#I assume this is a coincidence

[querro]

my favourite part of the decked out guests stream was the two-way "thats what she said" bit. and i havent seen anyone talking about it

[claraoswalds]

It's racist, my dear, to be blunt. People come from outside, they think we're all witches and druids. For God's sake, child, you walked into a piece of string!

[pipperoo]

kinda obsessed with the fact that grace isn’t in “go go nighthawks.” the person that came up with the whole plan to get back at max and to chop up and hide his body, is the one student that doesn’t reap the benefits from it.

her saying “mama i’m cured” only after she saw ghost max in her dream and thought he wasn’t sexy at all just shows how nothing changed for her after max died. it took that dream for her to move on. and it shows that those feelings were all grace and not actually max’s fault. (he certainly didn’t help, but he never made her have that fantasy)

i’m so curious about how those two weeks were for her

[stealingpotatoes]

gives you Darth Vader Mr potato head and runs off saying “ GIVE THAT TO LUKE OK BYE”

[spotsandsocks]

Vampire!Buck munching on cardboard because it feels kinda good

Eddie: Wtf are you doing Buck?

😆😆😆

Well that had just put a big smile on my face thank you - and now beloved anon I hope you read this and enjoy (based in same universe as my recent vamp! Buck fic.

“Can I have this?”

Eddie looks over his shoulder to see Buck holding up the box that Christopher’s new trainers got delivered in.

It’s an innocent enough request Buck must need to post something, so he says yes. Why wouldn’t he, it’s good to recycle after all.

It’s odd though because he spots it the next time he’s at Buck’s loft in the recycling bin. It’s definitely the same one because it has the same logo on it. Except it now has several dozen little puncture marks along the edges. Odd but not anything particularly worrying.

Except he finds the same puncture marks on not one but two boxes in the storage closet at the station the following week and then again in a cereal box in his own recycling bin. That one’s been shoved down to the bottom but the wind caught him as he was carrying it all out to the bins so he ended up collecting cardboard and paper from his front yard and staring at the now familiar marks in his own cereal box that he knew he hadn’t put there. It can’t be mice, the bite marks are too big, and that’s what they are bite marks. It looks like a cat has been chewing along the edge, he doesn’t have a cat though. What he does have is a vampire for a boyfriend. A theory starts to form along with a plan to get to the bottom of this little mystery.

He starts leaving out more boxes at home and at Buck’s, also at work to test the theory.

It’s not untill he’s letting himself into Buck’s loft that he gets to the bottom of it. As he walks in he catches sight of Buck behind his kitchen island, the door opening has his boyfriend jumping half way into the sky and spinning so his back is to the door. He had something in his hand. Eddie just catches the sound of something firm but not heavy hitting the ground as Buck turns back around, the perfect picture of guilt.

Trying not to sound too amused he asks his boyfriend casually“what ya doing?”

“Nothing.”

Eddie is well versed in “Buck” and that nothing was definitely a something.

He wanders over until he’s on the same side of the island and he’s looking down at their feet while Buck is looking anywhere but.

On the floor between them is a cardboard box. Eddie stares at his competition.

“Well I can’t say I’d expected to be replaced by the recycling.”

Buck pushes his shoulder with a roll of his eyes and a quiet “shut up” He’s a delightful shade of pink so he must have fed recently.

“Is this another stupid diet?”

Eddie manages to keep a straight face and is rewarded with the reaction he’d hoped for.

“Fuck off! That was a food plan!”

Eddie gives into the grin. “Sure thing baby, and the cardboard is???”

“I just like it ok. It feels good, fun. I like punching the little holes”

Eddie almost loses it when Buck makes a little biting gesture to demonstrate.

“Do you now?”

“Yeah.” Buck shrugs half a smile on his face, “I like making patterns. “

Eddie nods with an amused pout as he starts to unpack the shopping he’d brought over so they could cook, “ok then, don’t let me stop you, nibble away Picasso. ”

Buck scoops to pick up the box and toses it towards the recycling. “You’re hilarious- really”

“At least I know what to get you for Christmas this year.” Eddie smirks at the response.

“Don’t you dare!”

He does dare and gets his ridiculous adorable vampire boyfriend a range of cardboard boxes of various sizes, types and construction for Christmas. Buck pulls a face and throws a pillow at him when he opens his gift but his eyes light up anyway and he starts a range of experiments that keep him happy for hours as he works through the different textures to find out which ones are his favourite.

Eddie watches with a fond and indulgent smile. Chris shakes his head in despair and Buck with a delighted grin finally declares that a medium weight corrugated cardboard provides the superior biting experience by far; at least in terms of cardboard.

He makes it perfectly clear later that his top favourite thing to bite is still Eddie.

[thousand-winters]

This isn't a diss against anybody, but extremely funny to me I kept seeing people being impressed at Kit knowing Latin and Greek when all he did was translate 'Incipit'. That's such a basic ass word 😭 I'm so sorry. But of course he knows that lmao. It would be actually sad if he didn't after 3 years of studying the language.

