#They are so fucking stupid I hate them

[luxbless]

Social creatures

“We are all born social creatures are we not?” The wandering witch pondered as she waltzed through the halls of a Greek-styled mansion with dazzling white marble sculptures of a naturally handsome Doctor decorating the walls. All handcrafted by the owner himself, who never saw the witch as an equal, no matter how hard she tried for him, however, that didn’t matter as she shook her head. Today was Kakava, the day of their dear Gambler’s birth. And the witch wanted nothing more than to make this day as amazing and special for her beloved as possible, in which she needed the help of the Doctor to make that possible.

“Good morning, Veritas” The witch chimed as she hastily opened the curtains of the Doctor’s room, making him let out a tired and angry grumble, shielding his eyes from the sudden brightness. “Wicked witch…What are you doing up at such an hour?” the Doctor murmurs while rubbing his eyes slightly before trying to keep up with the witch’s fast pace. “Not going to hit me with chalk? Throw me outside like a stray?” The witch askes with a teasing smile as she begins to brush his hair. In return the Doctor rolls his eyes at her, not having enough energy to deal with her antics just yet, “I’m far too used to you and That Gambler waltzing into my home without invitation.” The doctor replies.

A hum of acknowledgment comes from the witch, “Speaking of which, it’s his birthday today…” The witch’s voice softens, a tender and gentle tone, much to the doctor’s surprise. “And nobody knows him quite like you-” the witch quickly gets cut off by the Doctor, “Nonsense. For one, even though both of you chose to deny and stray away from it, both of you are heavily smitten with each other, and two. You are the one that cried and sobbed so much that it filled the tub where his body laid dormant in Penacony, yes? So much where I had to call the hotel staff to get buckets to dump your tears somewhere else, or else the room would have flooded with all of us inside.” The doctor explains while trying to calm the young Witch’s nerves.

The witch nods, remembering the months that passed by which felt like eons as she and the Doctor waited for Gamblr to wake from his dreams in Penacony. She sighs and gives a deafted smile at the Doctor, “I would still like your help.” The Doctor scoffs before shifting out of his large bed and adjusting his sleeping robe. “Gladly.” The witch smiles happily before dashing out of his room so he can get ready for the day, “I’ll see you at my place then, Doctor!” The witch chirps before closing the door to his room. 

The small, familiar-filled cottage stayed the same besides the dinner table. A large feast and cake made by the Doctor and Witch. The witch very precisely decorated the cake, even impressing the doctor, almost having a hard time keeping his hands off of it. The frosting was homemade, a recipe from her mother who was most likely long gone on her home planet. It was just the right amount of sweet and soft, melting in your mouth. The cake itself was moist, delicate, and flavorful, taking one too many tries to perfect. And the decorations were all made by the help of the Doctor. It sparkled with edible candy pearls, cookie-shaped gambling chips, candles, and peacock colors. Both messily and beautifully packaged and wrapped gifts sat on the chair facing the cake, very obvious whose gifts were whose.

Once stepping in as instructed by the witch via phone which made his heart pound. Did something happen? Is she okay? Was she hurt?...Did he do something wrong? Was she angry with him? All of these thoughts followed him right as he opened the door to her cottage, the sweet smell lingering him in…However all of those thoughts vanished as he entered.

Two of his most beloved champions, standing side by side, which they rarely ever did, greeting him with a “Happy birthday!” Both holding the cake out towards him with a faint yet genuine smile from the doctor and a bright smile from the witch, even though she hated her own smile so much, no matter how much he tried to get her to believe otherwise. It was almost as if the world stopped and his heart sank… memories of his sister singing to him for his birthday, only offering him small things of food and delicately made toys and clothes for him, because that’s all they had. Until…The very last birthday he would ever see and hear her 

Again…

After the passing of his sister and his enslavement, he never celebrated his birthday, ever again, no matter how hard the IPC tried to force him. He wouldn’t give in to that. Not when his own birth is a constant reminder of his age, his planet’s fall, his sister’s death, his “blessing”...He hated it with all of his might and more.

He couldn’t help but step back a bit from being overwhelmed and surprised, his expression was horrified as tears streamed from his eyes. Halted the celebration as The witch, and doctor quickly placed down the cake and carefully sat the gambler down on a chair to relax, trying to calm him down with hushed words.

Once his senses calmed he tearfully looked over at the doctor’s expression, desperately trying to hide his concern just like the witch as she scratched and picked at her skin, nervous traits both of them knew too well. With an amused sigh, the Gambler holds onto the doctor and witch’s hand before bringing them into a hug. “You two are ridiculous.” the Gambler chokes out with a smile.

The witch tries hiding back her tears  while the doctor smiles gently, “I suppose we are.” The doctor hums while squeezing the Gambler’s hand gently while the witch nods, tightly hugging the Gambler, making a light dust of pink form across his cheeks.

