#Judgment of Man

[itspileofgoodthings]

one of the things that continues to strike me on reread is how much the character of Darcy, and Austen through him, finds Mr. Bennet dead. And how much Elizabeth, in growing and changing and discarding her past blindness, has to move past her way of seeing her father and thus of seeing reality, because the two are connected! Darcy’s letter exposes her father’s flaws to Elizabeth in a way she’d never been able to see before. Most especially the way his laziness and neglect of his own gifts have hurt his family and that ultimately he doesn’t. care. Not enough to change. It literally says that she comes home from Hunsford and tries to laugh at her sisters’ and mother’s folly (the way she used to; the way her father has taught her to by example for her whole life) and she can’t anymore! It sticks in her throat. She is grieved by the failures that she sees in him, all the more so because she IS his favorite and she loves him! And the thing about Mr. Bennet is he never changes. The Lydia/wickham situation exposes to him sharply his own conduct and the consequences and he feels it! Because he is neither stupid nor unfeeling. But he, like everyone, has free will. And he chooses not to change when the opportunity presents itself. He even jokes about how quickly his feeling bad will pass and how soon everything will go back to normal, to his laziness and his selfishness. He is set in his ways and he serves as a contrast to Elizabeth’s personal journey because he embodies a version of a person she could have become and was in danger of becoming if her only goal at all times was to laugh at and judge people from the sidelines.

[rottentricks]

𝔻𝕠𝕝𝕝’𝕤 𝕁𝕦𝕕𝕘𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥

Story recap

- 𝔼𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟. 𝔻𝕠𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙’𝕤 𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣. 𝕌𝕡𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕖𝕝 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖, 𝔻𝕠𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕣'𝕤 𝕒𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤, 𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣. 𝔻𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕛𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕪, 𝔻𝕠𝕝𝕝 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕠𝕟, 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕖, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕒 𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥.

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Just a fun little au I been thinking about for a while, might write about it? Idk I just thought she would look cooler as DD

[fallen-goldfishcracker]

Part of the reason I find Wyll to be such a compelling character is that he is such a good person, but in what I think is a kinda unique way. 

I've seen a few criticisms of how quickly Wyll seems to switch sides in his initial confrontation with Karlach; how fast he goes from convinced he must kill her to letting her live. For me though, this makes perfect sense. 

The decision Wyll makes in that confrontation not actually whether or not to kill her; he has to decide whether or not Karlach is innocent, but once he's confirmed that, it's not a question.

He commits so quickly to Karlach because he doesn't have to choose whether or not to kill her in that moment; he already decided seven years ago. 

Because at seventeen years old, he decided he would sacrifice anything for the safety of others. 

At seventeen years old he decided that his own life, comfort and happiness was never worth the cost of someone else's. 

And so at twenty-four, he learns the devil he's been chasing is a person, and a victim, and an innocent, and the decision is already made up. 

Because Wyll Ravenguard at twenty-four is who he was at seventeen, and twenty, and ten. 

And to me that's one of the coolest things about him.

There's a separate post I'd like to make about how Wyll never loses his childhood wonder of the world- and I think there's a very similar principle here. Wyll grew up hearing stories of knights who slay monsters and heros in shining armor, and he took those stories and loved them and held them close to his chest. 

And then he's seventeen and a devil asked him if he wants to be a hero, and he's not an idiot; he understands the price of saviourhood so he says yes. 

And so when he meets Karlach, it's never really a question of if he'll kill her. It's just a matter of him finding the courage. 

Because he says "you don't know what you're asking of me" and he's absolutely right, we don't. But Wyll understands the cost; he's understood it for seven years. I'll bet anything that when Wyll Ravenguard made his pact with a devil to save tens of thousands of souls, he promised himself and his city and his father who wouldn't listen that he'd only ever use his pact to help and be good, and when it comes down to it, he sticks to his word. 

Because above all, Wyll Ravenguard is a man who knows who his is and what he beliefs, and who sticks to his principles no matter what, and for me that's incredibly compelling.

[gh0st-lie]

SIR!?!?!

THE STANCE! THE HAND ON THE HIP! GYYYAAAD DAMMNNNN

[bananadramaaa]

is it bad that I find your jean- marie beaupré (alastor's dad) attractive?? And I also found Philip's dad (Thomas wittebane) attractive???? How do you make such attractive blonde people!?!? 🙄

It's not bad, but Thomas is definitely a better choice. JM is losing it in the worst way possible—he is an unstable individual, to say the least.

