#THE WORLD HAS ALWAYS BURNED

[schizononagesimus]

anybody else feeling. a way. about the state of the world

[dykealloy]

Ranata Suzuki // Brenna Twohy, 'A Coworker Asks Me If I Am Sad, Still' // Braelyn Wilson, 'Counting Stars' // Starpeace // Suzy Kassem, 'Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem'

[backpackingspace]

Do we think odysseus's thoughts are almost stuck in quick thought from how often Athena popped up into his head? Because I absolutely do

[zeb-z]

Arthur Bennett was chemically made in a lab for me to go insane over I think. he’s got a guilt only an older sibling could have and a drive for vengeance that is half driven by his own self hatred. yet still he strives for peace. he’s desperate to cling to any humanity, any hope. he’s aware he’s fallible. it doesn’t save him

[cerise-on-top]

how long do you think it takes Kate and Valeria to day ‘I love you’ to their s/o’s? love ur stuff fyi!!! 💚

Hello! Thank you for liking my stuff, I hope this is enjoyable to you as well! I think it would take the both of them quite a while to say it!

When do Valeria and Laswell Finally Say “I Love You”?

Valeria: It would take her a while to say it. I mean, once she’s with you, she’s already smitten, but she says “I love you” in different ways that aren’t just saying those three words. Valeria courts you with lots of gifts, that much is true, but the closest thing you’ll ever hear from her that resembles a “You have my heart, I love you more than the sun loves the moon, than the ocean loves the land” would be her spending a day with you where she isn’t spending copious amounts of money on you. But that’s not what you asked. Valeria will tell you that she loves you when you’re feeling insecure since she never says it, but on her own accord? It would likely be a year or longer into your relationship, on one of those nights where the two of you are lying in bed together, just talking about your lives, what you’ve been through and how it’s shaped you as people. Just venting your worries, voicing your appreciation for each other and how you’ve helped one another. It’s during such a night, when you’ve gone quiet for a moment, that Valeria would hold you close and tell you, in a voice softer than what you’re used to normally from her, that she loves you.

Laswell: Like Valeria, she shows her love for you through different means. While she may be a gift giver as well, she also shows you how much she loves you by doing anything you may or may not ask of her. From chores, to walking your pet, to cooking you some stew when you’re sick. Laswell doesn’t say that she loves you from the get go either, it would take her several months to a year for her to say it. But when she does, it doesn’t seem like a special moment to anyone else. You’re probably hanging up your freshly washed clothes while she’s sitting at the table, a cup of coffee in hand. Laswell would get up, give you a kiss on your cheek, and tell you that she loves you so very dearly. She was overcome with adoration for you during that moment and needed to show you that she loves you. It’s afterwards that you get a lot more I love yous from her. Not on the daily still, but they would be more common. She will always, and I mean always, accompany her I love yous with some form of affectionate gesture, regardless of whether it be a kiss to your temple, a hug from behind, or a small lovely rose she found in a flower shop. You will always be taken care of and loved.

[sword-dad-fukuzawa]

L change the worLd is such a funny light novel that is so close to my heart because nisioisin clearly thinks of L as this melodramatic hero of justice when it's pretty clear he's kind of an apathetic freak. however two things can be true at once.

[scarlct-vvitch]

oh new season of the boys i expected so much from you and got almost nothing

[creativesplat]

Happy birthday to Nintendo's unexpectedly nuanced princess!

[laniidae-passerine]

there is something so entirely fucked about Louis’ psyche… look at it all! the physical beatings to an obscene degree, the damaging affairs, the psychological warfare, the public humiliation, the participation in the murder of their only beloved daughter. Lestat does this all to him, or a significant amount even if memory is playing its wicked games. Lestat is a vicious horrible thing with his teeth marks on every part of Louis and yet even with decades of freedom, a new partner, the ability to recognise and condemn cruelty and abusive actions, Louis still wants him back. Knowing what he is, what he can do, Louis wants him back. It never mattered if vampires can dream, for Lestat haunts his waking days, a torturous vision of the only living one Louis really loves.

[kay9leo]

At First Glance Part III

Fanfic Inspired by: https://www.tumblr.com/eternalremorse/751163260305342464/seb-x-mc-coded?source=share

1.1K+ words

Chapter 2 <<<||| Chapter 3 |||>>>Chapter 4

...At Feldcroft

The Feldcroft home visit went worse than Sebastian expected.

Not only was his uncle rude to him and rash when he destroyed the shivelfig he brought for Anne, Solomon completely embarrassed him in front of his best friend. Anger and shame filled him like never before and he found himself leaving the house before he could make things worse.

Since that’s all he could do when he went home apparently.

