#FDS series

[chickensarentcheap]

Last Line Game

I was nominated by the lovely and talented @illegalcerebral. The rules are to tag as many people as words you post. I don't know that many writers to tag, but here's my contribution. Put as many lines as you want. I'm not your mom.

She’d wounded him deeply; remaining silent about her whereabouts and keeping the existence of his child a secret. Only resurfacing when she needed something from him;  possessing the audacity to ask -despite the damage she’d caused- that he once again put his own life on the line to protect hers.   And though an outright refusal would have devastated her, it would have been understandable. After all, he’d already nearly paid the ultimate price for her once.  And in the end, had been left with nothing but a handful of scars and a broken heart to show for it.

Tagging: @mrsmungus @asirensrage @ninjasawakenedmystar @residentdormouse @navybrat817 @watermeezer @creators-club (for some reason it won't let me tag your main blog. Silly tumblr) @themaradwrites @ninjasawakenedmystar @darknightfrombeyond

Also tagging some Tyler and Esme peeps: @kmc1989 @alisbackalleybbq @tragiclyhip @youflickedtooharddamnit

[iron-parkr]

The Spaces Between | Chapter Update - Chapter 8: All Things End

For the record, Maggie Stark didn't run away. Running away means having something to run from, and Maggie's got nothing. Something strange is going on in Queens, though, and it's got nothing to do with the Parkers. But before Maggie can solve that mystery, she has to make it through the most thrilling and terrifying venture she can imagine after a life of superheroes — high school.

Stopping only to take off her Converse, Maggie crawled into the bed, pulled the covers over her head, and let herself miss Aunt Peggy and Della and her family. The pillow grew damp under her temple. She curled in on herself and allowed the black hole to consume her as she fell into a restless sleep. An hour later she stumbled from the guest room, sweat-slicked skin shining in the fluorescent lights. Daisy and May were calling to her through miles of cotton, but all she could hear were Ross’s jeers and Aunt Peggy’s soft voice and Steve Steve Steve— Her feet carried her out the front door, down the hall, up to the roof. The sticky summer air clung to her clammy skin. She sucked in a deep breath, then another. Tried to remember Dr. Rollins’ advice through the remnants of her nightmares.

Ao3 | FFN

tag list: @juliaswickcrs @witchofinterest @arrthurpendragon @azoraahai @kingsmakers @damn-daemon @susiesamurai @drbobbimorse @akabluekat​

the spaces between tag: @dio-nysvs

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[ghostsleepyz]

Sorry ‘nother FD fandom rant but honestly some of you guys who complain about Wendy stans can be just as, if not more, insufferable as these stans you’re complaining about.

Believe it or not, people can indeed enjoy characters that you don’t, especially if they’re fan favorite characters (so obviously you’re going to see more people talk about her more often), for many reasons other than thinking her actress is hot.

Breaking news!! The world does not revolve around your opinion

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

How successful would Lucy McConky…

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[shipcestuous]

It's been a long time since I had read Flowers in the Attic, but did Malcolm watch Corinne getting whipped after she came back to Foxworth Hall or did he do the whipping himself? I couldn't tell how it was done since the whipping happened off-page, but in the 1987 movie, he had some sort of look of hunger as he watched.

I don't remember what was said in the book about it. It seems like he would want to watch, though, especially since he was enfeebled.

Oh malcolm

[kyaruun]

i don't think i'm ever recovering from this yui, she looks like a goddess ;;;;; <333 not recovering from the fact kamiaso is 10 either,,, technically 11 in october

[wildflower-otome]

[sexysilverstrider]

ok wait i know my top 3 otome games but my top 5?

1. piofiore 1926

2. olympia soiree

3. diabolik lovers: dark fate

4. shuuen no virche

5. hakuoki kyoto winds + edo blossoms

[tutuandscoot]

Favourite photo series

(I forgot which part I’m up to)

Bit of a story behind this one..

So I only just found this pic the other day, opened Pinterest and it was the first one to pop up and I gasped! It’s gorgeous!!! The sharpness, the symmetry, them in character.. it’s just beautiful.

Also as soon as I saw it, I recalled a moment from a fan meeting where VM are looking at this picture.

Here in this video from a fan meeting with Russian fans in Paris during TEB (Grand Prix France) 2013, they start with showering VM with gifts, followed by presenting them with the banners they had made from the previous season where they competed in Russia twice.

