#THEY WOUND ME

[bootyliquor9000]

I NEED YOU ALL TO LOOK AT THIS CLIP FROM THE NEW DANDADAN EP

HE CATCHES HER

THIS IS ANIME EXCLUSIVE

HERE'S THE SAME EXACT SCENE FROM THE MANGA:

[joeythefrog]

Race the typa guy to say "Spot Conlon? That guy over in brooklyn? Yeah I've heard of him" while fiddling with the promise ring Spot stole for him from when he swore that if there ever came a day or a way where they could get married, they would

[inarvii]

now y’all didn’t tell me there were fine black girls and doomed yuri in Alien Stage. I would’ve watched sooner GAH DAYUM

I’m simultaneously cheerful and going through an emotional crisis cause I just watched round 6 wtf… blaming @violetarks and @k9wa for my trauma idc.

[go-to-the-mirror]

Well, I think the Doctor realises that Wilf and he are linked together somehow. He doesn't quite understand why. And he's... in that scene in the café, he's puzzling through that. [...] And doesn't really come to any conclusion. [...] But also now Wilf is all he's got. And he doesn't even know Wilf that well. You know, he knows Wilf as Donna's grandad and yet that's the closest thing he has to a soulmate in that moment.

David Tennant on Wilfred Mott in Doctor Who Confidential.

[eileensdress]

Ok I can live with the idea of Sydcarmy never being canon but WHYD THEY HAVE TO DO A LITTLE MONTAGE OF SYDNEY GOING HOME ALONE WHILE CLAIRE GOES HOME TO CARMY. WHAT.

[mutechild]

mr raven and mr writing deskkkkkkk

raven called him DARLING i love their silly evil gay villain vibessssssss 🥺🥺🥺

[f1gtre3]

Regulus wonders when the brush of his mother's fingers against his cheeks turned into sharp stings. When the love was twisted and drenched out, stripped to its core, flesh peeled away to reveal the rotting, blackened bones of hate. He also wonders why.

Why, maman? Why must you hurt me? Is it not my fault? Or is it yours? Do you need to hurt me maman? Please, I don't want you to. I miss you, maman.

He bites his tongue before these words can spill out of his mouth like the blood that slowly fills it at the force of his teeth, staining them red. He will return to his dimly lit bedroom and lean over the drawer, pulling his lips up to admire the pomegranate seeds in the mirror. 

Sometimes, Sirius will burst into the room. Oh, lovely Sirius and his grating voice, his unruly hair and slouched back. How Regulus worships him, takes pieces and chunks of him for his own, selfishly and proudly. Sirius never notices Regulus rip these slabs with his grey eyes (eyes which he shares with the victim of them). Regulus puts them in a jar, kept away in some estranged corner of his mind. They will be considered necessary soon enough. Every small everything of everything is sacred to Regulus. His keen eyes and hungry soul do not dare to skip over anything as they study and consume, silent and deadly.

Of course, he is only nine years into his string of a life.

When Sirius will burst in, he will click his tongue disapprovingly, a sound that Regulus relishes. How sweet, his older brother and his concern, rooted deeply from his love, the same scarlet river that flows through both their cold veins. Love is something Regulus will cling on to. 

Sirius will call him foolish, as does everybody else. ‘Fool’ is a common place for the Blacks, as selfishness, guilt and power all are. What makes a fool? Books that he flicks through will whisper their answers to him, what they think of the simple word.

A person who acts unwisely? Regulus is not unwise, per se. He knows exactly what he is doing as he does it. Everything is calculated and precise with the scrawny boy.

A jester, or a clown, especially one retained in a royal or noble household. This, Regulus thinks, is more feasible. Noble. Noble, like the Noble House of Black. He wonders if he is a mere actor, hired to play the role of the dutiful son, all for amusement. He moves on.

Silly. Regulus scoffs and rips the page off. Not even a book gets away with this insult. 