Sebastian kicked a few weeds here and there, walking away from that house he was forced to call home since he was six. He hated his uncle. He hated it here.  He hated the fact that he told MC to give him a moment when she went looking for him. He could only watch from the corner of his eyes as she nodded back with an “okay” before she made her way back to his uncle’s house where hopefully Anne could do damage control.

Because apparently all he could do was cause chaos whenever he came home.

And all he could hope for was that MC would still be friends with him after this embarrassing episode. The last thing he wanted her to see him was weak as he held back his tears from the angry and hurt he felt whenever his uncle would act like this.

Then when she came up to talk to him, it seemed as if his worries were for nought. She was worried for him. While he had to explain how Solomon was like this all the time, how he was the only one who still seem to care to try to find a cure for his sister or at least make her current state better, MC never saw him as less, glanced at him as a misfit that everyone –even Ominis– did.

MC saw him as himself.

As a brother trying to save his sister.

Sebastian wasn’t hesitant to take her to the place where it all happened. Hoping that maybe she would be able to find something he couldn’t before. Nor was he hesitant to attack when he spotted Ranrok’s loyalists.

The two quickly shifted into their dueling stance when they partnered up, knowing this time there was something bigger to lose than pride here. It was here that Sebastian could finally let out all his frustration, his hurt, his anger at the very beings that caused his life to spiral downwards since Anne was cursed.

He tried to keep his best friend close to him, but soon the number overwhelmed them and they were split. Emotions powered his magic.

Sebastian wasn’t going to lose another loved one here. Not again.

It was here where he was also reminded who he was fighting with as he saw her Ancient Magic be put on display when he took down the last of his attackers that surrounded him.

MC’s eyes glowed a bright blue as she called down lighting on the commander who refused to yield, like some goddess out of a story book. The goblin commander still stood and continued to fight, but Sebastian saw that lighting blue flash of light again –the same one from he saw during that troll fight– strike the red-glowing goblin commander. He glowed purple.

A blink later, he was gone.

Nothing but ash in his place.

So awed by her display of god-like power this time around, he didn’t even notice the goblin behind her until she was wacked in the head with a frying pan and collapsed.

While Sebastian didn’t have god-like power, he had enough magic in him, enough anger to confringo the menace to death before he ran to his friend, hoping he wasn’t too late.

“Please be alive, please be alive –oh thank th’gods ye’re still breathing!” He heard himself say as he rolled her onto her back. There was a goose-egg swell that already started to develop on the side of her head.

It was a heavy reminder that for as much of a goddess in human form MC was with her Ancient Magic powers, at the end of the day, she was still human.

MC could still be killed.

Sebastian didn’t know what to do other than hold her, watch her breathe as a reminder that she was still alive. It wasn’t until she woke up that he felt all the tension leave his body like a ghost no longer processing him.

“Se-Sebastian?” She said as she opened her eyes, blinking at him.

“I’m here. How are you feeling darling?” He sniffed, never more grateful than the fact that she was alive.

That she was still here.

Sebastian didn’t lose her.

“I feel like I got wacked with a pan.” She groaned. Sebastian couldn’t help but laugh, the nerves finally getting to him.

“Good tae see that you’re still up tae make jokes. And tae remember what happened.” He said as he gave her space to slowly sit up, arms ever ready to catch her in case she fell.

“If I’m doing down, I’m– shite. Sebastian are you okay?” She said.

“A’m fine. Why dae ye ask?” He said, unable to stop the Scots accent from slipping into his posh English speech anymore.

MC frowned as she placed her hand on his cheek and wiped the tears he didn’t realize was there. “You’re crying.”

Sebastian couldn’t help himself as he pulled her in for a hug, inhaling her citrus orange perfume in, listening to her heartbeat as he laid his head against her chest. Listening to her breathe.

It was the most wonderful sound in the world.

“Ah thought ye died.” He cried as he broken down.

Her arms surrounded him, rocking him as if he was a little boy. Holding him like the six-year-old boy in him needed when his parents died.

She’s alive. She’s alive. She’s alive. He thought with each breath as she rubbed his back, soothing away a nightmare he didn’t want to re-live through again.

Never again.

…

Chapter 2 <<<||| Chapter 3 ||| >>> Chapter 4

[fizzie-frog]

It's the middle of the night and I'm going to work tomorrow again. Low mood and problems and stuff, so I'm gonna post a little pic of Fizzarolli's little beautiful, enamored face to comfort myself cause he's my comfort character and I love him so much, look at him. He's so pretty.