One of the banners is a red, black & white one (which sweet scootie notes that it’s kinda like a Canadian flag 🥰), and on the banner, is printed this above picture, as they are presented it and they pull it out, they each say:

Its quite hard to see what exactly the picture is from this angle (the camera) if you haven’t seen the actual photo (which I hadn’t until just the other day) but after watching this fan meeting a few times (and maybe pausing the video in the right spot) you can see it’s a picture of their ending pose from Carmen, a picture from practice from when they competed at COR 2012.

By what they each say, it seems maybe T hadn’t seen the picture before, but Scott had, or maybe not and in saying ‘I love that picture’ he means that moment in the program, not sure though.

So being able to finally see it properly, and now paring up their comments, especially his, I have some thoughts on it.

I lovveee when Scott said what he loves in ice dance (especially as they got older) is exploring characters and movement, the artistic side is what they really love to push (and given they were the best ice dancers in the world athletically they could be bold and push artistic boundaries). I really really loved when he said that he likes stuff (art) that is ‘kinda raw and chills you to the bone’.

That’s exactly the vibe I get from Carmen. It is so raw, so chilling, makes you uncomfortable in the best way watching to brilliant artists and athletes fucking go for it!

Depending on how you view the ending of Carmen (I’ve given a few examples in the past); they have said that in their story ‘Carmen doesn’t actually die but it’s Don Jose who’s kinda this ruined man’. There is so much in this final ending pose. It could be interpreted as her killing him- either literally or emotionally- she’s ruined him and there’s nothing left of him- he’s not but he may as well be dead.

Knowing that’s the kind of stuff they loved to perform and Scott especially saying that’s where he loves to be as an artist, him saying he ‘loves this picture’,- like he loves that moment in Carmen and the story that lead to that moment, he loves that T got to play this fierce, dominate woman and he got to play off that.

It gives ME CHILLS.

They weren’t just athletes, they truly were artists and weren’t afraid of that- pushing dark and disturbing themes even when it didn’t result in high scores. They get it and I feel so close to them hearing them say that they loved being artists and sharing these beautiful, unique experiences together! 💖

[twinklefantasia]

are ppl comparing fd to gacha dress up games.... and how they have fancier clothing???? its almost as if a main thing for gacha games is to pull people into spending money on "oooh pretty"

[chickensarentcheap]

Trying to get the muse going!

Especially for you @tragiclyhip because you mentioned this scene earlier

@youflickedtooharddamnit @secretaryunpaid @bardic-tales @watermeezer @kmc1989 @alisbackalleybbq @asirensrage @mrsmungus @residentdormouse @karimac

She stands at a section break wall that surrounds the lighthouse. Her palms flat against the cement and her shawl across the middle of her back; hooked around her elbows to keep it in place. And he smiles as notices the way the sunlight captures the natural red highlights in her hair and how the brilliant rays reflect off the water; causing her to squint her eyes and crinkle her nose.

There’s something pure about both the expression and her in that moment; completely oblivious to everything going on around her. Heels lifting out of her sandals as she stands on her tiptoes to see over the barrier into the water; hopeful to catch sight of the numerous turtles and other sea life known to frequent the area. Never losing her interest or excitement in seeing Australia’s various creatures and the abundance of scenery; always squealing and giggling when a friendly kangaroo or quokka eats out of her hand and forever taken back by stunning sunsets that paint the sky with vivid shades of orange, purple and pink.

She possesses a childlike enthusiasm when it comes to her surroundings; six years of living Down Under yet never tiring of those road trips along the coast or the little vacations up to The Kimberley or the visits into the big cities. Remaining in awe that this is actually her life; far beyond anything that she could have ever imagined or even thought possible. Everything she’s been through -in the past twelve and a half years and throughout her entire life- and she’s still so full of life; cheerful and optimistic and remaining a bubbly and welcoming social butterfly.

Even on the hardest of days -when he only gets out of bed because he knows his family needs him to- she never fails to make him smile. The lighthearted and loving teasing and the way she stands behind his chair and rubs his shoulders or combs her fingers through his hair; lightly gripping the strands and tipping his head back so she can press kisses along the bridge of his nose. Sending him memes and links to videos even if they’re sitting across from each other out on the deck; the way she chews on her bottom lip and her eyes sparkle with anticipation as she waits for his reaction. Always finding ways to maintain physical contact with him; her foot on top of his or their knees touching under the dinner table, pausing on her way past him as he stands at the kitchen sink; running her palms across his shoulders and down his back and then continuing on her way. Reaching over to take his hand as they sit together on the couch; never saying a word and her attention never wavering from whatever book or magazine she’s immersed in. Always aware of when he needs that contact with her, yet knowing he’ll never ask for it or seek it for himself; never calling attention to it and more often that not, making it seem as if SHE’S the one craving it.