[vickyvicarious]

20. pressing the other’s hand against their cheek, Mina/Lucy, for the hand holding game :)

11 August, morning.

"I am so sorry," Mina said again, fervent insistence in each word, and Lucy couldn't help but laugh. She had awoken late, and felt well rested for the first time in quite some time. True, it was a queer kind of restfulness - she could still vividly recall the strange, unsettling experience of the night before. The dream that had not felt like a dream, and the waking after which had felt so dreamlike. All the way home, she'd felt subdued and unsettled, easily led about by Mina like a thoughtless doll. Only worry for Mina's feet, and later fear of her mother learning of the misadventure, had truly been able to penetrate the fog around her mind. Once back in her own bed, it hadn't truly felt like falling back asleep so much as sinking a little deeper into waters she had been treading ever since Mina pulled her up from the depths.

It had been a weird and disturbing night, and her thoughts skittered away from examining it too closely. The pinch at her throat - and it was such a little prick, truly nothing for Mina to be concerned over! - was another reminder she would far rather leave behind than dwell on now. All the more given the way she felt so much lighter today, somehow. Perhaps it was simply the relief of such a dangerous event being resolved so simply, perhaps it was due to the deeper sleep in the wake of it, but this morning Lucy felt both more alive and more aware of being so than she had in some time.

It was all thanks to Mina. Dear, sweet, Mina, who even now could not help fretting about the tiny marks on her neck as though she had caused them with a deadly blade rather than a little pin.

"Mina - Mina," Lucy giggled, and caught up the hand hesitating against her collarbone in both of her own. "It's nothing at all. I don't even feel it. And I rather prefer it to the alternative; you know how I hate to be cold."

The joke did not seem to have the intended effect, with Mina's brows creasing even further in guilt. Lucy felt a sudden kinship with dear Arthur as she watched those little wrinkles deepen. Of course, she did not like what they told about Mina's distress, but the expression was so caring, it flooded her with a wash of deep affection for the wearer.

She tugged the hand she held up to her face, pressing it against her cheek.

"See, feel; I am not fevered. I am not suffering at all from last night, I promise. And it is only thanks to you that I am so well now." Lucy felt her voice tremble a little, and clutched Mina's hand a little tighter, guiding her own thoughts away from any dread of what might have been with the reminder of what had happened instead: Mina noticed when she was gone. Mina came to find her. Mina brought her safely home.

"I am so lucky to have you," Lucy whispered, and turned her face to nuzzle into the hand against her cheek. She closed her eyes, pressing a kiss to the center of Mina's palm. "Please, don't worry over me so."

Now that was a promise she knew her Mina could never honestly make. Lucy knew how closely she watched her. With her history of fickle health, she could hardly blame her, but it was so tiresome to always feel guilty for making others fear over her. She loved being healthy for its own sake. Having energy to dance, to play tennis and go on long walks, to properly enjoy a concert, to make conversation freely (when it was polite to do so, at least). Those were reasons enough, but chief over them all was when she could look at her mother or Mina and see them smile back fully without any nervous shadow hidden behind the expression. She counted herself lucky that Arthur had yet to see her in a period of weakness, if only not to have to see that look on his face as well. It was a boon she would happily give up to have him by her side now, of course, but the thought at least helped a little with missing him.

Mina was here though, and her brows relaxed a little, so Lucy kissed her palm again.

"Are you certain?" Mina asked softly, reaching up with her other hand to cup both Lucy's cheeks.

"Yes, silly," she laughed, and reached out to pull that sweet face closer and kiss it instead, once between each word: "Trust - me - and - relax, - darling."

Finally, finally Mina relaxed with a laugh of her own. "Yes, alright. Alright!"

She still didn't look truly happy, but that had been true since her arrival. Lucy could tell something was bothering her, but she didn't mind waiting. Mina would certainly tell her in time, and until then she was happy to offer distraction and comfort like this, instead. Lucky then, that Mina so obviously enjoyed it too - as proven by the way she continued to laugh with each break for air, and pressed forward eagerly herself as well.

Lucy drew back eventually... when she had to and no sooner. Grinning breathlessly at the flush spread over her friend's cheeks, she hopped out of bed.

"That's enough of that for now," she said, turning away towards her wardrobe. "I must get dressed. I want to go out today - the weather promises to be lovely."

Perhaps not the churchyard, today. And she would be sure to wear something around her neck if her dress alone did not cover the marks.

She'd rather Mina not be reminded of anything to make her worry again.

[weedle-testaburger]

every good friday I think about that line from outnumbered where ben's like 'why would you call a day where someone got cruficied 'good friday'? that's not good! why didn't they call it something like 'ouchie friday' or 'oh no I'm being cruficied friday'?'

