#They need each other so much

[kozzax]

Okay. Finally time to talk about them. The Paragon Twins.

For some context: these are OCs that were created for a long-term roleplay me and my friends are doing and I haven't had a chance to play them yet but like. I'm THINKING ABOUT THEM okay.

The Paragon Twins, in the canon of their world, were raised and treated as foils. Icarus, Paragon of Virtuosity, and Orion, Paragon of Monstrosity. They're twins, they're brothers, and they've always been treated as though one must slay the other.

Icarus is kind. Icarus is kind, and that is his greatest weakness. His heart overflows for the entire world, and it will bleed him dry. All he wants is to be free, but he keeps seeing the hurt and danger in the world and he gives everything he has to try and stop it. He gives away his personhood to try and help people.

Orion is angry. Orion is angry, and that is his greatest strength. He sees the harm in the world and he fights it with a snarling hatred. All he wants is to see the people who have harmed him caged just as he has been so many times, and he will let go of any shard of humanity to make it so.

They need each other.

Icarus stands in front of Orion, bruised and bleeding and broken, and in desperate gasps says no, you can't hurt him, no, he's my brother. Orion plays guard for Icarus, snarling and hissing and biting, and pushes away any who would abuse his brother's kindness for their own sake.

Orion refuses to let Icarus give everything away. Icarus refuses to let Orion let go of his personhood.

Icarus would rather die than let the world take away the last shards of Orion's hope.

Orion would rather kill everyone than let the world take everything away from Icarus.

Icarus is the last Good in Orion's life. Orion is the truest Good in Icarus' life.

They weren't necessarily created as twins. Icarus was sent on a crusade to kill Orion, to kill the embodiment of everything that he is not.

And he saw that Orion was hurt, and scared, and that deep down-- deep down they weren't so different. That both of them were created by this world, were put on pedestals and revered or hated by everyone for no true reason, and--

And he saw the Good in Orion.

And Orion saw the Good in him.

And so Icarus 'tamed' the beast. And Orion protects Icarus. And they grow close, grow together, grow dependent on each other.

Orion was the first person who refused Icarus' help if Icarus was hurt. Icarus was the first person who treated Orion as a person.

They're brothers. They're twin souls, hurt and scarred over and used by the world around them, who need each other to be whole again.

[angeart]

my favorite part is definitely the reinforcement of trust and dependency through physical contact!! im a grian fictive so it hurts a lot but it's exquisitely written and i can also relate to wanting to rip feathers out

goshhhh yeah. that. that's so good.

there's something about a world that only ever wants to hurt them. about their skin (and feathers) only knowing fear and cruelty since waking up here.

and yet here they are. offering gentleness to soothe each other's terrified, tired, bruised hearts.

i'm very normal about them.

[halloweeneva]

Not to mention the fact that she was told all her life that she was going to live an amazing life serving her god. How she was told the adults around her loved her unconditionally. How her god was supposed to protect her.

How on her first day of high school she died on the cafeteria floor surrounded by strangers.

How when she asked her god why he didn't save her? He dipped.

Just think about how it fundamentally changes your relationship with your faith when you are betrayed so profoundly. How do you even go about trusting a god after having complete faith all your life resulted in finding out *as a child* that you can't trust people when they say they'll protect you?

*me being angry because Kristen is treating Cassandra poorly*

*ally’s reminder that Kristen escaped a toxic and emotionally abusive household hits me like a fucking truck*

*kristen genuinely feeling bad and recognizing that Cassandra is owed an apology*

*the realization that Kristen has not been able too keep a god for more than a year since freshman year is probably connected to the fact that she cannot separate being devoted to a god from being trapped in a cult and more so she struggles with the thought of any permanent situation being positive because the constants in her childhood were her chaotic household, her abusive parents and the church that lied to her*

Ah well ok I’ll just sit with that then.

[batfam-stuff-posts-0]

Bruce: Tim and Damian did what?

Jason: Well, Alfred said they weren't allowed to see Dick because he was still recovering from last night, and the only way they could stay was if they were injured.

Bruce: And?