“Tyler!” She calls to him now; that excitement in her voice and that little bounce of her heels reminding him so much of Addie. And she once more pushes herself up onto her tiptoes, eyes wide as she points to the water below with one hand and waves him over with the other. “It’s huge! You have to see this one! Come see it! Hurry!”

With a bemused grin he joins her; a palm settling on the small of her back as he peers down into the water.

“See it?!” She enthusiastically tugs at the side of his t-shirt; once more happily bouncing up and down on her heels.

He sees so much of Addie in her at that moment; the glitter of contentment in her eyes, the excited flush to her cheeks, the way her top teeth dig into her bottom lip. And the brief glimpse of childlike exuberance and innocence makes him think of the little girl she’d once been. Full of light and love and sheltered from her mother’s emotional abuse and torment by a father that adored her; his first daughter after a string of rowdy boys. He’d felt it when Millie had been born; the shift from boy dad to girl dad. He’d only had Austin for six years and had spent a lot of time away on tours in the Middle East, but he’d grown accustomed to superhero and sports themed apparel and little baseball caps and high top sneakers. He’d already started coaching soccer and t-ball; Austin a naturally gifted athlete from the time he was old enough to walk. Already into rough housing and climbing trees and jumping into mud puddles; his mother often finding worms and snails and various sized rocks in the pockets of his pants and shirts.

Even though he’d known he was having a daughter and had spent three months fretting over being a failure as a ‘girl dad’, he hadn’t truly felt like one until they’d placed that minutes old baby in his arms. Brand new and all smooth, pink skin and blond hair and impossibly long fingers and toes and slender feet. Her crying immediately ceasing when he’d gathered her tight into his chest; all of her fingers curling around one of his as she gazed up at him with piercing blue eyes. It all hit him at once; the reality that he was a father again -despite believing he never would be- after losing his son and how close he’d come to never even knowing of his daughter’s existence, never mind actually meeting and holding her. His second chance suddenly so clear and so real and all in one room. His tiny yet phenomenally strong and resilient wife exhausted after going through thirty-six hours of labour and now their little girl; wrapped tightly and securely in a pink and blue striped blanket. Her eyes never wavering from his as a nurse tugged a knitted cap onto her head. And in that moment, he’d cried like he’d never cried before. All of the anguish and the regret and the guilt he’d been building up since his son’s death finally coming to a head; mingling with the overwhelming love and adoration and complete awe that he felt for the two women in his life.

He’d become softer that day. Kinder. Gentler. After that his fears of being a girl dad ceased and he easily and effortlessly took to the role. Growing accustomed to the amount of pink in one closet and the amount of frilly socks and tights in one dresser drawer; his large, calloused fingers mastering the buttons on tiny dresses and no longer fumbling with impossibly small hair clips and headbands. He knows what Esme’s father had felt like in that moment he’d held her so many years ago; that softness and tenderness and the ferocious need to protect at all costs that doesn’t normally come with sons. And when he thinks about how all that love had disappeared the moment her dad had taken his last breath, his heart aches for her; a teenage girl suddenly left without her ‘person’ and the only adult that had ever shown her any love and attention.

“What kind is it??” she asks, effectively snapping him back to the ‘here and now’.

“It’s a sea turtle.”

“I know THAT. But what KIND of sea turtle? Can you tell? By looking at its head? Or its shell? You’re usually good at these things. At anything to do with animals. Not a snapper is it?”

“Not with that tail and that head. Looks like a Loggerhead. He IS a big one.”

“Take a picture of it! We can look it up on google on the way home. We can show Addie when she gets home from school. She’ll be so jealous.”

“I feel like I’m with Addie right now,” he teases, and slips his phone from the side pocket of his cargos; snapping a pic of the turtle before turning the camera on his wife. Catching her just as she turns and looks up at him; eyes slightly narrowed in the sun, wayward strands of hair blowing across her face, and a gentle smile curving her lips. So natural and beautiful; nothing but sun kissed skin and messy hair and pure contentment on her face.

“You’re not supposed to take pictures of me!” she scolds, giving him a playful shove and attempting to snatch the phone from his hand. Flashing a pout and dramatically stomping her feet each time he easily evades her; shooting him a glare when he holds the cell above his head. “That’s no fair!” She cries, as she perches on her tiptoes; one hand on his chest to steady herself as the other frantically -and vainly- tries to come in contact with the object being kept from her. “Unfair height advantage! You’re playing dirty!”

“Sweetheart, I can get way more dirty than this and you know it.”

“We’re not talking about THAT. I know how dirty your mind and actions can be. Just give me the phone! This isn’t fair! You’re a full foot taller than I am!”