While eating the cake and watching a movie, the three sit together. “So, who’s idea was it?” Aventurine chimes up while looking over at Ratio then Delilah, to which, Ratio tlits his head over to Delilah who is cutting her piece of cake into more layers, from frosting, decorations, and cake itself before chiming up as well. “Mh? Oh- Oh! Yeah, it was my idea.” She admits with a nervous smile. “But I couldn’t have done it without Ratio’s help.” Delilah hums before taking a bite out of her cake.

With that, Aventurine shifted over to kiss Delilah on the cheek with a hum, moving to give her neck a quick kiss as well, before hugging Ratio and kissing his cheek. “Well, my beloved Doctor and Witch…You two are the greatest gifts I could ask for.”

Happy VERY late birthday Kakavasha :3 (I did write this on his birthday but was too scared to ever post it but fuck it we ball now)

[sharkylad]

Thinking about the fact that Mabel and Dipper didn't know they had two great uncles.

Yeah they are 12 and at 12 I had a shotty understanding of my family tree- But really? Nobody brought up their great uncle? Stanley? Especially since they'll be staying with his twin brother, Stanford?

Shermie never went to Stan's fake funeral, which to me means the twos relationship was strained on some level. If Shermie is older that means his view of Stan was poisoned in some way, that even as kids they weren't close. If the Shermie is younger then he never even got to meet Stan and all he knew about him was how he failed his family. Hell, people probably barely mentioned Stanley TO Shermie.

The fact that Stan had become a black stain upon the Pines family name makes me so vividly upset. Stanley faked his death and the family just- seemingly decided to strike him from the record. To pretend he didn't existed to spare themselves the sadness and shame.

Stanford and Shermie Pines. The only children worth mentioning of Filbrick and Caryn Pines.

It was never Stanford that was lost to the world. It was Stanley, ever since he had to leave New Jersy- it was always him that had to be struck from the record. Change his name, change his state, change his affiliations, destroy the remains of ghost that was Stanley Pines. Kill him so the family doesn't bring him up, doesn't ask questions, stops asking "Stanford" about his twin.

I just keep thinking about the fact that since the day he made one single mistake all the way up until Ford walks out of that machine- Stanley Pines was killed and did not exist. And Stan himself had no one to blame, he had to play the part in his own demise- He is the only one who ever knew Stanley was alive and has been for decades.

He lives in the multitudes of every personality he's ever taken, all in the hope that he himself can stop being Stanley Pines.

[coddda]

Light's relationship with his father is such a heartbreaking multi-faceted tragedy to me I hate it so so so much.

Soichiro loves his son so much, and while he's certainly not a perfect father I know that he cares deeply about Light. He wants to prove Light's innocence so badly but he can't let go of the underlying doubt that he might really be Kira and it gnaws at him. He does not know that from the very beginning he was being used by Light, whether it was to obtain information about the investigation, or to get to L, or to strengthen the foundations of his own lie that he wasn't Kira, this entire time he was simply another resource. He'll hang onto this doubt for years, even after L is dead, even if he doesn't express it in the latter half of the series, until he himself is on his deathbed, with what he believes to be undeniable proof that Light isn't Kira. (It's a lie, of course.) He dies happy, but it's on the foundations of blissful ignorance. His own son brought him here, brought him to the point where he had to sacrifice half of his own remaining life span, to his own death march, and was still trying to use him even now to kill someone else, but he doesn't know that. Soichiro said that what was evil was the power to kill others, and that whoever used it was cursed. Light was that cursed man, of course, and he tried to bring that curse onto Soichiro too by making him kill in his last moments. Soichiro was happy regardless, because he didn't know. He'll never know. (In the manga/anime at least. More on that later).

Light loves his father but it's not enough to turn him away from the terrible decisions he's made, if anything it only fuels them. His idea of "justice" is a twisted model of what he parroted from Soichiro, and he uses his father as another pawn (and a powerful one at that) in his plans. If he can prove that Kira is justice then perhaps his father will no longer call Kira, and therefore Light, evil, so he just needs to ensure that Kira becomes justice, right? It's Light's own actions that land his own father in the hospital for a stress-induced heart attack and yet he says only a few minutes later that he's the happiest he's ever been in his entire life. Even after Soichiro denounces Kira by calling him evil, even after he calls the Death Note's power evil, even after he unknowingly tells Light that he is cursed. When Soichiro dies Light is too deep in his own plans to actually properly process the fact that his own father is dying past what it means for his goals, but at the same time he still cares enough that after the fact he'll genuinely cry, only to brush it all away later. (Personally, I don't have a single doubt in my mind that Light's crying in that scene was genuine and I Will die on this hill). Soichiro had unknowingly denounced Light one last time just before his death, openly relieved that he "wasn't Kira after all", which also reveals that he has had doubts about Light this entire time, even after L died. By the time he's caught at the Yellow Box Warehouse Light will have denounced his father too, seeing him as someone who was made to be a fool, someone who was naive, even, too earnest for his own good. He won't realize that part of this description of his father might have applied to Light himself, back when this all started. Light takes after his father so much in so many ways already, so why not in this way too?

