#I don’t like him in this era

[strwberrykisses]

that’s a lesbian couple if I’ve ever seen one

[agirlwiththoughtsandnegativity]

oh sorry you’re right I forgot that an album specifically had to cater to everything you like and nothing can be different and it all has to be up to your crazy standards which you change everyday. and she better not put her real feelings on it because you don’t like what she feels. it can’t possibly be good because it’s not the one you imagined in your head so it objectively has to be horrible! And the rest of us can’t like it either we’re delusional!

[moonlightdancer26]

Sometimes I forget how young Snape was in Philospher’s Stone, I always see people saying “17/20 years ago” when referring to Lily’s death or SWM happening. So I always immediately think of him as being in his mid thirties all throughout the books, while forgetting that he was actually 31 in the first book. Lily’s death had just occurred 10 years ago, and then he was forced to teach her child who looked exactly like the man he hated most but also had her eyes. Damn.

[mlmarint]

not me actually thinking eddie was REALLY JUST dreaming

like i was absolutely SHOCKED when marisol and chris walked in. I LITERALLY HAD TO PAUSE THE EPISODE TO PROCESS THAT SCENE LIKE AN ACTUAL CONVERSATION THAT HAPPENED????

not even for a SECOND i thought kim would could actually change her hair and pretend to be like what??? a ghost of a mans dead wife,????she met him like a week ago??

the level of insanity that this plot is like WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

this is it

this might be the end of my eddie apologist era

[alluraaaa]

lance being a jack of all trades had such good potential. a guy who’s decently good at everything but not amazing at anything who only sees the lack of perfection. he’s always someone’s second choice because there’s always someone better, and he acts out and builds a persona of false bravado to cope with that. that’s why he’s so proud of being the “cool ninja sharpshooter,” because it’s the first thing he’s been the best at that’s useful in a war

there could have been an amazing character arc about how being good at things or being the best at something isn’t indicative of someone’s worth. the team doesn’t love him because he’s a great shot and a good paladin. they love him because he’s lance

and idk if i’m swinging at a hornet’s nest here (defo would’ve been in 2017) but that’s why i don’t like black paladin lance lmao. lance isn’t the best choice for black paladin, and that’s okay. leading and strategizing are things he’s good at, like so many others, but it isn’t his forte. with his wide skillset and smooth adaptability, he’s the perfect fit for the role of support as the guardian of water. water is liquid! it fills in the gaps!! while everyone else has a dedicated Thing, he picks up the slack to make the team stronger!!!!!

and if we’re looking at this through a klance lens, there’s a lot to say about lance’s fabricated rivalry. keith was (at least in lance’s eyes) absolutely perfect. a perfect student, a perfect pilot, able to effortlessly do things that it took endless practice for lance to get decent at. of course lance starts to hate him, who wouldn’t in that position. not to mention the months spent being constantly compared to keith. to have keith— that keith— fall in love with lance would be so narratively delicious. to have someone so seemingly perfect look up to you? to have someone so seemingly perfect show he isn’t by being vulnerable and open and trusting you to not to be cruel? chefs kiss MUAH

ummm tldr blue paladin lance forever and ever and also the full quote is “a jack of all trades is a master of none, but oftentimes better than a master of one.”

[moonagedaydreamsofrhiannon]

MARAUDERS FANS LET JAMES POTTER BE A LITTLE BIT OF A CUNT PLEASE

[yaralulu]

i know we always joke about what happened to all the money lucien made in spring as emissary but do yall think when tamlin sent lucien all his belongings he also sent him all that money 🧌?

knowing him he probably did and that for some reason makes me wanna throw up a little.

[sandersontheside]

contrary to what you may think “I Won’t Say I’m In Love” from Hercules is not the Disney love song for prinxiety. the titular track from Beauty and the Beast is. not only because the lyrics hit:

“barely even friends/then somebody bends/unexpectedly/just a little change/small to say the least/both a little scared/neither one prepared”

“bittersweet and strange/finding you can change/learning you were wrong”

but also because Virgil is initially perceived by the other sides as a villain, as monstrous, and his arc is all about acceptance both from them and from himself, learning both to love and to be loved. Just like Adam/Beast. and because Roman is Belle coded—head in the clouds and obsessed with stories, craving adventure and desperately looking for something more than this provincial life. you get it.

