#He is DIRT POOR

[shrimpalbuspotter]

I'm sorry why do so many Marauders fics have Snape hate and be rude to poor people. What the fuck. What the fuck is happening here.

[pepemoon]

It is said that the Boogeyman often appears in the dark, hiding in closets and under beds. But not this one. Tommy was so sure that man was within his walls. But lately, he isn’t even sure that was true. Especially tonight, after the loud siren blaring.

[nyoomerr]

the authorial intent was to get that man wifed up

[girlishwhimsies]

me whenever i think too much about dallas winston being a black man in the south in the 60s

[budd-ie]

The number one most endearing thing to me about tgcf is the way the flashbacks make me feel like I’m watching Hong-er grow up. I feel like I’m watching a montage of that trembling little kid gather every ounce of courage and strength the world has to offer and slowly learn how to become somebody he can be content with. Somebody who has likes and dislikes, desires and preferences, and especially the freedom of choice, the freedom of anything, really. So now when I see Hua Cheng, legendary ghost king Crimson Rain Sought Flower, all I can see is that little kid who grew up. And that kid was always loved by the one he wanted to catch up to most in the world. He achieved exactly what he wanted and he deserves every ounce of power he’s acquired.

[bonesdontmelt]

Kaiba and Pegasus are simply equal but opposite magnitudes of rich bastard

[backpackingspace]

Odysseus showing up to the troy pre-game with less men/ships then everybody else, very finely dresses, and with ten years of food supply (hello prophecy he and Penelope received): no no what are you talking about this is all the men we have don't you know Ithaca is nothing but a very poor island. These clothes look so good bc Penelope made them herself and she is also blessed by Athena. That's right we don't even have slaves to do such tasks for us (lies. They both just like making shit for the other) no I absolutely didn't over pack on food what are you talking about this will only last us till we get to troy because it's going to be a short easy war right? That's what you're promising me. Please remember I am from a very poor island of rocks.

[valkyurii]

leonard appreciation post

[gjsxj0]

mindless rambling in tags don't mind me

[the-brucest-fan]

Here's your monthly Luigi sketch, although a little late, hehe 😅

Sorry about the delay, my mom, sister and I saw the Barbie Movie yesterday and we came back home late, so I couldn't get a nice picture of the Luigi sketch, that's why I had to wait until today to take the pic (the natural light makes the pictures I take of my drawings look better.)

But anyway, I've been wanting to draw something like this for a very long time. This is based on what would've happened if Luigi found out what happened to Mario on Rainbow Road, he would've been devastaded thinking that his big brother was gone. But later he learns by Cranky Kong everything Mario went through to get Luigi back, and after hearing this, Luigi would find a new motivation to free himself and everyone else from Bowser's prison. He wouldn't let Mario's efforts to be in vain; Mario never gave up, and he wasn't going to give up either.

[frnkiebby]

24 please it's a nice number!

frank isn’t so sure about that~🎃

(the game)

[justwantedtoscrolldown]

Just heard an advertisement on the radio about a detective agency (reminded of the ADA)

Anyway, there was a part where it said something like "our employees are high quality bodyguards with a lot of experience, they will ensure your protection and security"

I imagined the camera panning out to dazai, on the background is footage of his past crimes... i mean, experience

Then it goes to kenji while he's swinging around a stop sign

Then to the tanizaki siblings... To whatever it is they're doing

Then the advertisement said "we have high quality technology to ensure your safety"

Camera pans out to katai, in his futon, starting at screens, kunikida scolding him

The closing remark is just ranpo saying their motto with a mouthful of candies while a distant sound of chainsaw and cackling can be heard

Then it ends with atsushi staring, confused, kinda horrified at the ad he just saw

[deanpinterester]

now that i've read the ballad of songbirds and snakes book i'm gonna rewatch the movie and see what happens

[nemo-me-impune]

I'm tipsy would anyone like my interpretation of the class dynamics at play in BBC Ghosts for the benefit of a US audience?

[rekucchi]

This is written to fulfill Eternal Venor Discord Group Challenge. The theme is ‘Introduce your OC’.

Here we have you finally meeting up with Aylarik after 6 years of no contact at all here.

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You roll your shoulders. Sadly it doesn't do much to cure your stiff shoulders. Lately you’ve been taking a part time job as stocking assistant and it really hurts your back and shoulders. The pay is good, though, and it won’t interfere with your other part-times.

It hasn’t always been like this. You used to live a more carefree life. You used to be able to have any decent sleep and you didn't have to hurry back to your place to catch some snooze before your supermarket shift in few hours.

It’s all because of that traitor, the lavender-eyed traitor with his gentle smile. You still remember the sweet way he used to call your name. How he used to stroke your hair lovingly. How he betrayed your family…

Rage fills your head. You massage your temple before it starts to hurt. Remembering that man is bad for your health. Even the crisp fall air feels contaminated now. It’s as if you can smell smoke in the air. You can even see it in the area.

Isn’t that your apartment?

You run as fast as you can but unfortunately it's too late. A lot of people gather around the small plot of land where your apartment used to stand, Looking above their shoulders, you can see that the fire have been put out, leaving charcoal mess all over the place.

“W-what happened?” you ask one of the firefighters.

“Short circuit,” the stout man replies. “Happens a lot with old buildings like this. It must have happened at night when everyone was asleep. Luckily no one seems to be home.”

Well, yeah. That’s because you are the only one living inside.

“What will happen to me?” you ask.

“Calm down, we’ve contacted the owner of the building. He is coming here soon. He might be able to do something,” the firefighter tries to soothe you after noticing your apparent distress.

True to his word, an expensive car soon arrives at your location. Looking at the state of your ramshackle apartment you wouldn’t have guessed the owner is a rich man. He could’ve invested in some repairs—not that it matters now.

