#DO YOU SEE MY VISION?

[crystalpalacesasaki]

Everyone talking about Edwin wearing Charles' jacket but what about Edwin wearing the Cat King's fur coat?

[em-allay]

Dysfunctionally Functional:

Functionally Dysfunctional:

[2009editingtips]

i cannot explain it, but these two photos give off the same vibe

[demento-mori]

What if we both had unhealthy, toxic fixations with our shitty brothers because they were the only source of comfort we had growing up in a cold, uncaring home, but now they only want to use us as means to an end? What if we both yearned for the comfort and simplicity of our childhoods, but were looking through rose tinted glasses at a perfect past that never existed, and now only serves to burden us? What if we were both trying desperately to grab onto any semblance of power, by any means necessary, in a system rigged against us from the start? What if it wasn't enough. What if the only way to escape was to walk away from everything we've ever known? What if we chose something better? What if we chose freedom?

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and we were both girls 😳😳🙈

[watermelonsloth]

I love how the Akatsuki pairs can be summarized as:

Itachi and Kisame: Malewife

Sasori and Deidara: Manwhore

Hidan and Kakuzu: Manslaughter

Pein and Konan: Mansplain

Obito and Zetsu: Manipulate

[rogue-storm]

The only good Zelink headcanon I've ever come up with is Link doesn't use petnames/affectionate nicknames and instead just calls her Zelda bc previously the only thing he could call her is "Princess" or "Her Royal Highness" since forever BUT Zelda calls him only The Most Embarrassing nicknames bc a) she loves to fluster her boy and b) she's always been able to say his name

[knolastname-family]

I don't think having one evil aroace character is enough, we clearly need more. So might I present a modest proposal.

Valentino and Vox complain about each other to her constantly. Her advice is always to stop fucking or officially start dating. They ignore her everytime.

(She and Alastor get brunch and complain about the pair of morons. This is where Alastor learned the phrase spill the tea)

[andr0nap-wf]

woe, divine intervention upon ye

[quartergremlin]

re: the aforementioned high-stakes business brunch.

transcript:

Big Mama: -will benefit from a teensy-weensy bit of business talk by turtley-

Leo: This place is nice... The food better be good.

Madame Null: Biggie! You're here. I hope you don't mind I've ordered for the table.

L: Mind meld

BM: I see you invited my precious little-

MN: haha, well they were-

Donnie: ignore

[monzterzack]

[thecharliedanger]

Everyone else talking about Emmrich Volkarin: Vincent Price Vincent Price Vincent Price...

Me, preparing refs for Emmrich fanart:

[howlerbat]

a James Flint shipping chart

[sausage-rolll]

thinking long and hard about Godwyn and Fortissax's friendship like

>the dragons begin a war with the golden order

>Godwyn and Fortissax become “good friends” which brings an era of peace between the golden order and the dragons

>Godwyn goes on to begin the golden lineage with a completely unmentioned partner

>dragons are known to take the form of humans and even have relations with them, as seen with Vyke and Fortissax's sister Lanssax

>One of Godwyn’s many descendants is Godrick, who refers to the dragon in his arena as “kindred one”

>While Godwyn was the first demigod to fall during the night of the black knives, it’s implied that many others followed at the hands of the assassins. Due to the rest of the known descendants of Marika being alive, and no one else having a child pre-shattering it can be inferred that Godwyn's bloodline was specifically targeted for some reason. Since those are the only other demigods that existed at the time.

>Godwyn is assassinated and because him and Fortissax are such “Good friends” Fortissax proceeds to enter godwyns mind and spends decades, possibly centuries attempting to fight off the deathblight from within him, eventually succumbing to it themselves but still unwilling to abandon their “good friend” regardless.

[mayashesfly]

Queer Platonic RadioStatic where they're all domestic with one another and have regular cuddles sessions and general bonding moments. Vox tends to give thoughtful gifts to Al, some of which being vintage things that reminds him of Alastor whenever he's busy in a meeting. Alastor would happily cook for Vox as they talk about their day, helping him rewind and will kill people that dare hurt him.

Alastor has no interest in sex, or at least directly participating in it. Vox is sex-favorable and they both agreed that Vox is allowed to have sex with Valentino and other people as long as they don't kiss/bite Vox on any other part of his body except on the lips/mouth.