[miabucky]

just read an interview from the director about how we’re apparently supposed to LIKE john walker. THAT was them writing him as likeable. maybe it’s just wyatt’s acting or something but i have never been so put off by a character in my entire life. the villainy just radiates off him. unsettling costume self-righteous attitude violent outbursts literally written like every fascist extremist ever. and they want me to pity him ?? to find him likeable or fucking redeemable?? FFFFHDJNE like i have absolutely no history with that character i have no reason to dislike him other than the fact that he is so deeply unlikable. i know “likeable” is a personal opinion but mostly im concerned for the people that like him. i genuinely cannot comprehend what people saw in him in that show to make them like him. as a person, not as a character. he’s a really cool villain and everything i’m just confused that people are treating him like a victim or a straw man. he used lethal force on civilians. he wanted to use sam and bucky to legitimize his claim to the throne. he sees that shield as a symbol of patriotism to a broken nation, a military, not to people. he feeds into every negative stereotype about captain america that steve refused to bow to. he is the american imperialist that the military wants, that steve would never be because his heart is too full of altruism to have any room for ego. the foundation of captain america is the idea of being a good man. without that, captain america is just another tool for the military industrial complex.

[betterthanbatman1]

Going to marry Jorge Jimenez’s Jason Todd

[serpentarius]

a lil lovestruck Armand 💕

[ki1ldeer]

Classes started… already sick of this (I haven’t even been to my first class yet). Drew my boys to decompress ✌️😞

[eddiebuckley-diaz]

Desperately hoping that Eddie does not become isolated by the end of the season because I’ll cry.

This man needs to feel loved and I bet by the end of the finale that he will come to grips that Kim isn’t Shannon and he’ll need so much support and love 🥺

Let Buck give him the tightest hug ever and tell him he’ll be okay please

[faceless-mistake]

Marauders obsessions so bad that my keyboard has started to autocorrect even to Evan

[jesuistrestriste]

i refuse to be indoctrinated into the nicholas chavez cult hrrghhh i refuse i refuse i ref

[smilesrobotlover]

Whumptober day 25- being monitored

This isn’t as good as the others but I think it’s decent enough :) hope y’all like it. Finally getting Benji angst

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The sun was bright against his eyes, the sky white as he walked through the green grass. He watched his little boy frolicking through the flowers, occasionally plucking one to poke at the petals. His legs moved towards him, and his little boy looked up at him with the biggest smile his tiny face could muster. He always looked at him like he was his whole world, his big brown eyes overflowing with love and admiration—a daddy’s boy forever and ever.

Then he was gone. In a split second, before he could truly appreciate what he had, he was gone. He looked around, trying to find his little boy, calling his name desperately, tears forming in his eyes as he searched for him. He finally spun around, coming face to face with his son. Except he was different. Years had passed, the innocence and wonder in his face was gone, and the love and admiration was replaced by shyness, as if he was a stranger. His boy still had the same features; big brown eyes, round and freckled nose, soft face. But he looked different from how he was before. So much has changed.

So much has changed.

And he missed everything.

It was all his fault.

He wasn’t there for him, he didn’t protect him. Fathers were supposed to protect their families right? How could he have failed such a task? His own son, his wife, both of them suffering because of him.

It was no wonder why his boy’s eyes held nothing behind them when he looked at him. What was there to give?

“...ake up…”

He wanted to say he was sorry, for everything, but the words were caught in his throat. His mouth opened but no sound came out, he gestured with his hands but there were no words to gesture to.

“...en…ji…”

He tried and tried, but with the way his boy looked at him with a blank expression, it almost hurt worse than an angry one. It would mean nothing, it would solve nothing, and he knew that. Deep down he knew that.

“Wake….p…ease….”

His words would ring hollow, would go in and out their ears. They say it’s fine but he knew it wasn’t true. He saw the pain in their eyes, the prolonged sadness, the way they changed after it all happened.

It was never fine. It could never be fine. He failed them as a father, as a husband, as a friend, as a brother, as a son, as a protector….

He failed them all.

His little boy continued to watch him, and all he could do was to reach out to him, tears in his eyes as he rested his hand on his boy’s round cheeks.

“I…” His voice finally rang out, echoing through the place. “I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?”

He frowned, the voice being deep with a slight twang to it—that wasn’t what his son sounded like. His boy reached up and grasped his hand, leaning towards him.

“You need to open your eyes,” he said, his soft, high voice mixing with the deep one.

“W-what?” Was all he could say.

“Open your eyes, Ben.”

“My… eyes?”

“You need to wake up.” The world grew dark. “You gotta open your eyes for me.” He felt like he was floating. “Just feel my hand and return to that.” He felt something grasping him, and he finally opened his eyes.

The sky was blue, and all he saw was Talon looking over him with a relieved look on his face.

“Thank the goddesses. You nearly gave me a heart attack, Benji!” He said, putting his hand down.

Benji’s eyes felt like they were bulging out of his skull, and he looked around him, seeing that he was on a destroyed ship deck with the shouts of people trying to get to safety. He smelled a strong scent of fish and sea water and saw Linebeck’s coat draped over him, and he sat up, looking around.

