#The Devil's Work

[saygoodnight2theworld]

[theunimpairedcondition]

What the fuck is going on with this website.

[lemonhemlock]

still not a fan of the league format!!! if i wanted a league i'd, you know, watch a league!!! GROUPS & CUPS are where it's at!!!!!

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔑𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔬𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔬𝔰 - 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩'𝔰 𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔨

[chloesimaginationthings]

RIP Michael Afton.. you would of loved FLAF

[skyberia]

missing pieces

[onlyhurtforaminute]

ALL HELL-SUFFER FOR ME

[artisfaction]

[watcher0033]

Y’all, the Archive admins are made up of VOLUNTEERS. And they have been working for 12-13 HOURS STRAIGHT.

I better not hear any complaints when donation period comes around. OR ELSE.

cosplay by @woahchriswoah on Twitter

EDIT: How do we show appreciation to the volunteers? For me reading these deep dives on OTW issues u guys apparently it's been said multiple times that one of their objective statements is to have paid staff for ao3 and there's a surplus of donations they haven't used up or the other community solutions that needs to address. For those more financially literate feel free to analyze, snipe me or add to the discussion etc. linked here by deepa. They’re cool and these yearly analysis they did aint no joke.

But Seriously what can we do for these volunteers? The probable burn out from this entire fiasco would be no joke. @ao3org

[erebus0dora]

you know what, there's a fic out there you might recognise through this image, but if not - @reedroad, i see you and i am grateful for this delicious pain

but yeah

i needed to focus on the part that offers some comfort because it is in my nature i guess

[theunimpairedcondition]

OMG. Who are these dumb motherfkrs showing strangers on the street their apartments so that it can be on tt for 15 million eyeballs to see

In New York?! no less

[starofhisheart]

The way he would thrive

[akafred32092]

[kaet-draws]

…in the field, the ground warms as blood seeps into the dirt. (Nathaniel Orion G. K, "הבל | hevel")

[rubybug]

tassie devil!! 🐾♥️😈

[mmelolabelle]

Armand is someone who has been has been trained (in brothels, by Marius, and by 500+ years worth of life experience) to adapt himself to what the people around him want. Throughout seasons 1-2, different people get very different versions of Armand, depending on who they are and who’s retelling the story at the time.

It’s the primary way Armand protects himself, whether he’s a teenage sex slave or the oldest, strongest person in the room. It’s how he controls people. Fundamentally, it’s the only way Armand knows to make people love him (an approximation of love at least). Worse, it’s the only way Armand knows how to love — by twisting and contorting himself into whatever form he thinks his current obsession wants or needs him to be. He even does it to his victims for crying out loud.

And then here’s Daniel, who is constantly seeking authenticity and truth. Who’s bullshit detector is never “off”. Who cannot tolerate any kind of masquerade, manipulation or lie – no matter how kind or well intentioned. Not out of any moral or ethical objection, but because Daniel simply cannot leave things well enough alone once something attracts his attention. He has to know. He has to see where it goes and how it ends.

“It’s my job, I’m built this way”

“It’s in your nature, Mr Molloy. Couldn’t get out the door without lobbing one more bomb.”

Daniel knew something was off about “Rashid” from the beginning, so he began to pick the situation in Dubai apart until Armand revealed himself. And then he kept going until he completely destroyed the narrative Armand had spent 77 years constructing.

Daniel deliberately and systematically pulled “Armand, Amadeo, Arun” apart and laid him bare with nothing but but a laptop, some free time, a near-suicidal disregard for his own personal safety and a mouth that just wouldn’t quit.

There’s power in being seen, in being known, ugly parts and all. What would it feel like, to be completely exposed like that for the first time in centuries?

So yeah it makes sense to me that Armand, who puts on all these acts and artifices to draw people in, but which only serve to ensure they’re kept at a distance, would turn his big sad orange eyes on the person who blew them all to smithereens and be all “…I wanna do this forever, actually.”