Jason: So they punched each other in the face and told him they were injured.

Bruce:

Jason

Steph: I gotta admire their dedication

[its-your-mind]

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[blackkatdraws2]

[Toon x Mobster] A tender moment.

[Animation timelapse here!]

[AUDIO USED:] Chet Baker - Almost Blue Sound Effects edited by me!

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Fiddauthor divorce arc speedrun <3

After 30 years of searching for his lost brother through demonic rituals and summonings, Ford has become a bit of a notorious demon collector over the years. He's made a LOT of deals with MANY different demons over the years; from minor and harmless little entities to big and powerful overlords. Most of the time, these deals aren't really a one-way situation, so a lot of demons have a strong grip on him just as much as he does on them. It often ends up being a mutual sort of destruction, as in: "I know I'm but a mere mortal trifling with things I couldn't begin to fathom, and I know you will destroy me eventually; but I don't care as long as I get to destroy you too." He just needs to live long enough to find his brother.

The red hands are essentially pieces of himself (his soul, you could say??) that he wields as his method of restraint to the demons he has "tamed" so far. They act as a leash to contain each demons' powers, and he can loosen or tighten his hold on them as much as he wants. The number of hands required to contain a demon really depends on their individual strengths, but 3-4 hands are already very energy consuming.

YES, I gave all of his demons stupid names. SUE ME.

[ronanlynchbf]

tshirt that says NO LIVE ORGANISM CAN CONTINUE FOR LONG TO EXIST SANELY UNDER CONDITIONS OF ABSOLUTE REALITY

[bastart13]

Hazbin Hotel is a mess, pacing-wise, but I missed a good animated musical with just the Worst People so here are some of my Worsties :D

[mxmarsbars]

is it a gift you give or something precious i’m taking?

[teaboot]

Sometimes at work it's not my place to tell people the things I want to say, and I find I often go home at the end of the rougher days to stand blankly in my shower and tell myself over and over what I wish I could pass on.

This accomplishes very little, and mostly just gives me a tension headache, but through it all I think I've narrowed myself down to a few solid things I'd like to tell people the most.

You can't change people. Not permanently, not for anythig. You can support them, encourage them, love them, give them tools and opportunities and resources, but you can't make them change. They can change themselves if they want to, but they have to want to, and they have to want it for themselves, because they're the only one that's certain to be with them forever.

For better or worse, you make your own choices, and blaming bad choices on others doesn't only work to absolve you of responsibility- it also robs you of control. Because if you say you only did something because I did something, then you arent only shifting blame- you're admitting that you cannot control yourself, that you cannot truly make choices for yourself, that other people can control you- and as long as you truly beleive that, you'll keep facing the same problems over and over. You'll keep letting others dictate your choices, because you'll beleive that they can, and you'll never be free.

White knights on horseback are from fairytales. Nobody can help you if ou're not willing to help yourself. To try, to put the dirty work in, to belive you're worth that effort- Act as though nobody is coming to save you. From a struggle, from pain, from bad relationships, from yourself. And when you do save yourself, because you will, because failure here isn't an option if you want to survive, you'll never find another dragon that can keep you prisoner.

Don't say anything to anyone that you wouldn't want them remembering forever.

Doing the right thing in bad circumstances is hard. It's the hardest thing. But if you make the choice to do that hard thing anyways, despite your fear, you'll go on the rest of your like knowing that you're the sort of person who did something.

The present only seems the hardest because the past I over and the future hasn't happened.

There's so much joy ahead of you, the kind you can't possibly understand until you see it yourself.

The responsibility of consequences is often disguised as the power of permission. "I won't do this if you help me", "I'll work on my anger if you do this for me", "I promised you I'd quit, but can I have just one?". The unspoken question is, "Can it be your fault if this goes badly?"

You cant make someone love you the way you need to be loved. Someone can love you very much and still be bad for you, even if you love them very much in return. Two people can love each other very, very much, and try their very best, and still be wrong for each other.

Sometimes being near to someone changes you, even in good ways, and the people you become don't fit together as well as the people you were.