Ough. And honestly the other adaptations never miss out on this tragedy either, and I love them for that. (spoilers for the musical and 2006 live action movies I guess?)

In the musical we see Soichiro express his doubts and conflicts about who to believe, Light or L, if the son he raised really is a murderer, if everything he knows about him is just a lie. Like, there's an entire song about this, and you can tell how torn he is about it all, how badly he wants Light to be innocent but about how he also needs to face the truth no matter what it is, but at the end of it all he doesn't even get the answers he wants. At the end of the musical the only thing he finds is two corpses, Light's and L's, with no answers. No last words, no closure, only dead ends and a dead son and a grieving daughter. It's so awful I hate it here.

And the live action movie is fucking Insane. Like, wow. Okay. (Spoiler for the ending of Death Note The Last Name I guess) In the 2006 movies/novels Light writes Soichiro's name in the Death Note himself, and it's such an inconcievable move that it leaves even Misa shocked; Light tries to make Soichiro give him the Death Note for the last part of his plans, seeing his death as a "necessary sacrifice" (insert tangent essay about why I think 2006 live action movie Light is actually the most "coldhearted" Light Yagami, despite how infamous anime Light is). It doesn't work, and Soichiro does end up finding out that Light is Kira this time, and they have a confrontation, but he doesn't even sound truly hateful towards Light for it. He Never seems to outright hate Light for it, even after Light calls the whole confrontation a waste of time and instead tries to continue killing with the piece of the notebook in his watch, even after he tries to get Ryuk to kill everyone. When Ryuk inevitably writes Light's name and he collapses, Soichiro still reaches out for him and holds onto him as he's dying. Light literally dies in Soichiro's arms, still looking for the validation that he was right, that this wasn't all for nothing, that he was doing the good thing, trying to make Soichiro understand that he was trying to enact justice based on what he learned from him in the first place. Soichiro not only learns but sees for himself what his son has become, and Light dies in his arms leaving no closure for either of them. Soichiro will announce Light's death in L Change the WorLd on the news without saying his name, saying instead that it is only Kira who is dead, even though he and Light are one in the same. Sachiko and Sayu will never get to know the full truth about what happened to Light, instead Soichiro will lie and instead tell them: "Light was killed by Kira."

And then holy Shit the jdrama. If I write about it here this post is gonna literally double in length and also I don't really wanna spoil it but. Man. Man. If you watched it you know. Holy Shit dude I Cried.

It's the fact that, canonically, Soichiro will die oblivious to what Light has done, but even in the instances where he does find out, it doesn't make it any better, and it doesn't make him love Light any less, it just gives him more to grieve.

It's the fact that there isn't a single universe where Light doesn't use his father for his own gain, whether to gain information, or to try and control him with the Death Note, or make him write in the Death Note himself, and not a single time will he realize just how far he's strayed from Soichiro's ideals, and not a single time will he not forsake him for it by the end of the story.

It's the fact that, despite everything, Light will always refers to Soichiro as "dad/my dad" (informal) rather than "father/my father", even after he has been "denounced" (and this is true in every language that Death Note has been translated in, as far as I could find. Man, isn't that so cool! :) <- Through tears).

Anyways that's what I've been thinking of how's your guys' days going

[heartorbit]

just how can i protect your smile?

[rainbowpufflez]

Giovanni homophobia arc™️

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i dig his earnest soul & neglected middle child vibes. he's so Charming and for what reason!

[sluckythewizard]

PART OF A BIGGER DOODLE PAGE. WHEN ITS DONE ILL TUCK THE LINK INTO THIS LITTLE X RIGHT HERE ----> [X] I REALLY REALLY LOVE THE TOM N JERRY DYNAMIC W EMIZEL N VEX. IMAGINE BEING SO SO HAUNTED BY A LITTLE GUY THATS JUST SSSSOO FUCKING ANNOYING.

[crescentpaws]

me: “aww they’re so cute”

literally them:

“You Councillors just can’t seem to get enough of me,” Fintan muttered as Bronte approached him, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Tell me, is there a reason you couldn’t have come to me during the day? Or do you just enjoy inconveniencing me?”

“I assumed you’d be awake,” was all Bronte said.

“A risky assumption,” Fintan replied. “I was just about to head to bed. In fact, if this could wait until tomorrow, that would be great.”