“Are you ok? Are you hurt?” Talon asked.

“Wh—where am I?” Benji asked, ignoring his questions.

“I—we’re on the boat, remember? That monster attacked you.”

Benji paused, then the memories of the creepy lake monster dragging him away came flooding in. Right.

“Ah. Right. That.” He mumbled, scratching his head.

“Are you ok?” Talon asked again, and Benji shrugged.

“I–I think so.”

“You’re not hurt anywhere?”

“No. I must’ve passed out for some reason,” Benji said, shrugging again.

“For some reason?” Talon repeated with a small smile, and Benji couldn’t help but chuckle slightly.

“Yeah.”

“Well I’m glad you’re ok, Benji,” Talon said, resting his hand on Benji’s shoulder. “But I’m gonna keep my eye on you to make sure there’s nothin’ serious goin’ on. I’m afraid that thing did somethin’ to ya. Like a concussion or… venom that makes you pass out.”

“Uh, my head doesn’t hurt, and I don’t feel any puncture wounds…” Benji narrowed his eyes, his back suddenly feeling naked. “Where’s my guitar? It didn’t fall into the lake did it?”

Talon rolled his eyes and pulled it out, handing Benji’s precious guitar to him. “It’s fine, it never left your back.”

Benji let out a sigh of relief, holding it close to him and plucking the strings. Thank Hylia Faima made it indestructible for him. As if acting on instinct, Benji positioned his guitar in his arms, plucking the strings in a somber lullaby, with Talon watching mesmerized.

“Wow, the skill is incredible, Benji. I’ve never appreciated it enough,” Talon murmured, watching as his fingers danced across the strings effortlessly.

“It takes years of practice,” Benji explained, “and a little bit of your sanity being sacrificed.”

Talon let out a hearty laugh, leaning against his arms. “Where’d you get all those songs you play anyway? Do you just make them up?”

Benji shrugged. “Sometimes. I like messing around with different tunes. But I mostly get songs from people I’ve met. They just play the tune for me and I remember.”

“Oh!” Talon sat up straight. “My Link does that. His ability to just… hear a song and then play it effortlessly on his ocarina is incredible!”

Benji smiled, nodding his head and he continued the song, the somberness from his strange dream sinking in as he played.

“I tend to play when I’m stressed. This song I’m playing is… It’s one I wrote,” he started, his voice quiet, “I wrote it for my son when he was little. I called it ‘Orchid’s Lullaby’.”

His voice cracked suddenly, and he dipped his head in an attempt to hide the tears threatening to fall. Talon only stared, clearly trying to think of how to respond.

“It’s a beautiful song,” Talon finally said softly, “I bet he loves it, yeah?”

Benji’s playing slowed until his arms wrapped around his guitar, his head resting on the body as emotions ran through his mind chaotically. Yes he loved it, he always did. Benji remembered the days of him playing the tune on his guitar, with his baby boy resting his head on his lap, occasionally singing softly to the plucking notes. Goddesses, if he could just relive those moments one more time.

His body shook as he cried, the feeling from the strange dream lingering in the worst way possible. Talon remained silent as he cried, but he moved closer to him, wrapping his arm around him. Benji melted into the embrace, allowing himself to be held despite how humiliating it felt. And they remained like that for a while, with Benji sniffling and hiccuping like a child. Goddesses, he rarely cried. It felt terrible.

When he finally slowed down, he pulled away, wiping his wet and sticky face. Talon patted his back, giving him the most gentle expression he’s ever seen.

“Um… sorry about that,” Benji whimpered, and Talon scoffed affectionately, rolling his eyes and rubbing his back.

“Oh don’t ever apologize for that, Benji,” he said, “Sometimes we just gotta let it all out. Are you ok?”

Benji sighed, rubbing the tears off his guitar. “I just miss my son.”

Talon laughed. “You and everyone else. I hope I can find those darn Links soon. Those kids always make these old men worry, huh?”

Benji smiled slightly and nodded. “Don’t—uh—don’t tell the others about this.”

“I won’t. But you got nothin’ to be ashamed of.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Benji muttered, wiping a tear off his guitar before plucking out a more lighthearted tune, breathing deeply in order to get his emotions under control. Talon simply watched, carefully watching his face and movements as he played. Though he could feel Talon’s eyes blaring into him, Benji’s focus turned to the music; the tunes he played, the slight sting to the tips of his fingers, his hand moving from string to string, it was a good distraction. But he knew it was only temporary, it always was.

He only hoped that he could find his little boy soon. Despite the pain he believed he caused him, he still owed him protection and safety. He had to find him in order to keep him safe.

It was a father’s duty after all.