#I could go on and on but I won’t

[pussypounder2000]

extremely cold in our room but it’s so much better than the not-quite-warm of the rest of the house

[charlataninred]

Also before I shut up about this, I know they don’t get as much recognition, but I HIGHLY recommend watching the ASL interpretation of Kendrick’s performance. Matt Maxey ATE SO HARD.

If the link works properly it should go to just before not like us starts, bc I LOVE the energy here especially, but the entire thing is so fun

(I can’t seem to find the other interpreter’s name anywhere? If someone know it pls lmk and I can add it to the og post)

Edit: tysm to @river-lethe-tears for telling me the other interpreters name is O4, or Otis Jones IV, and that he’s who interpreted Lift Every Voice And Sing for Ledisi!!

[iniquitousyearning]

“i’m not a 🚩— i’m more of a ⚠️— because i warned you, i didn’t even try to hide it, you just chose to ignore.”

- these mfs

[chebyshevptera]

did someone say dragons rising s3 plasma …

[tamibae]

Natsu LOVES Lucy. And he’s just so obvious?? My boy does anything and everything possible for Lucy without her even asking??? And the way he hypes her up with compliments and defends her in front of other people???? Like who’re you to complain about my wife whenever anything negative is mentioned about her???? And AND the way he shows her that he needs her and verbally expresses his emotions with desperation?????

[giddlygoat]

mario + peach is such a good ship istg they’re so good. straight ship so good it feels gay

[shywhumpauthor]

A Whumper with fire powers branding their Whumpee not just with their name or initials, but their handprints.

Two palms scarred against either side of Whumpee’s neck, fingers wrapping around their throat in a collar that can never be removed. Hands on their sides, just below their broken ribs, a touch that will never relent. Fingers wrapped around their wrists in shackles that won’t be unlocked. A handprint against their face, cupping their cheek that had already suffered so many punches. The small of their back. A single hand just between their shoulder blades. Dragging down their thighs.

Just. Branded handprints.

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

Ponyboy didn’t cry at Johnny’s funeral. He wanted to, he really did, but he couldn’t make the tears come. He couldn’t feel anything, so he just looked at the grave in silence. He didn’t cry when he got home either. He just sat down in front of the shitty TV and watched whatever cartoon was on. He wanted to feel so badly. He wanted to be mad. He wanted to scream or sob but nothing would come. He was numb.

He went on like that for two weeks. He went on like that until Darrel pushed too hard and then he yelled. He yelled but he still barely felt. He didn’t truly feel until Johnny’s clothes were in his arms. He didn’t feel until he could still smell the smoke and grease and dirt that was so distinctly Johnny still clinging to the fabric. And the minute he felt, he wished it would go away. Because the grief and despair came over him like a tidal wave. He thought he couldn’t possibly still feel his heart break after his parents died, but smelling Johnny and holding his rough jacket, his heart shattered. Suddenly he was burying his face in Johnny’s stuff and gasping for air as sobs wracked his entire body.

It got a little better when he read Johnny’s letter. It got a little better when he started opening up to his brothers. It started getting better when he started feeling a little more ok. But then the one year anniversary came around and suddenly he was plunged back into his pure and unfiltered grief.

He spent the entire morning sitting on his couch, the rest of the gang, or what was left of it, there too. He thought he’d be ok, maybe he’d visit Johnny’s grave and talk to him, or read the letter again. But when he read the letter, the blood drained from his face as he realized that he no longer perfectly remembered Johnny’s voice. He sucked in air when he realized before immediately curling into Darrel and clasping a hand over his mouth to stop the loud sob from escaping. He spent the rest of the day like that, held by his brothers, Soda rubbing his back and Darrel quietly whispering out “I know, baby, I’m so sorry”. He could barely feel Soda’s touch or hear Darrel’s comfort over the ringing in his ears as he kept his eyes squeezed shut, trying to remember every mark on Johnny’s body and the way his laugh sounded and the way his hand felt, his cries getting more intense whenever he couldn’t recall the details. Because his best friend was fading away and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

[imnotditzy]

