#IMPOSSIBLE TO FORGET

[travelersrest]

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[bisclavaret]

a day late to my 6 years on t anniversary ✨🏳️‍⚧️ a short comic about looking back

[panicfast]

dickhead! \(^o^)/

[somerandomcockroach]

[forzathunder]

"I have many fears, most of them about Lucrezia." — Cesare Borgia (The Borgias, 2011-2013) + hints of insecurity

that she adores someone that much / if she will reject his dark nature and act of love and violence as Ursula did / if he truly is not part of her desires / that she easily forgets him

[honorhearted]

Emma was fond of speaking; that much had been apparent long before now, but the frustrating fact was she actually spoke wisdom rather than hot air. Ben listened to her in silence, his jaw tensing every so often whenever he wished to interject.

"What we can do for our friends usually is… try to warn them and protect them as well as we can even when they don’t listen.”

Finally, he could no longer remain silent. "I have tried all that, and people I love still died," Ben tightly said. "I gave fair warning...I gave advisement, but it wasn't enough. I see your point -- I do -- but how many more must I lose? Have I already not paid my due?"

He was being selfish; he knew he was, and yet the thought of losing Anna or anyone else on top of his best friend and brother left him sick to the stomach. "I never said I wanted them to be mindless followers," he murmured. "I just wish they would listen when I tell them what's dangerous and what isn't. I am in charge of their welfare -- me -- so if they go against that, I feel I've failed them."

Pressing his lips together, Ben opted for silence for a moment, almost relieved when Emma shifted the conversation back to Regina.

"Couple of days I’ll be gone, and while I appreciate your offer, I’m willing to bet that by the time you are done with yours, you may not even remember I exist.”

Unable to help it, Ben huffed. "With all due respect, you are not the type of woman who's easily forgotten. Whenever I make a promise, I follow through. That's nothing I take lightly. But very well..." He inclined his head. "If you don't wish for aid, then you don't have to accept it. But the idea of your loyal subjects seeing you as weak for being human is absurd. Every ruler on this earth needs sleep. It isn't a failure to rest, just so long as that's not all you do."

Emma was shaking with silent laughter, he noticed, which was quite the shift in demeanor. With a faint smile of his own, he quipped, "I'm beginning to think you like being insulted. Not that I was, of course -- not intentionally -- but if you keep that up, people are going to think that's what you want to hear."

She could painfully relate to never wanting to be out of control, for so many ways, especially when people’s lives were at stake. Unknown to her close ones, she didn’t know how many days she had spent barely allowing herself to eat while fully focused on making plans for the next year, from the kingdom’s fields to the markets, checking that no matter the natural or human disaster there’d be enough gold coming in to cover expenses that weren’t strictly about survival - like her orphanage, and funds to help people hit by calamity of any sort - or trying to make sure she wouldn’t forget any party that would offend the host. And most of those things could have been delegated. "But the thing is… anyone we try to control for any reason is someone whose choice we are taking, and by doing so we are depriving them of the most important thing: their freedom. We do it out of love when it’s our friends… and yes, I’m happily throwing myself into the mix here, because I sometimes do the exact same thing with mine, but by doing so we risk losing their affection bit by bit, unless by the end they decide we were right, and even then resentment can build up. If someone lives or dies for a cause… in the end what happens to them cannot be made into our responsibility because it would… steal their own choices from them, we don’t get to do that, the same way nobody gets to claim that we died because of them, because we are our own people and we make our own choices. What we can do for our friends usually is… try to warn them and protect them as well as we can even when they don’t listen,” she paused, thinking about it. It was a topic she had had to consider many times before. “And friends are meant to undermine you, in a way. Because they love you enough and are loved by you enough to push you. Now, superiors and people who work for you… that’s a different story altogether and a problem. But with friends… Trust me, you don’t want to have only friends who will follow your orders and you can control, there can be any long-lasting closeness there. And you can’t live without people close to you, no matter how much it may hurt when they run headfist into danger, because what would you be by the end of that? Untouched by the pain of losing them but equally untouched by love and hope? That’s not a life anymore. Although as I say this I do so aware that I’m the most reckless one in every group of friends I make so it’s easier for me.”

She nodded as Benjaming showed rightful anger over what Regina had been doing. But he also offered to help, and she broke into a smile, beaming at him. “That is very, very kind of you, Major. She doesn’t have that many people who follow her anymore, we have been taking many down in the years and she can’t exactly find new supporters, given that my parents are known to be good in the deepest sense of the world and she’s a tyrant. I’m looking for her, but… well, doesn’t matter now. Couple of days I’ll be gone, and while i appreciate your offer, I’m willing to bet that by the time you are done with yours, you may not even remember I exist.”

She didn’t need sleep, she needed to take a breath from thinking about the future of her kingdom - and her own. “I’m the future queen. People look up to me and worry about me, I can’t… show I’m overwhelmed, the rare times it happens. They may get scared that I won’t be able to protect them. Or worse, they may get scared I’ll get hurt, I don’t want anyone to feel… bad.”

Taking the chocolate she tossed it into her mouth, as always all too pleased by the taste to hide the happiness that a bite could give her. He stil managed to let out another insulting comment, which had her silently shaking with laughter, and she closed her eyes before hiding her face behind her hand. False hope. She wished she knew him long enough to elbow him for that.

[metamorphic-stranger]

Horrible Idea: Pasta shaped like the correspondence, rendered incorrect for safety by some entirely dissolvable material. You pour it into water, it dissolves, leaving only the correspondence sigil, which ignites, boiling the water, and cooking your pasta.

[crystallizsch]

This is Halloween, this is Halloween Pumpkins scream in the dead of night

PASSES AWAY. i am blaming this post by @anbaisai 😔💪 i am simply not immune to dancing prompts

[gingersp1ce547]

Q!pac’s goal of becoming his best self, a stronger version of himself being displayed by this new archer skin makes me feel crazy because look

Look that the similarities between these two skins. The crossbody strap that covers up the logo’s of their shirts. Fingerless gloves on their right hands and a more bulky almost gauntlet like glove on q!pac’s that emulates q!fits prosthetic arm. The jeans.

Q!pac’s idea of his best version of himself is one so innately and intimately tied to q!fit as if to say that he cant fully be that version of himself without q!fit.

[ukulele-mixtape]

here's to hoping this joke makes sense in the next 24 hours LMAO

[travelersrest]

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[dadralt]

Ciri remembering people important to her

Bonus:

[jessmalia]

― Mary Oliver, Thirst

[peter and edmund version]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I'm sorry I let down my guard.

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[ghostorbz]

I hope nobody has done this yet