#RIGHTT

[bonnieisaway]

if they don't kiss this season will they ever? will they ever.

[vinnyandthephenomena]

he likes me mean right? :3

[explosiveunderscore]

Sorry to tell you this but your boyfriend unfortunately is indeed considered a cop

[sugar-fur]

guys it’s so genover.

[smashboxgirl26]

AND ITS OVER

WHAT

[francrows]

"Would, say, the Most Powerful Warlock To Ever Walk The Earth be able to do stop the rain?"

"I think that would be a bit harder to explain than the shirt, Lance. Or the pie. Besides, messing with the weather is not the best idea."

"But could you?"

"Oh, for sure."

[pigeonxp]

bro ur telling me some ppl saw the shooting scene, saw buck scream and crawl under a ladder truck and drag eddie out from under it, and thought "they arent meant to be together". ur telling me ppl saw the LIGHTNING STRIKE scene, where eddie climbs up the ladder screaming for buck, tries to DEFY GRAVITY and LIFT BUCK UP, and ends up PUSHING BOBBY OUT OF THE WAY to get to buck, told the doctors to do more than their best, and then counted and remembered exactly how much time, to the second, that he had to live in a world without buck, and they THINK THAT BUCK AND EDDIE DONT BELONG TOGETHER. LITERALLY YOUVE GOT TO BE WATCHING SELECTIVELY

[drewsarms]

guys…😵‍💫

[cupiidzbow]

we’re autism4autism have i ever mentioned that

[foetp]

well. i rewrote that bit at the end there

izzy is dying in ed’s arms. a seagull circles overhead as the crew mourns him. buttons? the light is leaving izzy’s eyes and he stops breathing. the bird lands on him. a few moments pass. then, miraculously, izzy jolts awake. his bleeding slows and then stops. he’s gonna need some time to heal, but he’ll live.

zheng forms an alliance with the crew of the revenge, and they wind up being a little mini-fleet of 3 ships - one captained by zheng, one captained by stede (with izzy as first mate), and one captained by spanish jackie. the crew of the revenge stays together (except the swede who’s with jackie), but of course there’s plenty of time for them to mingle with the other ships.

ed starts his inn by the sea, neighboring mary and anne. he gets frequent visits from the zheng/stede/jackie alliance, and slowly his place becomes something like a new, more peaceful version of the republic of pirates. lucius and pete decide to quit pirating and start a family, and they get jobs working for ed at the inn. and, after many years of pirating and adventuring, stede settles down at the inn as well.

fin

[mute-call]

What is her problem? What is she trying to prove? That he's nothing and she doesn't need help, even from what she thinks is herself? It's ridiculous, and it's going to get her killed one of these nights.

Steven has never been this frantic about a potential injury, not even during the last few moments of his own life. It never mattered to him very much whether other employees got hurt, whether he got hurt, or whether the company continued and continued to wrack up "incident reports" instead of fixing any of the numerous issues with their tech. That was always just how things were, and over time it became all too easy to numb himself to the horrifying reality of his life.

But dying has a funny way of changing one's priorities.

He looks at her with genuine desperation, hoping she'll wise up within the next few seconds and save him an "I told you so" once she's stuck haunting these halls with him. But-- no. It's too late. This was all so frustratingly avoidable, and Steven grinds his teeth together as he prepares for a last-ditch effort to convince Susie that killing this one isn't going to help.

And then the door shuts right in Chica's face.

"...wh-- did I do that?" Bell blinks, confused, and presses at the hall light button. His hand passes right through as always, and nothing happens. ...no, he's pretty sure he hasn't suddenly manifested control over his surroundings; the only thing he's ever been able to successfully manipulate after his corpse got removed from the premises is his office telephone, and there's no reason for that fact to have changed now.

"Hold on, did you do that?" She's here denying his existence, and all the while she's-- she's--

"Are you, uh, magic...?"

Maybe that's it. She's not a medium, she's some kind of witch.

"I take it back, I guess you do have things under control after all."

He takes a deep, nonexistent breath, and leans back against the closed door. She nearly had her face smashed through with crossbeams, and all she can say is "go away" again. Steven will give her this, at least-- she's consistent.

"...okay. You got me, you don't need help. I didn't realize I was dealing with-- with telekinesis." He had said he'd leave her alone, but does that mean he has to leave the office itself? Where is he supposed to go, the back room? That place always makes him feel out of sorts, like he's drifting in and out of awareness and time. He always expects his body to be there, waiting for him, and it never is.