Trick or deceive someone; a dupe. Now, Regulus is smart enough to know that this speaks of a different context entirely. But he grins, a little maniacal. To switch the word around, slap it in their faces. Make them the fool. 

Regulus Black is not a fool, he knows, yet he lets Sirius and his mother chant the word at every chance they get, because it is their way of showing him that he is, as a matter of fact, theirs. It has become his favourite word. Their fool.

Sirius helps Regulus stumble into the bathroom, both of their bare feet pressing against the cool stone beneath them. He presses his fingers into the skin underneath Regulus’ cheeks, forcing his mouth open. Unfazed by the sight, Sirius lets some water flow out of the sink and into his cupped hand, splashing it into Regulus’ mouth without warning. Regulus protests, nostrils flaring and water bubbling in his mouth as tries to twist out of Sirius’ grip, the nails digging into his skin, permanently indenting it, branding it: Sirius’. He reaches for Regulus’ teeth, rubbing continuously, between the small gaps to rid the blood. Regulus will bite at the tip of Sirius’ fingers and Sirius will frown at Regulus as he pokes his tongue out in mockery, like a clown.

This is them: the messes and the patches, and everything in between.

[melziss]

Literally, nobody asked for my opinion on the second chase sequence in scream VI, but let me give it nonetheless.

The thing is, I get really attached to characters, truly.

I'm not over wes' and liv's deaths at all , definitely not over tatum's, and I cry at least twice a day because of anika.

But I understand the fact that if everybody lives, the whole point of the movie goes to shit. scream is a slasher franchise, and that's what makes it, it!

But mindy is my girlie, and therefore, I wanted her happiness, so Im constantly thinking of the mistakes that were made that fatidic night.

so let me argue that anika could 100% have lived.

here are the issues that I have:

#1 - Mindy's cut on her arm.

See, I've never been stabbed (thank whomever), but as previously seem in the other scream movies that cut wasn't that bad , mindy was literally acting like she lost a limb. And the following morning(?) as they go to the shrine, she's carrying her bag on the side that she was hurt (my friend and I noticed that while watching in the theathers and got so confused), so it couldn't have been that bad. Which takes me to issue number:

#2 - The bedroom scene.

Okay, so much whent wrong here, but let's start with the fact that sweet baby anika has been mauled. The poor kid was gutted for no reason at all and is in the worst shape of the three. That's why I don't understand the ladder sequence. Sam is 100% fine (physically) and is the strongest of them in there. So after she helped mindy to (badly) block the door and set the ladder with danny, she should have shipped Anika off to the other side. I really didn't see a single reason why Sam crossed first (other than the usual : "can't leave tara").

So let's talk about how that should've gone.

Sam should've told anika to go first, taking Mindy's place blocking ghostface from entering the room (as she is the strongest) and telling mindy to hold the ladder. Anika crossed slower than everyone because of her wounded stomach, but she was doing fine until everybody got desperate because gf showed up, and she got desperate as well, plus the whole shaking the ladder. So with mindy holding the ladder and danny calming her, she would've crossed that bitch in record time. which would prompt mindy to cross next because she is the more injured of the two of them remaining in that room and Sam to leave the door and hold the ladder. Mindy crossed pretty quickly, and now is Sam's turn. Ghostface hasn't gotten through the block yet, and Sam is halfway through crossing, and when gf finally breaks the block and sees that our dear sammy is the one in there, they would simply not try and make her fall.

Why? You may ask. because the kirsch family can't have act three happen without Sam. She is the star of their fucked up little vengeance plot and there's no villain for their story if she dies.

so anika could've lived.

but then you can just make the point that sam was desperate to live for tara and that she had no idea that she was needed in the kirsch family plot , and I can't argue with that

but imma bitch abt it anyways.

[cosmobrain00]

early yarrow sibs refs because I have no self control

[theodoradevlin]

Shadows Don't Have Names

"So - are you going to tell me your name then? Or is that to remain a mystery as well?" He asked slowly, softly.