“A foot and two inches, actually. What are you going to do about it? Besides, all is fair in love and war.”

“You’re supposed to be taking pictures of the turtle. Or of the scenery. Of something beautiful.”

“That’s EXACTLY what I was doing. Taking a picture of the most beautiful thing here.”

She finally relents; a brilliant, broad smile spreading from ear to ear and a slight blush creeping into her cheeks. Even after twelve and half years she finds it hard; accepting a compliment that’s one hundred percent genuine and said with the utmost love and adoration. A long lasting side effect of years spent suffering through her mother’s verbal abuse; constant insults and words of degradation that in doubt led Esme to make some of the bad choices she was notorious for in the past. Mark being the biggest one; ignoring the red flags because she’d thought she was in love and then staying despite the abuse but he’d successfully convinced her no one else would ever want her.

[arrthurpendragon]

⌨ + Leila Potter's story

Send me ⌨ + title to one of my fics and I’ll write a sentence for that fic!

Almost all times, Leila thought.  But she saw no need in pointing that out - the boys were already in trouble. And it appeared that Fred’s lack of manners wasn’t helping things. Mrs. Weasley narrowed her eyes at her son. “You keep your mouth closed while you’re eating!” she snapped.

Fred’s mouth immediately clamped shut before he swallowed hard.  Knowing Fred like she did, it was immensely entertaining to see someone able to get to Fred like that. Fred then eyed George to continue.

“They were starving them, Mum!” George added, careful not to take a bite of food before speaking.  Instead, from behind his back, he tossed Leila a muffin which she nearly missed catching.  “I mean, just look at them!”

Leila scoffed out loud, ready to retort look at yourself, but before she could protest, Ron chimed in.

“There were bars on their window, Mum!” Ron added before sneaking a rather large bite of food in his mouth.

Mrs Weasley quickly turned on her heel, practically jabbing her finger in Ron’s shoulder. “You’d best hope I don’t put bars on your window, Ronald Weasley!”

Ron gulped his food down, nearly choking on it.

Mrs Weasley then rounded on the twins and narrowed her eyes, looking between Fred and George. “And you’d best hope I don’t accidentally starve you.”

Fred and George glanced sideways at each other before Fred asked his mother, “Which one of us are you starving?”

Mrs Weasley groaned and threw her hands up in the air in frustration. “We never had this much trouble with Bill . . . or Charlie . . . or Percy.  Not even combined!  Where did we go wrong?”

[leilapotter]

I've tentatively settled on Leila's faceclaim and book one's title.

[enchanted--roses]

OC Halloween Challenge — Day 02 — Lights, Camera, Action!

If they were canon!!

Jenna Coleman & Emilia Clarke -> Kaitlynn Kane & Rebecca Hepburn

Jenna Coleman & Ramin Karimloo (low-key my favorite lol) -> Kaitlynn Kane & Henry P. Jones

Katie McGrath & D.J. Cotrona -> Charlotte Fuller & Seth Gecko

Emily VanCamp & Josh Dallas -> Ruby Lewis & Ben Stone

For day two, we’re combining oc as canon, oc as celebrity, and oc’s social media into one day where you get to choose which of those challenges you would like to do… maybe even all of them!

Forever Tag: 💠@fiercefray​ 💠@foxesandmagic💠 @valdrinors​ 💠@ochub​ 💠@ocappreciationtag​💠@fanficanatic-tw​ 💠@robertdowneyhiddlesbatch   💠@chickensarentcheap​ (wanna be on any of my taglist? ask me!)

[dancingsunflowers-ocs]

𝙊𝘾 𝙃𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙉 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙀𝙉𝙂𝙀 2023: 𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘌𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘳/𝘕𝘰𝘯-𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳/𝘚𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘤

It doesn’t matter the subgenre, there’s always one. They don’t believe a killers out to get them or their friends despite the fast growing pile of bodies, they claim there’s a natural explanation for the supernatural event terrorizing everyone, they just refuse to get with the program. This often combines with the cop or older-than-everyone-else character. Which one of your ocs will get killed by their stubborness before their loyalty?

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 '𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘟' 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 '𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘳𝘯' 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯..

𝘌𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘚𝘺𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘉𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 (𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵) 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 (𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭)..

𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 '𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘳𝘴' 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 '𝘥𝘰𝘥𝘨𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘦' 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯 '𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳' 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘠𝘦𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯..

𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 '𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘮'…

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[themoralgoats]

implied it several times before but the way s3 e4, especially nurse bendy’s part in it, has been turned into a shock value thing in itself kind of disgusts me