Since Fawcett takes place in the fifties (in my AU), and the Second World War ended in nineteen thirty nine, it’s not unreasonable for a good chunk of the population of Fawcett to be war veterans as their state had a large amount of survivors. But imagine the amount of traumatized young residents coming back from the war and just not being fazed by anything. Fawcett was so numb to all the weirdness showing up in their hometown, the veterans going numb from war, members of the community too busy or traumatized to care from the whole experience. The emotions families must’ve felt watching their people come back shells of themselves. Cracked in ways they can’t fix, with no way to make them the people they used to be. And then having to go back to regular life, Fawcett most definitely was struggling.

Maybe that’s why they like Captain Marvel so much, he’s a symbol of optimism after the lives they’ve lived.

[nellasbookplanet]

The fandom god discussion is interesting, but I feel it’s sometimes hindered by an unwillingness to separate gods from mortal society, or even a sort of over-eagerness to project our own reality onto them, which simply doesn’t work. I've seen the gods referred to as rulers or tyrants demanding worship (which I kinda understand because it’s something Ludinus says in-game, though it’s funny to see fandom corners confidently repeat the inaccurate talking points of the antagonist) but more interestingly I've also seen them referred to as a higher/the highest social class, as colonizers imposing themselves on mortals, the raven queen specifically as new money. Overall these comparisons tend to talk about the gods and their actions regarding Aeor in the past and predathos/the Vanguard in the present less as if they're about saving their own lives and more as if they want to preserve their powerful position.

The gods, by their very nature, are above mortals. They cannot be compared to any mortal ruling class because they didn’t choose or strive for that power and cannot feasibly get rid of it/step down/redistribute it (nor do they actually in any sense rule; killing the raven queen, unlike killing an actual queen, will not end the 'tyranny' of death), they simply have it by virtue of being gods. Saying that’s unfair or unequal and that the gods should be killed because of it is akin to saying it’s unfair a mountain is bigger than you and demanding it be levelled, except the gods, unlike mountains, are living, feeling beings who shouldn’t have to die because some people can’t stand the idea of not always being top dog. Thing is, the gods themselves ultimately understood this power imballance and that they can't help but hurt Exandria the way humans can't help but step on bugs, and thus removed themselves from the equation by creating the divine gate. Saying this isn’t enough and that they're clinging to power is just demanding they line themselves up to be killed.

[myokk]

Hi! I'm still feral for these two, would you mind giving us some art of them in their later years together!?

Hello angel!!!!

Sorry it’s taken so long to respond🫶🫶 but I wanted to draw some new art for this ask💓

We have: Sebastian and Eloise trying out their new fancy camera with a selfie, pictures of them with their daughter, and finally…idk I just always felt like this drawing is when they’re a bit older💓

I want to take this ask as an opportunity as well to talk a little about how I imagine their future (I have no chill & you can ignore this and just enjoy the art if you want😇).

I am a COMPLETE pantser - I never know how a chapter’s going to end when I start writing it (I always just have a few scenes I know I need to include to keep the plot moving forward). Although I have different *big* scenes I’m always writing towards, and themes/plot elements I’m always foreshadowing (shout out to @elliecutte for catching *almost* all of my hints and appreciating my general no chill😆), IM STILL NOT 100% SURE HOW I WILL END THINGS !!! 😳 I have a lot of endings I see as possible, and I think soon it will become more clear to me what will work the best💓

HAPPY ENDING:

Eloise and Sebastian become Unspeakables. I have a LOT of thoughts on this profession that could be its OWN post, and I feel like Unspeakables are generally specialized in one or two departments, but as their interests/research change they also change.

Eloise becomes an Unspeakable in the Mind and Death departments, with the occasional foray into Time. Her ancient magic is connected with all of these things (my version of AM is NOT like the game) & the Department of Mysteries is one of the only places that gives her any useful information about these things. Plus she thinks too much (it IS her hobby after all😆💓) and is very introverted so a hermit job like this is a perfect fit.