[absolutely-correct-little-shop]

What if their were moments between Audrey and the urchins

man i wish there was! i love the little we see of their relationship i canon and i desperately want more. here's what i came up with

Ronnette: Do you guys want to see a butterfly? Audrey: Ooh, yes please! Crystal: I'm not going to stop what I'm doing to look at a stupid bug. Ronnette: It's not a bug though... Crystal: Chiffon: Audrey: Crystal: Well I still don't want to see. Audrey, realising: Please don't throw— Ronnette: [throws a stick of butter]

~~

Audrey: Words ending in 'ie' just sound so adorable. Like cutie, sweetie, cookie- Ronnette: Eyy, homie! Crystal: But then there's cootie... Chiffon: Die.

~~

Chiffon: Is stabbing someone immoral? Crystal: Not if they consent to it. Ronnette: Depends on who your stabbing. Audrey: YES?!?

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Crystal: Why do you act like we’re three year olds? Audrey, exasperated: WHY?!? Audrey points at Ronnette: YOU TRIED TO HIJACK A CAR! Audrey points at Chiffon: YOU NEARLY JUMPED 20 FEET OFF A ROOF! Audrey points at Crystal: AND YOU ATE MULTIPLE DRIED LEAVES AND ROCKS OFF THE GROUND! Audrey: AND YOU ASK ME WHY????

~~

Audrey: Everyone thinks I'm this soft cute person but I'm not! Ronnette: Audrey, you cried for an hour after stepping on a bug yesterday. Audrey: It had feelings! It was probably going home to dinner and I killed it! Chiffon: ...It was a bug. Audrey: It was a BEETLE, and its wife is definitely worried sick, wondering where it is, and I really don't get why you all think I'm so sentimental because I'm not! Ronnette: ... Chiffon: ... Audrey: Stop looking at me like that!

~~

Ronnette: Can we go out to get icecream? Audrey: Did you ask Chiffon? Ronnette: She said no. Audrey: Then why did you ask me? Ronnette: She's not the boss of you. Audrey, internally: It's a trap it's a trap it's a tra—

~~

Audrey, holding in her laughter: Hey, how do you ask a glass of water what it’s doing? Chiffon: A glass of water is an inanimate object. Therefore, it's incapable of having a thought process or understanding basic human language. Audrey: Audrey: Water you doing?

~~

Audrey: Chiffon told me that brown is just navy orange, and I have never been more disappointed with something I agree with.

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Chiffon: A SPIDEEER!!!!!! Ronnette: KILL IT! SMASH IT! Audrey: BURN IT! Chiffon: STAB IT! WITH A KNIFE! GET ME THE SHOTGUN! Crystal: Awww, it’s so cute! Look at it!

~~

Audrey: No, this is not a mess. You know what I consider a mess? Ronnette: Your life? Audrey: I-well yes, but—

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Audrey: I’m sad. Ronnette: Don’t be sad, because sad backwards is das. Ronnette: And das not good.

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Crystal: I think we should have glow stick juice injected in our bones when we're born, so if we break our bones, we get a fun little surprise. Audrey: What's the surprise? Chiffon: Blood poisoning.

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Chiffon: How has life been treating you lately? Audrey: Horribly.

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Audrey: Guys! I found a 10 dollar bill! Audrey: [looks around] … Should I keep it? Chiffon: Audrey, just do the right thing. Ronnette: And put in your bag. Chiffon: No—

~~

Audrey: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life. Chiffon: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind? Audrey: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die. Ronnette: Edible.

~~

Crystal: New year, new me. Audrey: It’s August. Crystal: Time is an illusion.

[laurasbailey]

i know the warrior nun writers can write a romance better than most tv writers simply because of the “my job and my pleasure” line. i went feral the first time i heard that because imagine having a slow burn ship that is still good and still a slow burn even though at the beginning of season two, one of the characters is out here confessing something like that with her full chest. and that’s after one of the most well-written arguments i’ve ever seen on screen.

[bunnihearted]

i think... the beginning of the end has started and the world is entering its last phase before a total reset....

[momentomori24]

From now until march, along with KOSA and support for trans folks/tumblr's transphobia, I'm only going to be reblogging posts about Palestine, Congo, Sudan and the potential other countries that I'm unaware of subjected to atrocities and genocides all at the same time (because just when you thought you've seen the depths of human vileness you learn about something else happening that makes you realise no you didn't). My blog's pretty small so this probably doesn't mean much in the grand scheme of things, but since I didn't completely go through with the strike this time around I feel like the least I can do is this. General reminder to not stop talking about the genocides, donate if you can, write/call up your MPs, show support for the trans community and spread as much awareness as possible about all these issues mentioned. Stay safe, everyone.

[giffingthingsss]