Vox is his. And he's the only one allowed to kiss and adore every part of Vox's body and mark him. He's not that into direct kissing, especially french kissing, but would still pepper Vox with forehead and cheek kisses. Vox absolutely loves it.

Vox and Valentino still french kisses though.

One time Vox was telling Alastor about how french kissing was so good but he just kept making disgusted facial expressions at him. "Keep that between your boytoy and yourself, my dear. It's not gonna happen"

Vox just laughed, enjoying the silly expressions he had gotten from the radio demon before kissing Alastor on his furrowed brows. "That's perfectly fine by me! I'm happy to have you by my side as it is…."

"Sap"

[klavierpanda]

[ghostface-knight]

After years of seeing "I'm very disappointed" on report cards, and hearing "Thank God your dad can just buy your way into college" from classmates, Stephanie Lauter had accepted that she was not smart.

It wasn't that she didn't like to learn -- when she was young, she loved school. Her favorite class of science. She loved learning about the world around her, and how it worked.

Miss Tessburger would pick her up after school in her dad's black Porsche, and Steph would immediately start explaining the things she had picked up from class that day.

"Did you know that insects make up half the world's known species?" She'd recite.

And each time, she'd be met with something along of the lines of, "Stephanie, your father is very busy today, so don't bother him with this nonsense."

She thought it was the fact itself. Maybe Miss Tessburger just didn't like insects! Steph knew her father was a very busy man, and so it made sense that she shouldn't bother him unless the fact was really worth it. So she'd try history facts. She'd tell Miss Tessburger about weather phenomena. She'd explain mathematical equations which, although not groundbreaking for an adult, were quite impressive for a child of eight years old. Each time, she watched for the hint that this time, it was worth telling her dad. And each time, she recieved the same, disinterested responses.

So, eventually, she came to the conclusion that the things she was learning in school where not important. Her father was very successful, and he didn't want to hear the things she was learning, so who was to say she needed to know them?

And so she stopped telling Miss Tessburger facts on the way home from school. She stopped reading for fun. She stopped paying attention in class.

That was when her grades started getting worse, but the school didn't notify her father unless she failed a class, and he couldn't be bothered to check each time Steph brought home a report card.

In a way, it was easier to slack off. She didn't have to consider the complex concepts she used to seek out. Pretty soon, she forgot the rush of exhilaration she used to get from learning. Pretty soon, it was like she had never cared in the first place.

So no, Stephanie Lauter was not smart.

And yet, when Peter Spankoffski tutored her, he treated her like she was Albert Fucking Einstein.

"So, the domain of f(x) cannot be zero." She worked out, scribbling on her loose leaf. She looked up at Pete, expecting him to correct her. Instead, he broke into a goody grin.

"You got it Steph! Composite functions have nothing on you." He looked over her work with admiration. "I'm not sure you even need me anymore. You know all this stuff."

Steph smirked. "Maybe, but I think I'll keep you around."

She turned back to her paper, but could clearly see Pete turning bright red out of the corner of her eye.

"Ah, see, I do need you. Because I have no idea what the hell this one is asking me to do." She pointed to an equation.

Pete leaned over, and read the equation out loud. "Find the inverse of f(x) = (x/2) + 7. Oh, this one's easy." He said, grabbing a pencil and starting to write.

"Easy for you to say." Steph mumbled. "You're in the hardest math class this shit-hole offers."

Pete looked up at her. "Not true! I'm in AP Calculus, and they offer Linear Algebra." He sighed, noting Steph's unamused expression. "Look, I only said that cause I know you know this."

"I don't though!" She groaned in exasperation.

"Yes you do! How do you find the inverse of a function?"

"I don't know!" She exclaimed.

"Steph, look at me." Reluctantly, Steph obliged.

Pete took her hand, and looked into her eyes with his own deep brown ones. She softened.

"Take a breath. You know how to do this, I promise. How do you find the inverse of a function?"

Steph took a breath and closed her eyes. "You- you switch x and y, then solve for x."

Pete's smile was the only confirmation she needed. "I told you that you don't need me." He said softly as she got to work solving the equation.

Steph considered it. "Either way, can you stay?"

And the doe eyes strike again. "Of course, Steph." He paused. "I'll always stay."