#THE DEVASTATION !!!!!!!!

[forgetful-nerd]

Behold!

The my “kicked puppy” collection

[yaralulu]

I often think about that moment where lucien comes up to tamlin after the war and tamlin just walks away without a word because up until that point tamlin hadn’t seen lucien since he left.He’d spent this whole time believing lucien had betrayed him and he knew he was staying at the night court but now he’s seeing lucien for the first time in weeks and suddenly it’s so real.Lucien is right there but he’s not standing by his side like he has for years—no he’s standing across from him right next to his enemies,their enemies,the very same people who destroyed the spring court,and he’s on their side wearing their clothes showing everybody exactly where his new loyalties lie.He’s one of them now.And the betrayal is so blatant and the pain of it too deep that tamlin can do nothing other than walk away.

“Loathing simmering in his green eyes”. “The guilt,the devastation,flicker in that russet eye.”

THE ANGST ?????????????

[jesterjunkie]

Also called The Lightless Flame, The Torturing Flame, The Devastation, The Blackened Earth, The Ravening Burn, Asag. The fear of pain, loss, burning, and destruction, especially with a senseless cause. Followers are enriched by destroying the lives of people who had things to live for, and destroying things before their potential is realised. Manifests as fire, wax, heat, burns, destruction of potential.

[tiredfoxtf]

The Devastation, the destroyer of existence itself.

[kickbutts-singsongs]

AH FUCKKKK FUCK FUCK FUCKKKKKKKKKKK NOOOOO I MADE MYSELF SAD AGAINNNNNNNN

Bnha extra chapter spoilers

ABBA’s “The Winner Takes It All” and it’s Katsuki talking about Izuku with Ochako 😭😭😭😭😭

The connotationssss THE CONNOTATIONSSSSSS

[talistheintrovert]

JOONG IS GOING TO KILL ME

[velvetlilith777]

guys i finally found a decent priced bad omens flag and it sold while i was sleepING

[sadiegirl2021]

I was aiming for lighthearted for my next chapter and now I'm sitting here crying!

Why does the angst just want to be written!?

[aurillio-thoughts]

crying on the train watching percy jackson

because percy is childhood me. the 12 year old kid just beginning to truly understand his family and how he’s different and how hard that is and also how full of hope and love his life still is

because luke is adolescent me. the 19 year old kid disillusioned with that same family and trying to build a world without them and not knowing how to do it and making all the wrong choices and waiting to burn the world down around him for letting his family abandon him

[kanerallels]

Listen to Till Death by Barcelona and just think of kanera

OH H E C K

Yeah so that is. Really really good. PAINFULLY so but augh I love it so much I love them thank you so much for this ask

[wytchsbrew]

Razer: Yeah, Aya has been teaching her about Earth’s Justice League this week. 

Hal: OH OH REALLY???? Kiddo, who’s your favorite Justice Leaguer?! Is it Uncle-

Razer and Aya’s daughter: I love Green Arrow!!!! And and and and Batman!!! They’re so cool!!! 

Hal: You… you know Uncle Hal is on the Justice League, too, right???

Daughter: Yes.

Hal:

[papercutsunset]

Hiring On

related to: The Mayor Deviation

Here's another 1000-word schlock for @flashfictionfridayofficial that I had energy for this morning and then fumbled (whoopsie). It's related to the Foot Scene from The Devastation of Ben Baker; and the Tracy mentioned is the same Tracy who walked the Kenlys' children home (the nanny). Ideally, there'd be more internal monologue, but I wanted it to be snappy.

CW: Some discussion of a guy crossing sexual boundaries (nothing depicted, but it is discussed throughout).

I slap the phone into the receiver. Without a moment's hesitation, I call out through the closed door, “Dan!” 

No response. Fine. I’ll corner the coffee-making bitch.

A firm yank opens the Bifrost between my cluttered Earth and his hyper-organized Valhalla. I lock eyes with him and grin. “I may have gotten us a job.” 

“Meaning?” he chuckles, pouring creamer into an oversize mug. 

“Meaning I'm talking it over with her tonight. She's got a day job; she's skittish. I would be, too, if I worked for Todd Kenly.” 

His face goes blank. “That Todd Kenly?” 

“In the flesh.” 

“She’s Tracy Attar? The girl? As in, that Tracy Attar?” 

“The one and only.”

“Oh, god.” His skin goes pale. “Tell me you'll be careful, Chick.” 

“Hey, maybe I'm his type.” 

“You're not his type.” 

“I'm young, I'm blonde, I'm perky—” 

“You're going to be late for your other job—” 

“That’s a quality he admires!” 

“Because the man's a pervert!” Outrage spills into the unmixed creamer, splitting the broken popsicle stick more than it should. 

