terrifying thought, that she will soon die because of this boy. she will die, because he had deemed her easy to.

❛ not me, ❜ ginny's voice resounds, a strong thing - though in truth, she could see the tips of her wand shaking under the grasp of her own trembling hand. what a pathetic sight. even after years, he still had this much hold of her. and she- she understands it, alright. she gets that harry and dumbledore and quite literally everyone else outside of ron is tryin' to tell her that this isn't quite the same tom riddle, but how could they truly know ? how could they be so sure ? on her worser days, she still dreams of him. not quite like harry does, of course, but he is still there. he still haunts.

and he always will — that is his curse. the mark he leaves.

❛ tell me. ❜ her wand presses harder against his nape and ginny pretends she hasn't done so out of fear. that this is only courage. that this is only necessary. ❛ why'd you go to meet him ? ❜

@dragonthroned — starter call :)

[aeniqmata]

It really wasn't all that hard, finding Cid amongst all the people in the Hideaway. Clive had been trained to be an assassin, he could hunt people down with very little issue. Didn't mean that he really enjoyed the act, but it was good to know the skill wasn't rusty with however long he'd been traipsing around with these criminals. Sure, hunting down the man who'd killed his brother had been one thing, but now...

What good were the skills he'd picked up?

Clive spoke without thinking, calling out to the man when he knew he'd found him. The smell of his cigars were definitely a give away, and he was a moment from mentioning it to the older man but thought better of it. They spent every waking moment on edge that someone might find them, hiding in a literal wasteland. Who was he to tell the man his vice was causing a problem?

" You smell like smoke, and the brand you like is unique... " Manner of fact, because really while many of the Cursebreakers smoke or drank their weight to forget the things they'd seen, Cid was the only one to smoke something like that. " Hard to miss. It's not what people around here tend to smoke. " Those that could afford it were all nobles, and they preferred what came from Dhalmekia. Or at least those around Rosalith and his imperial commanders did.

" Nothing happened. Gav hasn't reported back that I'm aware of, at least not through a Stolas. Otto is too busy whipping others into shape to send me after you. "

reply to @cidolfvs from this ask response

[sparkveins]

WHOOPS I REMADE MY DOGE

[mtwiind]

@bloominghands​ asked:

Kaku protecting Robin I beg of u 🙏❤️

      he knew it was only a matter of time. he knew that he would have to face the consequences for his actions eventually. so, when the giraffe looked down the barrel of the gun that was directed at the leopard who was in his way, kaku took a breath.

     he wasn’t about to let lucci get past him, he would fight until his dying breath if it meant that robin would be able to get away. he wouldn’t let the world government have her, she wasn’t theirs to keep, she was a free spirit who deserved to live.

     still, being face to face with the man who he had spent most of his life with, he could still hear the laughter of the old cp9 he had been part of. so of course this was bittersweet to the shipwright, but he would stand his ground against this man.

             “you can’t have her,” he started, a finger a breath away from the trigger of the gun he was holding. “you’ll have to go through me if you want her, and i swear that i won’t make this easy for you.”

[ugartecoco]

the transition im crying

[kenapiece-main]

Can you believe I'm having to make this meme even after successfully finishing up taxes and applying to job

[inkskinned]

it's extremely critical that you see the photo of the perp walk for luigi mangione as being propaganda. i've seen so many people wave it off and instead fawn over his looks. and trust me, i know it ended up being kind of pathetic and weird - but please don't brush it off as a "modelling opportunity" for him. it's a fucking terrifying message the police are sending.

i want to make a few comparisons here, in case you're not from the US or familiar with why the perp walk thing is something to pay attention to. just to set the groundwork for why this is a purposeful, unusual, and cruel act by the nyc police - for why this is not a common occurrence and for why that matters.

the prosecution alleges the show of force is due to the charge of "terrorism." for comparison, in june 2015, tsarnaev was found guilty for the boston marathon bombing, which killed 3 people and injured hundreds. his actions are considered to be an act of domestic terrorism. i have spent the last hour looking through google for pictures of similar to mangione's perp walk - and so far, i have found zero. i also just do not personally remember a moment like that, despite living in boston at the time.

they allege that luigi is a stone-cold killer who carried out a longterm plan, making him particularly dangerous. again for comparison: in nyc, recently cory martin was found guilty of the killing of brandy odom. the murder was planned and premeditated to steal insurance money. and yet no staged perp walk. why didn't her life matter enough for a "show of force"?

but mangione gets paraded by a veritable army of police officers as if he is a rabid animal. for a single citizen who allegedly killed one other single citizen, the "largest perp walk ever" occurs.

so what is the "strong message" that the mayor and the police were trying to send here? the mayor speaks as if mangione is already convicted of terrorism. there is a very thin number of people who feel threatened by the CEO's death. none of us felt like mangione needs to be under massive armed guard.

the message is that you shouldn't resist. they are trying to "make an example" of him - that if you behave badly and kill a single rich person, you'll be treated as if you killed hundreds of people. you will be treated worse than a man who was found guilty of terrorism. you will be considered guilty without trial. the message is that the rich are a protected class, and you cannot touch them without massive punishment. they are trying to prevent a revolution by showing dominance and force against you.

the message is that the police are a puppet of the wealthy and that the law is not equally applied across class disparity. it is "some are more equal than others." it is "one life is more precious than another."

the show of force wasn't for luigi. it was for us. it was a warning. they are trying to remind us who is really in control.

[starrytrees]

hi dungeon meshi fandom :]

[carry-on-my-wayward-butt]

its so brave that you have such a 2012-coded url in this 2024 world

would you call a bear brave for standing in a new construction suburb or would you recognize the unfamiliar world they built around him

[mochasucculent]

Dumb thing that would not leave my brain

[cornpapers]