"I'll shut up." There. A compromise. He'll stay in the office, but he'll do his best to keep quiet for as long as he can. ...which probably won't be very long, admittedly, but still.

"...but, y'know, a thank you might be nice. ...alright. Shutting up starting now."

❝ Oh, sure. Plenty of people believe in ghosts, but that doesn't make them real. ❞ [Like Bigfoot or Loch Ness -- supernatural phenomena had never been proven, but they were almost encouraged by the society around them. A psychic wouldn't tell you that your loved one is gone; they'd just give you false hopes and fake messages. None of it was real...it was just comfort.]

[Admittedly, his reasoning was more tempting than she'd care to admit -- but out of fear for her crumbling mental state, she wouldn't cave. She was confusing herself with her own logic at this point, but it was based around a simple fact: ghosts weren't real. She should really just stop trying to twist the apparition's words and try to focus on the task at hand.]

❝ Y'know, if I believed in this sort of thing, I might actually think you had a point. Unfortunately for both of us, I think having a psychotic break is way more likely than seeing a ghost. ❞

[Strangely, the "ghost" seemed to genuinely consider her offer, though he didn't seem certain about what he wanted. In fact, it seemed like this idea hadn't even struck him yet. Maybe she'd actually stumbled onto something -- maybe this would be the key to being left alone by her own machinations.]

[But it wasn't that simple -- it never was, was it? His sincere appreciation caught her off-guard, but following it up with the answer that she should "keep him company" brought her back to reality. Of course. Of course this figment of her fucked-up mind would insist on her talking to it. There was just no answer here! Hell, if she didn't have a shred of rationality left, she might just give up and follow his advice. It didn't seem like her mind would last much longer anyway.]

❝ You're right -- that's exactly the opposite of what I wanted to hear. ❞ [April groaned, exasperated. What else could she do? Clearly, she didn't have the mental fortitude to just ignore him, so she was stuck. Great.]

[The "ghost" conceded to her logic, surprisingly. They'd both been pretty damn insistent on their own truths thus far, so hearing that she'd diminished his point felt odd. Maybe this was progress? Maybe she was having some kind of impact? Though the way he phrased "playing along" made her head ache -- stop trying to piece the puzzle together, April, just do your job.]

[Speaking of which...]

[April flicked through the pizzeria's cameras; Freddy was in place, Bonnie was in the closet, but Chica had vanished. April scooted her office chair towards the right door, reaching for the light -- but she was interrupted by the grating instructions of her delusion.]

[April huffed, the overarching and overbearing presence infuriating her. She didn't need to be governed over, 24/7. She hoped that following his advice would shut him up, but not before shooting him a glare, taking her sweet time to prove a point. She was fine. She could handle this. Even she recognized that there would be a good moment before Chica could even enter her office.]

[Upon hearing a footstep, however, April jumped in her skin -- too long. She'd spent too much time trying to get her point across. Fuck, she was so stupid -- proving a point to a HALLUCINATION? She frantically turned to the door, but before she could even graze the button, the door shut on its own. April blinked; it was probably the building's faulty wiring, like a flickering light or a stuttering fan. Yeah. She could believe that. Whatever it was, it saved her life, so...cool.]

❝ ...Huh. ❞ [April stared at the door, trying to regain her composure. It was fine now, right? She'd done her job. So why did she feel so anxious?] ❝ Well, would you look at that? Door's closed. Now, will you leave me alone? ❞

[echosong971]

can’t believe they made his hair longer but didn’t let me tie it back smh smh

[dumpfrontdesk]

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[superkitten-poison]

how insanely difficult it must be for vaggie to dedicate every single day to helping the woman she loves work towards a goal when no matter what she just fundamentally cannot apply the basic beliefs behind that goal to herself. everyday she's in awe of how inspiring and beautiful and amazing charlie and her ideas are and thinks about how she too, in a way, is down there at all because she does believe people have the potential to be good, to be better even if they are sinners. that it doesnt make their souls worthless. but she just cant internalize that it applies to her, too. how could it? she knows what she did. she killed hundreds, thousands, indiscriminately, for years. you can't redeem that. nothing could ever redeem that. she's way past the mark of cruelty and harm almost any regular human could even feasibly Do and that makes sense because she isn't human. the hotel is a second chance for people and she doesnt get one because she's not a person. she's an exterminator. she's a monster. she's an angel. and no matter what, she always will be.

[angstphilosophy]

[propalitet]

by : @thestarryskiesofpalaven