Her breath stilled as he regarded her carefully.

It was strange how in a few years, any traces of the boy she knew were now entirely replaced by the man in front of her. But... the mischievous gleam still danced in his eyes in the way he watched her now. It was a gleam that might not have been there, had she not done what she did all those years ago.

Or that’s what she would tell herself.

She shook her head, giving him a sad smile. There was no mystery. Just the truth of what she was now - a ghost.

“...Shadow’s don’t have names.”

Summary:

It's been 6 years since you left it all behind you -Fig's death, Rangrok...all of it. And now you've begrudgingly returned home for the first time since walking away from the life you one knew.

The last few years have kept you quite busy, as you've run around the globe, tracking down ancient reserves of magic. But no matter how far you went...you couldn't put your return off forever. Owl after Owl arrives from Ominis a world away, constantly begging you to come home and see him and Anne, and more importantly - stop avoiding them.

But when you finally agree, he forgets to mention one more important visitor who is also temporarily back in Feldcroft. A name you thought you would never hear again.

Sebastian Sallow.

The boy who spun your world upon its axis, until you both ultimately spiraled into madness.

But...that was years ago. Now..he doesn't know you or your name since it was you who decided to obliviate it from his memory for his own good.

And now here you both are. How does one move forward when all they have become is a Keeper of nothing but forgotten memories?

A/N: preview of an upcoming fic i'm TRYING to commit to because apparently i like ripping my own heart out need closure when it comes to these two. Should i do it?! Am i just torturing myself?! Alas, the answer is probably yes to both...

[angelsdean]

resisting the urge to share more WIP excerpts bc i need to Keep some things secret but this is and actual image of me rn 

[liliumofthevalleyy]

Once again thinking about them after rereading the chapters of Moran's gambling issue in The Remains 😞

HOLY-

[paintedxangels]

Angesse I think

[inbabylontheywept]

so i left the mormon church as a teenager (15ish? 16?), but stayed in attendance until i was 20. i was pretty up front about the whole deciding-it-wasnt-true process with my bishop, who frankly took it really well, but it wasnt like i pulled all 150 ward members aside and had a heart to heart with them. anyway, i didnt believe, so at 19 i didnt go on a mission, and while some people in the ward were totally fine with that, others werent. and there was one woman in her late 50s who pulled me aside one day to interrogate me why i hadnt gone on a mission.

"the duty of every young man" she said.

and the thing is, im autistic. and a lot of people assume that when youre autistic, your social skills just arent very good. but thats not exactly true. your Be Polite skills are kind of eh, and they tend to stay that way, but as a sort of survival mechanism your Be Rude skills become amazing simply because you get put in tons of situations where your choices are to Function or Be Polite. and no one can choose Be Polite forever. the world demands function, it merely encourages politeness.

anyway, it can really catch neurotypicals by surprise, because hey, heres this kind of awkward, graceless guy, who stumbles over his words a lot and is very apologetic. hes probably a huge pushover. but i'm only like that when we're playing The Polite Game, because i am frankly kind of bad at it. but when its time to play The Rude Game, i go fucking ham and asking about the not-going-on-a-mission thing is Super Rude. so i said:

"sister hadlock... they wont let me go because i lit-er-ally cannot stop sucking dicks. i dont know why, its just so, so hard."

*dramatic pause*

"also - its very difficult to stop."

anyway, it almost killed her. i think she'd expected to just kind of steamroll me for the entire conversation, but the answer crushed her soul. instead of continuing her interrogation she made a noise like a horse drowning in a bog and left.

to add insult to injury, she went to the bishop after that, thinking he'd chew me out for being an ass, but instead he chewed her out for not minding her own business. then she went to my parents after that, who basically went "yeah, babylon was pretty rude. but youre also pretty rude. what are you, mad that he's better at it than you?"

i really loved that ward.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Jeremy Fitzgerald bravery in FNAF 2 worries Michael..