[lover-of-mine]

Buddie Countdown to Season 7:

34 days.

[ironshieldchild]

it's the fact that they keep thinking about each other, even during the end of the world

[jichanxo]

hanawa i'm losing the twerk off i need daidoji backup immediately

[rheasbrvtality]

TRUTH 😭😭😭

[halcyonfiction]

WHEN I CATCH YOU HOSHINOOOOOOO

Stop LOOKING at him like that jfc!!!! Allen you idiot turn around that man isn’t just making heart eyes he is laser beaming at you with love

[thegoodmorningman]

Happy Friday!!! Let your passion incinerate all obstacles!!!

[devilsskettle]

another thing that pissed me off today was reading letterboxd reviews of the substance by men saying it was too on the nose basically like it hits you over the head with the “shallow, overdone” theme of beauty standards for women in the entertainment industry or whatever and it “doesn’t have anything else to say” (i was under the impression that that WAS the premise of the film??? what more do you want it to say). one guy was like this movie ignores the body positivity movement and the great strides we’ve made as a culture etc etc like shut the fuck up!!!!! shut up!!!!!! apparently you haven’t noticed that we are actively regressing in terms of the body positivity/body neutrality/anti diet culture movements.“beauty” and makeup culture, diet culture, plastic surgery, and other trends and social mores that dictate women’s appearances are extremely ingrained in our pop culture consciousness rn. marketers might use different terms to disguise what they’re doing like the bastardized “choice feminism” but it’s just the same shit repackaged and we’ve barely made any progress. if you think we’re past the point where “beauty standards are bad” is a useful message in a film, you are wrong!!!!! i haven’t even seen this movie yet, i was trying to decide if i wanted to go see this movie, and that attitude just rubs me the wrong way. it’s like trying to find an excuse why people don’t want movies with overtly feminist themes — is it “too on the nose” and unnecessary or do you just not want there to be movies with overtly feminist themes

[pandorasfavorite]

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AN: Dominik is a baby when he is sick

You may push Dominik off the bed if he keeps this up. It's 5 am and he's kicking the blankets on and off his body. At first, he just tossed it off, but the more he did it the more aggressive it became. He kicks it off again, this time the blankets slide off your body too. Any other time Dominik would be holding you in his sleep, but tonight he moved away claiming it was "too hot". You turn over on your side to check on Dominik, "Honey what's wrong", you grab his arm and he is burning up. So much so that you rise up more to push Dominik to lay on his back and let you feel his forehead. He grunts and sighs as he lays back on the pillow, he is only wearing a pair of shorts and his shirt has already been peeled off.

You feel his head with the back of your hand and once again he is burning up, the fever was a high one. "I think I'm sick", he says in a raspy voice that sounds like he hasn't had a sip of water in months. You purse your lips in concern, without a doubt; Dominik was hot to the touch and was uncomfortable. Of course, you needed to jump out of bed and get everything he needed to feel better. The real problem here was that you weren't exactly sure how to help him. After long deliberation and stares at Dominik; you settled on getting up and getting a cold wet rag from the bathroom.

You move to get off of the bed only to be held back by the wrist on the way, "You don't need to get up" Dominik croaked. He sounded winded and tired, as if moving his arm was enough to knock the breath from him. You looked at him with pity. Dominik thought about how he was troubling you, how you should be asleep and getting your much-deserved rest. He was too tired to open his eyes and plead with you, but he could at least hold you back from spending a night taking care of him. Dominik refused to burden you if he could control.

You turn back to face him, only to bring his hand to your lips for a soft kiss. "Dominik you are sick, and I bet you can't get out of bed", you tell him with absolute certainty. He huffs and just barely squints up at you; his feeble attempt to stop you again. "Baby please", he whispers in a low sick voice. His chest is burning and his throat is sore, just speaking is putting a strain on Dominik. What hurts the most is that you aren't lying on top of him, asleep soundly. You sigh at his resistance and you kiss his hand again before peeling him off of you.

You wade through the house to get the cold rag and some medicine for Dominik. Ultimately you came back with more than needed. A rag was placed onto his forehead and Dominik instantly relaxed at the cool feeling. You take another rag; dipping it into the cold water bowl, and swipe it across his chest. You watch the way Dominik's chest rises and falls, he is no longer dripping in sweat and his face is no longer screwed up in discomfort. You wipe him off the best you can before a sharp yawn drifts out of your mouth. Dominik eyes snap open; that was his reminder that you were still awake taking care of him. He shakes his head and takes the rag from your hand; placing it back into the bowl. "Lay with me", he whines out and pulls your body to him.