The man coming from the car is even flashier than the car itself. It feels like looking at someone from the fashion magazine trotting down the street. Yet it is not his eclectic way of dressing that takes your attention, but his lavender eyes.

Pools of pale purple like venom that will kill anyone coming close to him. He is the one responsible for the pain you currently have in your shoulders and all your suffering for the last few years. He is the reason you had to flee the glamorous life you’d had. The man who told everyone you were dead along with your father. The traitor who gives you phantom headache each time you remember him.

What is this man doing here? Is he going to kill you too?

The people that have gathered surrounds him when they notice who the man is. Who knows, the owner of the rickety apartment in the suburb is Mr. Aylarik himself. THE Mr. Aylarik who is the right man of Count Christian Murat himself. Mr. Aylarik who has been fighting for the rights of his fellow familiars in the parlement. The rising star amongst the elites who is famous of his pretty face yet pristine reputation.

You try to escape until you bump into a familiar face. It’s the lady who lives next door. She helped you a lot in the past so you can’t just pass her by.

“Oh, darling, are you okay? I’m sorry for what happened to your apartment,” she says. She then talks about how she wanted to contact you but didn’t know how. She also talks about Mr. Aylarik. You don’t have time for this.

“Actually, I’m in a bit of a hurry,” you tell her.

“Where are you going? Mr. Aylarik is here and he is the owner of your apartment! You should ask for some refund, dear," the compassionate lady says, trying to help.

“No, I need to go…,” you insist but she grabs your hand.

You are still on a tug war with her when suddenly a refreshing voice like summer breeze rings out.

“What happened?”

He still has the same voice—after all these years. The same voice he had when he called your name or told you goodnight or said that you are everything in his world. Even now he still looks as convincing as he was back then. Concern fills his beautiful lavender eyes and his eyebrows are furrowing on his beautiful face.

Your head hurts.

The lady besides you immediately fixes her appearance the moment she notices him.

“Oh, Oh my God! Here she is, Mr. Aylarik, this young lady is the one living in the burnt apartment!"

You peek a gaze into the tall man. He is smiling politely, he doesn't look like he recognizes you.

“Ah, so here you are. I'm glad you seem to be alright.” His large and warm hand is suddenly squeezing your shoulder, defeating any of your attempts at slinking out of the scene.

“We’ve been wanting to renovate the building for some times but I’ve been busy with the new regulations and there are just so many things we need to prepare… it’s especially hard to find building with similar price around this area. Also…”

“That’s okay sir, fire tends to happen with old buildings like this,” you interrupt him.

Aylarik smiles at you.

“That’s right. That’s why I was asking… do you have anywhere to stay? If no then how about staying at my place for a while?”

The images from 6 years ago fill your memory. Your dad on the floor, his blood everywhere, you don’t even know what killed him. You remember this man chasing you, calling your name over and over, begging you to come back.

Living together with the same man? No!!

Before you can reject him, though, the lady besides you interjects.

“A-are you sure Mr. Aylarik?? Do you mean the house that you just built earlier this year?”

“Yeah, that one,” Aylarik says. “There are several people living in it but it should be fine to house one more person until we can rebuild your old apartment.”

Your neighbor lady looks at you with envious eyes.

“You have to take this chance, girlie! You won’t have to worry for your rent for a while!”

“Ah, no..,” you stutter. The official wrote off your father’s murder as an accident. What will they write off yours as? “It’s okay… I’ll be fine on my own.”

“What are you talking about, aren’t you struggling with money?” your neighbor says. “This isn’t the time for pride! Winter will come soon and you will freeze if you sleep outside! You should go with him!”

“No, I can’t go with him… it’s too much…”

“Are you afraid Mr. Aylarik might be a bad man? Don’t worry girlie, everyone who knows him loves him! You will be fine I guarantee!”

“I don’t have any bad intentions,” Aylarik adds while waving his hand, looking dejected. “Also there are other people living in that mansion. It’s not like there will only be the two of us there.”

“I’m… I’m not going…,” you say, losing arguments. The iron smell of red blood staining the carpet at your father’s study fills your mind. Your head really hurts.

“You should stop being so stubborn…,” the lady keeps on coaxing you. What does she know anyway? Why does she keep on interjecting you when you speak? Does she not know this is a matter of life and death to you?!

“I SAID I’M NOT GOING SO I’M NOT GOING! WHY DO YOU KEEP FORCING ME TO GO?!”

Your throat feels very dry after yelling like that. Your old neighbor looks at you with a surprised face, not saying anything. Your surroundings is also very quiet. The crowd—who have been looking from the start—looks at you with mixed expression. No one wants to talk.

Aylarik is still smiling. Even in this unsettling silence he doesn’t lose his cool. In fact, from his too-wide smile you get a feeling he knows this will happen.

Oh no. You made a mistake. You should've kept your cool.

The silver haired man closes the distance between you and put his palm on your cheek.

“Oh, poor girl… I think her mind got affected…,” he says.

“That’s right… it must have been hard since you’ve always been on your own. You suddenly show up without family nor friends, we were worried about you, girlie. Please take Mr. Aylarik’s offer,” the baker lady says.

“It’s okay, Miss. We have doctor in the mansion. You will be fine after a check-up session with him,” Aylarik says again. He grabs your shoulder again and steers you towards his car.

“No, I’m not going with you!” you start to panic. You try to escape from his grasp but Aylarik’s slender hands are much stronger than they look.

“Please, please help…!” you scream. The crowd, however, is silent. Everyone looks at you with a look of concern. The baker lady, the firefighter, the newspaper boy, the gossipy housewives, all of them thought you are a poor young woman with a mental disorder. With the crowd watching, you are forcefully ushered inside the car.

[jazzically]

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