#I WANT THE PAIN

[greatpistachiopie]

I just finished watching the finale of Critical Role's Downfall, and like, I've been keeping up with everyone's thoughts and spoilers before I watched it cause I was just so giddy to know what happens. And I'm surprised that not many people are talking about that last scene with Trist and Arcadia, who SPOILERS, was actually Asmodeus that whole time. Brennan KNEW exactly what he was doing when he said that last "I love you" as Arcadia/Asmodeus to Trist before she left the room with all the scrolls.

THE PARALLEL of that scene with their memorable "I love you" when they were still in that vessel of light. The way Asmodeus said that before they became Real. And the way he said it again, many years later, after so much hatred and pain and destruction he caused to his dearest sibling, before he betrays her and all the other Primes AGAIN.

The deception that "I love you" holds. The TRUTH that it holds. The complete tragedy of this eternal family. Like the ouroboros relationship of Torog and Melora, of torture and creation. The same way it is for the Everlight and Asmodeus, of redemption and corruption.

It's all so fucking tragic, and so fucking beautiful. The way Matt and Brennan made these gods so so beautifully complex was so masterfully done, and I love that we got to witness such a deep and powerful lore of Exandria in the most heart-wrenching way.

[ghostie-sam]

I need someone to make a fanfic alternate ending to SPN (or if there is one tell me) where like Dean and Sam die and show up at the Harvelle’s Roadhouse with everyone there waiting for them.

[chronicbeans]

I just had a random thought I'd like to share with the Batman Fandom:

I want a short comic where it's about Victor and Nora pre-illness and before he became Mr. Freeze. I know the story is already tragic but I want to know more about their relationship so I can hurt more.

[my-coven-is-claudia]

if i dont violently sob watching the s2 finale im genuinely gonna be so infuriated

[dogsrotten]

"you slept with her , didn't you ?"

[queenboimler]

what if in the coma episode the only time we see eddie is buck watching a news report of a firefighter being killed by the sniper with eddie's face flashing across the screen

[w0nderland]

listening to: the alcott

[frenchublog]

[zillychu]

what if his suit WASN'T shrink wrapped

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[o0kawaii0o]

no mercy 😭

[valtsv]

my main advice for writing an enemies to lovers relationship is to resist the urge to make the characters' loathing and attraction mutually exclusive opposing forces. it's okay if they're getting weirdly into it and having Thoughts whilst also sincerely wanting to kill each other with hammers.

[rapidhighway]

But if your favorite character isn't on the floor panting and dying and in horrible pain in a terrible situation then what's even the point

[redpapercraness]

to lose you

[glassrunner]

"There is no prize to perfection, only an end to pursuit. In all timelines, in all possibilities... only you can show me this."

JAYCE AND VIKTOR | ARCANE S02E09

[bruciemilf]

There’s something off about Bruce.

Dick’s eye is trained for detail; He has to calculate every leap, every step, every breath, every count. He’s a showman. Everything is routine, and routine is everything.

Injury isn’t unusual, especially for his father .He out stubborns Tim in resisting medical examinations, after all.

For Bruce, secrets are protection. He lied about every injury he had when Dick was Robin, suffering in silent agony as the pain grew and grew, a tradition he carries on from Jason to Damian.

If Bruce screams, it’s bad.

“God fucking dammit, how the fuck does he do this? Who the fuck breaks their femur AND just carries on? Jesus FUCKING Christ.”

Bruce curses under his breath, profanity hushed. Dick’s veins freeze, blood turning to stone. He guesses his shock is obvious because Jason mirrors it to perfection.

One; Bruce doesn’t curse.

Two; He definitely doesn’t curse in a jersey accent.

The unease is pungent. Alfred practically tastes it, vitriolic as anything. His chest is taut, pulse slow, “Sir,” it’s cautious, “Shall I prepare the supplies?”

‘Bruce’ waves his hand, voice gruffer, lower, smokey, “Yeah, thanks, babe,”

Alfred blinks. And whoever pretends to be Bruce, blinks back, almost like a deer being cornered by an English hound, smile a bit boyish and unsure.

“…Thomas?”

“… Okay, you’re gonna laugh—“

Dick is reeling, because apparently:

His dead grandparents have been possessing his father throughout the years and they, wards to the best detective in the world, never caught on.

“Look, I get you’re pissed, BUT,” It’s so unbelievably weird watching Bruce be so expressive;

His hands move energetically, like they have their own voices, and his rain soft voice catches on fire when his father talks through him,

“This IS 50% MY body, technically.“

“Thomas, dear, that is not how that works. Come now, you’re scaring our grandchildren.”

And Jason’s voice is uncharacteristically soft when he speaks, more posh, more elegant . That is not his brother.

Alfred passes out, to no one’s surprise.