You attempt to pull back from his advances; reminding Dominik of his symptoms. "Dom you're burning up, that will only make you feel worse", you reprimand him. He shakes his head like a disobedient child, pulling you on top of him completely by the back of your arms. "Just lay with me Hermosa", Dominik pleads whilst moving his neck for you to have more room to be all against him. When your face pressed to his bare chest, the weight and feeling made Dominik feel so much better. He smiled into your hair, all while the rag was still against his forehead, nearly slipping off by all the movement. He wraps his arms around you and he begins to drift off to sleep; comforted by your breathing matching his own.

It's safe to say Dominik woke up with a start. A needy start if you are being honest. He craned his neck to kiss your forehead repeatedly, successfully waking you up just as he intended. You turn away from him; groaning at being woken up; like you do every morning. You hear his laugh and his deep morning voice just beside your ear. "Good morning", he whispers in his raspy voice (that you have to admit is definitely hot). "Let me guess, you have to pee", you grumble into his chest. He kisses your forehead once more, linger there for a moment, "You know me so well mami". You turn your face into his chest to hide the slight blush that raised.

You sit up and pat his chest before getting up and walking into the kitchen. You put a few pieces of bread into the toaster and you also brew some tea in hopes it will help Dominik's throat. You hear the toilet flush and the sink water running. So it was no surprise when Dominik walked into the kitchen and slung his arms around your waist. This was his normal behavior but his grip was less tight and he simply laid his head on your shoulder instead of talking. You turn around in his hold to face him, "Still feeling bad?" you question him while pressing your hand to his forehead once again. He simply nods and goes back to pressing his face into the crook of your neck. You and Dominik both sway in the kitchen until the toast pops up and the kettle whistles.

He sits at the table, still shirtless and in boxers just as he was last night. You bring over a coffee cup filled with tea and a plate of toast you hoped would settle his stomach. You sit beside him; watching him as you sip on your own tea. He looks at you from the corner of his eyes, "You aren't gonna feed me?" he grins. You lightly smack his arm and you point at the toast waiting for him. His hand slips down to your thigh to rest there, "Come on mami". God, he knew how to get under your skin....and how to get his way. You give him a look but you still pick up the toast to bring it to his lips. His smile was victorious, to say the least.

You put the toast down to get up inside the medicine cabinet. Dominik's face drops at the liquid form of medicine. "No pills?", he grimaces at the sight in front of him. "Nope", you pop the 'p', "this is all we got babe". Dominik looks at you with betrayal and raised eyebrows. "I'm not taking that" he argues.

"You are"

"Am not"

"You are", you give him a pointed look.

"On one condition", he holds the hand that has the bottle in it. You put a hand on your hip, but you motion for him to keep talking anyways. He breaks into his familiar and common shit-eating grin, "Give me a kiss". You swoop down and give him a kiss on the cheek, then pointing to the medicine bottle now on the counter, just before walking into the living room. "You know that's not what I meant mami!", he hollers after you. Dominik swipes the medicine bottle off the counter with attitude and walks into the living room. He throws himself on the couch and between your legs. He lays back against your chest, laying his head directly onto your boobs. He smiles and tilts his head back, bringing the medicine bottle up to your eyeline, before opening his mouth.

Afterward, you screw the cap back on and you roll your eyes at Dominiks cute but childish behavior. "Now my kiss, a REAL kiss if you don't mind", his teeth poke out as he smiles. A huge smile graces your face, and you lean down to kiss his lips, The position may have been awkward considering he was looking up at you from your chest and you were looking down at him. But it was soft and fun-loving, just as you hoped.

[podcast-hemocytoblast]

tma au where the apocalypse ritual doesn’t work because there’s one (1) typo in the statement document at the very end. Like Jon reads the whole ritual but it fails because the last line says “I opem the door” and so the door opems (not a real word in English) instead of opening and from then on any time Jonah Magnus shows “his” face (not actually his, because he is old and a face-stealing whore) in public everyone points and laughs at him for making a typo in the evil fear apocalypse ritual

[mostlikelytofangirl]

Yes, I love Jin Guangyao. Yes, I also love Nie Mingjue. We exist

And we want them to fuck