[bestworstcase]

I was rewatching the various instances of the silver eyes and. Maybe it was just stylization, since it was the first instance, but it is interesting to me that the time ruby uses it after being active witness to a death is also the only time (as far as I'm aware) that the light behaves similarly to wings (with how it sort of unfurls from in front of the camera, it's always looked like wings to me)

Could just be stylizing, could be because she watches pyrrha die, idk. It is interesting to me though, since in other instances it's just shown as a circular AoE of light

what interests me abt that is, the glare atop beacon tower is meaningfully, materially different from every other glare we’ve seen in that ruby is in a coma for several days afterward. and then her memory of the incident is “i saw pyrrha… and cinder… and then everything when white. [���] i remember… my head hurting,” and when she’s asked how she feels right after waking up she indicates that she’s in pain. “i kind of hurt all over.”

rewatch that moment on the tower again, but don’t look at her eyes. look at her HANDS. there is light coming out of her HANDS.

her whole body is glowing. not only that, but it’s physically strenuous, too! ruby doubles over in anguish as her eyes begin to glow and then her body wrenches upright and she flings her head back in this almost convulsive way—it’s as if the light is ripped out of her. and that hurts her very badly: she remembers her head hurting, and then she’s comatose for several days and wakes up still aching everywhere.

this glare is also much more powerful than any of the others we’ve seen; the leviathan demonstrates that petrification with the gentler-to-the-wielder ‘circular aoe’ kind of glare is temporary, and that tracks with maria’s petrification of the nevermore in midair (so that it falls and shatters before it can break free). but the wyvern is petrified for good, or at least for quite a long time.

given the glare’s interesting relationship with the threshold between life and death (and my ‘floodgate’ theory)—the fact of this visually-unique, extra-powerful, injurious-to-the-wielder glare coinciding with the moment of pyrrha’s death is probably not an accident. especially not when you take into consideration that ruby keeps having flashbacks to pyrrha’s final words—which ruby did not see or hear—and hearing pyrrha cry out in her dreams for months after.

imagine you have a deep bowl filled with water with a little spout near the rim such that you can gently tilt the bowl to pour out a small stream of water in a controlled fashion; imagine what would happen if you began to pour at the exact same moment as someone else dropped a big rock into the bowl. what would happen? the kinetic energy of water displaced by the rock would force more water through the spout much faster than normal, and some water would slosh over the rim too. i think pyrrha’s death interacted with ruby’s glare to similar effect.

[sessai]

Batman #1 on trending and Danny Phantom #2

Ok, what happened now?

[some-stars]

didn't want to kill myself even once today and i wrote 950 1500 words, we are so fucking back y'all*

*assuming i haven't just jinxed myself anyway

[aroaessidhe]

2025 reads / storygraph

This Gilded Abyss

fantasy/thriller/romance, start of a series

gilded-age fantasy world where a rare magical substance is mined deep undersea

a sergeant struggling with grief and trauma of her best friend dying in a mine collapse, is asked by a young royal (…her ex girlfriend) to help her investigate a strange murder - on the luxury submersible heading exactly where she never wants to return to

when there’s another massacre, confirming their suspicions that it’s caused by an illness inducing a violence craze, they have to find a way to survive, trapped on the ship until it arrives at the undersea city

[beneaththebloodylake]

the hair is even the same colour

[sunshine-and-her-ikevil-stuff]

Started downloading Ikerev. You know what that means!

My first impressions of the characters based on the downloading screen profiles!

Noticeably there are less profiles here than other Ikemen games I've played

Ray Blackwell:

Nothing stands out about his appearance, at least with this image. He doesn't look/seem like a king, but for all I know 'king' might mean something else here.

Fenrir Godspeed:

This one looks more interesting 👀 I feel like I have a good sense of his personality just by looking at him. He seems fun

Lancelot Kingsley:

"I am not immune to pretty blond men with blue eyes and sad faces."

I am currently most attracted to him, but that might just be because he reminds me of Elbert (ikevil). We'll just have to see if I like his personality

Jonah Clemence:

Pretty. Not my type of pretty (unless he were a girl), but conventionally pretty. He intrigues me.

I almost feel like I need to do a first impressions based on the prologue or the opening video because this isn't a lot of characters in comparison to the cast I saw in the opening video

[avispraeda]

So tumblr is very upset with the idea of sharing a link so fuck it!

Through The Keyhole Chapter 2!

Funnily enough, this is going up for a VERY DIFFERENT REASON from what I said in my last post. But I guess that it works out anyway!

The Clover Family arrives, and I go cringe in my little frosty hole as I anticipate canon coming along and breaking my kneecaps.

[pynkhues]

I hope this doesn't seem like a pressuring ask but I was curious if you were planning to finish like a dogless bone? Under the circumstances it's understandable and within your right to leave the fic incomplete but I was wondering if it was going to be completed. And if you choose to update please update at your leisure, I support you whatever you decide and I know many other readers also support you and want you to be safe.

It doesn't seem pressuring at all, anon! Honestly, I haven't opened the doc since that last round of threats and harrassment on Thursday, which is kind of a bummer, because I suspect that was a part of the intent, especially given I increasingly do think those negative comments on Ungodly Hour were probably from the same cohort of people. I do still plan on finishing it though, and am actually even planning on having a look at it this afternoon, so wish me luck! :-)