Now it was Bronte’s turn to roll his eyes. “Must you make everything difficult?” he asked.

“It’s what I’m best at,” Fintan agreed.

-

Fintan wondered how he had ever gotten through working alongside Bronte without wrapping his hands around his throat.

-

“Perhaps,” Bronte mimicked through gritted teeth, “it would be best if we continued this conversation inside.”

Fintan clapped his hands together. “Ooh, are you going to torture me?” he asked. “How exciting. I’ve honestly gotten bored of this conversation already. I appreciate you skipping to the action.”

-

Fintan found himself wondering how much trouble he might get in if he attempted to strangle a Councillor.

-

“I’m not so stupid that I’ll threaten a Councillor to his face,” Fintan said. He twirled his finger in a circular motion. “Turn around, maybe then we’ll see.”

-

“Why not go ahead and ban every ability?” Fintan laughed, though it wasn’t funny in the slightest. “They all have the potential to be dangerous, after all. And hey, why not start with inflicting?”

He thought it was a clever comeback—until Bronte shot him a glare that was so vicious it made his knees weak.

-

“Because I know what it’s like—“

“Oh, don’t start with that,” Fintan spat. “You have no idea what it’s like. Any trouble you’ve ever gone through—any pain you’ve ever felt—I’ve experienced it ten times over. And no one’s ever come to my aid. But why should they? I’m a murderer, after all.”

The words couldn’t have been more true.

His eyes strayed to Bronte’s neck. He wondered what it might be like to feel his pulse beneath his fingers.

-

“I fucking hate you.”

———

<333

(anyway. these are all from a fic i wrote that will never ever see the light of day)

[kacievvbbbb]

The character assasination of Lila being more happy to see the family than five. FIVE survived an apocalypse and a deranged bureau for 46 years so he could fight his way back to save his family FIVE. isn't happy to see them after getting lost against his will for 7 years.

Like he thinks the cleanse is over and done with he thinks he's coming back to peace and his family happy and together and Lila is more excited to see them than him? Five who has traversed space and time for his siblings, who has outrun apocalypse after apocalypse after apocalypse for them. and 7 years is enough to destroy all that make him wish for a time without them? I call bullshit.

[restinpaper]

explodes them with my mind /aff

[soaked-ghost]

girls that struggle to breath and can't maintain a stable form and who hate each other

[nyaskitten]

And if I said most of Garmadon’s designs ranged from okay to awful, what then?

[kimbapisnotsushi]

okay no see the thing that made me really, really sad about hinata and the thing that made me really, really root for him and love him and want to see him win it all was how, like, people kept DENYING him. and i'm not talking about spectators in the stands going "omg he's so short haha, can he really do anything?" i'm talking about how his own team and how everyone who knew them in some way - as much as i love them - could never really separate him from kageyama. they were the freak quick duo, karasuno's number nine and number ten. they were amazing! so brilliant, the two of them. and hinata thought it was a way out, at first. he thought it was a way over the summit. he thought it was the key to being someone better.

but a key goes both ways, you know. it can lock you up just as much as it can set you free.

and hinata had to be so, so frustrated. everyone was finding ways to move forward except him. everyone expected him to stay stuck. and you could argue that that's not entirely true, sure, that he was always training, always trying to catch up, and they encouraged that. but nobody ever expected him to be more. nobody ever expected him to go beyond what he had with kageyama - they all thought that was enough for hinata. they thought he was fine like that because it worked for the rest of them. they underestimated how much he wanted to be capable. they didn't get how much he wanted to stand on his own two feet.

and that wasn't fair to hinata! it wasn't fair that hinata, who loved to play and loved the game and loved volleyball so so much, was the only one being left behind! he wanted to change that but nobody was trying with him!!! so of course he got impatient!! of course he was reckless!!! of course he was carving his own opportunities!!! there was no way forward otherwise!!! because if we take a minute to think about how training would have gone while kageyama was at tokyo, let's be honest — it probably wouldn't have gone well. nobody else can do with hinata what kageyama could do with him. hinata would have been held back. he would have felt useless. practicing serves and receives was stuff he was already doing constantly before that, and it wasn't teaching him anything. yeah hinata was a little bit selfish and a little bit shameless but being so finally got him somewhere!!

all hinata ever wanted to do was fly, even if it meant straying from the flock to do so

[sapphic--kiwi]

realized i hadn’t drawn the teenage gayboys in their school uniforms yet so. here’s this comic of them being dumb 💙🤎

[carpathiians]

sketches

ref

[cheesecakethots]

I do not like writing about yans that are really delusional. If I had to be around a man who kidnapped me & already was pissing me off every minute of every day and he had the sheer GALL to assume I wanted him I think I would scream and shit and piss and cry.