Sebastian becomes an Unspeakable as well, but I feel like it takes him a long time to specialize in anything, if he ever does. I just feel like becoming an Unspeakable is the adult equivalent of sneaking into the Restricted Section🥹🫶

They grow old together (I won’t explain TOO much) & have a lovely little family🥹 at least one daughter that they both dote on. Sebastian had an amazing childhood (idyllic until it wasn’t), and wants to give his daughter the same, and Eloise works hard to make sure their daughter feels the love that she never had growing up🥺

When Sirius is burned off the family tree, Eloise and Sebastian take him in🥹🫶 (they’re like 100 years old but WIZARDS LIVE LONGER…) The same happened to her all those years ago, and she wants him to know that his whole family hasn’t abandoned him.

Eloise LOVED her nieces - Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa - when they were younger, but as Voldemort becomes more powerful & people realize WHAT he’s doing, she has to separate herself from them. Her heart breaks seeing Bellatrix go mad, and seeing Narcissa engaged to a Malfoy out of obligation😔 (iykyk)

I haven’t thought any more about happy ending but I think it’s fun to think about how their future story might weave in with the actual canon events, ESPECIALLY since Eloise is a Black🥹💓

SAD ENDING:

After Sebastian gets his hands on Slytherin’s relic, it really starts to consume him and makes him even MORE obsessive than his natural tendencies - I imagine it similarly “talking” to him like Slytherin’s locket/horcrux did in Deathly Hallows (😳)

Eloise is deathly afraid of the changes she’s seeing in Sebastian and steals it from him (he would never willingly give it to her ESPECIALLY if it starts to feel like a precious item to him)

BUT the relic triggers the latent Black Family Madness in her - the madness that afflicts almost every woman in her family since…🤭 - and she herself starts to lose touch with reality. Her body and soul are already destroying themselves between the curse and the ancient magic inside of her, and the relic is what triggers it in her.

Sebastian becomes an Unspeakable, focusing on the Mind, in a desperate attempt to find a cure for his Eloise🥺

He never gives up his research, and sometimes when he comes home she is lucid and they talk about his research - otherwise, he just loves and takes care of her.

(He’s never successful in finding a way to reverse what he feels he caused in the first place - his ambition and single-mindedness is, to him, the reason why all of this happened)

Honestly who knows if I end their story either of these ways😌 I just love thinking of AUs and different endings and I have a few others I’ve considered as well!!! And whatever endings I don’t write will be immortalized on this blog and in my art as well🙏

[avemryss]

Slaps my lavellan this bad boy can fit so many abandonment issues

edit: uploaded the right picture lol

[stagefoureddiediaz]

There sure are some mighty big looking trees around Eddies new house - I wonder which one is gonna fall on him 🤔🤔🤔

[esmeraldablazingsky]

unwell about neuvifuri again because for 400 years furina has encouraged neuvillette to open up to humanity, to make friends, to communicate and love and take time to enjoy himself, and over time neuvillette must have realized that furina never really did any of those things for herself, as hedonistic as she might’ve seemed on the surface

throughout the entire archon quest neuvillette is increasingly confused and distressed by furina’s refusal to communicate or confide in him… he notes that there’s something she feels she can’t trust him with after the arlecchino incident, and after their argument in his office he admits that he just doesn’t understand why she won’t communicate when that is the foundation of a healthy relationship (I will bet money that furina is the one who taught him that in the first place!)

he’s clear with her, she knows everything about him, but it slowly becomes evident that she doesn’t trust him in the same way and it must just eat neuvillette up inside that his closest confidant, the one who showed him how to form relationships and open up to people, can’t do the same with him

[fuckyeah-bears]

I woke up to find a squirrel in my apartment this morning

[assiraphales]

fuck it. fantasy old western au where zoro is a bounty hunter chasing down outlaws & pisses off the wrong sheriff at a saloon (axe hand morgan). he’s sent to the stocks, hours from dying from heat exhaustion under the hot desert sun, when young upstart monkey d luffy (in search of a stockpile of hidden gold that infamous outlaw gol d roger hid in the mountains) enters the scene guns literally a blazing