“Either way, between his arrest and that weird thing on the news last week—” 

“What, about his stepson?” 

“So weird that he has a stepson.” I shake my head. Conservatives all have rattling closets. Todd Kenly’s creaked open and yellow light showed he’s a foot fetishist with a hard-on for breaking and entering. The senator he's married to? She had a whole life before him— and now that both their lives include a son with some major rage issues and a weirdly tall hick stepsister. Go figure. “You man the phones; I'll go make some money to cover my rent; and we will see what comes of Todd Kenly, right?” 

“Yeah,” Dan sighs, mug at his lips. “I suppose we will.” 

“Good. Now— I am gonna be late for work.” Gill has never once cared. I do. “I'll see you at four.” 

“See you at four. I'll be here. Doing my job.”

“Playing sudoku. Thinking about your wife.” 

“No sudoku. I'm doing crosswords today.” 

“Oh, my apologies.” I wave him off haphazardly as I eyeroll out the door. He waves goodbye in the same fluid moment. 

On my way out, I almost bump into someone. She’s not just any woman. The sunglasses despite the rainy northern California weather, the habitual athleisure zipped up to cover her new-fashioned garments like the hip, down-to-it Mormon she pretends she is, the brown hair pulled up and back in a swinging ponytail, the clinking cup of water, the perpetual flicker of anger behind her eyes— I’d know Senator Rosanna Kenly anywhere. 

“Jesus, it’s just a day for the Kenlys,” I chuckle, pulling the door open wider to let her in. “Sorry about that. I was heading out.” 

“No you weren’t,” she decides. 

“I… was, actually. I have to go to… work.” 

“For Gill Spellmeyer? No you don’t. As much…” The door closes; she looks at Dan over the top of her sunglasses, leaking disapproval. “As much as I’m sure Daniel Donovan is the more competent of the two left here, this requires your touch.” 

“I didn’t know we were notorious enough for people to know I’m incompetent.” I keep buttoning up my dark-gray work shirt. “Unless you’re going to pay double my rate, I’m going to Whispermart. Sorry, Senator. Dan’s an excellent investigator. I’ll be happy to edit his work.” 

“Is that how you operate? One investigates, one edits?” 

“Yeah, actually. Did you have something you needed me to do, or…” 

Ignoring that, with her ponytail swinging, she strides toward my office. I gesture desperately to Dan. Behind the mug obscuring his face, he shrugs and goes back to rearranging whatever papers he was holding. 

“I told you,” I groan, following her, “I have to go. Could you come back tomorrow?”

“No. I’m a busy woman.” 

“I’m also busy!” 

“Not busy enough, it would seem. This office is a wreck.” Her upper lip curls with distaste.

Sighing, I decide to let it go; I move some of the files from a chair to the floor by my desk; I don’t sit. 

Huffing, like the move I made should have been done in the first place and it’s so easy to keep a space clean, she sits, crosses her legs at the knees, and looks at me with a cool impatience I can’t stomach. 

Picking up my notepad again, I click my pen. “What can I do for you, Senator Kenly? Aside from charging you double, I mean?” 

“I’d love for you to dig up anything on my husband that you can.” 

“Jesus Christ. What kind of information?” 

“The sexual kind.” She leans back, so collected I think she might be stamps. “He was a serial cheater, and we all know what a pervert he was. It didn’t start and end with that poor girl’s socks-and-underwear. I want to know what else there was.”

“Perfectly understandable.” Two connected cases at once. Shit. How do I guard the lines on this one? “Didn’t the two of you have some sort of agreement?” 

“He was allowed to do things within a certain bound, yes. I’ll determine what was outside of it.” 

“I suppose that’s not my job, right. I just find the facts.” Sighing, I scrawl FIND HIS PERV SHIT. “Forgive my prying, but did he have any specific proclivities?” 

“Feet. Menstrual blood. Boots.” She gives me that same cool stare; the world is burning behind her eyes. “I could hear you through the door, you know. You weren’t wrong. He has a thing for blondes.” 

“Good to know, I guess.” 

“I chose you on purpose.” 

“Sending a lamb to the wolves?” 

“Charlotte Darwin? A lamb?” She laughs. “Please. We all know what you did to Essie Miranda.” 

She doesn’t know anything about me. I keep the boiling water under my skin; I dig the ballpoint into my paper. “Why do you want me to investigate Todd Kenly?”

“Easy.” She uncrosses her legs and leans forward toward me. “I want to divorce him.” 

[theicarusconstellation]

okay the jegulus —> jily pipeline in jegulus w/endgame jily fics is always painful when jegulus breaks up and regulus is aching, even if you do enjoy jily, right?

i give you: regulily to jily

[werehamburglar]

[smacks roof of elton] GENDER

[maximura]

[spenceralexdutton]