Caring takes work. Even if it's real. Especially if it's real. And the most important gestures aren't the grand, poetic, songs-and-flowers-and-tears moments; they're getting out of bed even though you don't want to. Paying attention to things you don't enjoy. Scrubbing pans, or opening a window, saying "thank-you", or helping carry groceries into the house. The small things fill the big things- without the small, boring, mediocre things, big things feel hollow.

Thrre is honour and dignity in humble work.

If you are a cruel and spiteful person, then you will find every place you visit to be full of the same cruel, spiteful people. This is not because the world is as cruel as you, but because everywhere you are, you will be disliked. This is the curse that comes with being persistently cruel and spiteful.

If you are a kind and ppsitive person, you will repeatedly encounter kind and positive people, because as they grow familiar with you, they will be happier to have you near. This is the reward of being a kind and positive person.

When splitting paths with loved ones, briefly or forever, aim for your last words to always be "I love you".

[hinamie]

itakugi sillies fr the soul

[sp0o0kylights]

Grass is green, water is wet, and Jonathan Byers does not like Steve Harrington.

These are known facts in the universe.

Computers were going to take over the world, a “mobile” phone was being invented, and Steve Harrington had lost most of his hearing.

These were unknown facts--rumors even, if you will. Eddie had never seen even a grain of truth to support any of them. 

(Well, maybe the computer thing, but only because Grant and Dustin both had made a couple of convincing arguments.) 

So he doesn’t think about it, when his freshman gang up on him. 

Doesn’t even factor the “can’t hear well” thing in, when he was tasked (demanded, whined, bitched and moaned at) with helping them explain to Steve why going to the release party of the new D&D box set, located at a hobby store only a mere 2 hour drive away, was important.

Eddie’s not even sure how the little shits got him to agree to do it until he’s standing in the parking lot in front of the former King himself. 

“The store’s leading up to the release with a handful of one-shots.” He’s explaining, unsure whether to pull out the bored act or play up his court jester persona, and thus mixing and matching on the fly. 

He does not care if Harrington doesn’t know what a one-shot is. 

“They’re releasing the set at midnight. You have to be there to get it though, you can’t have someone else pick it up for you because they only got a certain amount in.” 

Harrington’s frowning (no surprise) but it’s not until Eddie is well into his spiel about how his van is already full with the elder members of Hellfire, and thus has no room for the freshmen, that he realizes Steve isn’t quite looking at him. 

Is in fact, looking over his shoulder.

Eddie stops. Follows Harrington’s gaze.

Parked across from Steve’s Beemer, is Jonathan Byer’s barely working clunker car. 

A handful of steps in front of it, and thus nearly right behind Eddie, is the man himself.

His hands are still moving, mouth shaping words silent as he goes, his gaze locked not on Eddie or the kids--but on Steve. 

Who turns back around as Harrington’s eyes slide right back to him. 

“And this is taking place next Friday?” He says, in that sort of annoyed but resigned way parents aim at their children. “After school?” 

“I’d like to go during  school, but the freshmen insist you wouldn’t let them ditch out.” Eddie tells him. “They had two separate arguments about it.” 

Loud ones, that had interrupted the game and given Eddie a migraine. 

Once again Steve’s eyes slide away from him, to Jonathan. 

“They’re not skipping school.” He says suddenly, a glare forming and Jonathan makes an annoyed noise. 

“They argued about skipping, they’re not going to.” He says aloud, and finally steps up so that he’s next to Eddie instead of behind him. 

“Munson slow down, I can’t sign as fast as you’re talking.” He adds, in the hang-dog grumble he’s notorious for. 

Eddie stares at him. 

“Can he seriously not hear me?” 

“No.” Steve and Jonathan answer together. 

“I can kind of still hear,” Steve adds, gaze returning to Eddie’s face. “But its more loud music or noises. I can lip read, but you’re also talking too fast for that.” 

Without pausing, he turns back to Jonathan and says; “Why can’t you take them?”

“It’s Friday.” Byers deadpans. 

Eddie’s not an expert on sign language, but his hands somehow looked deadpan too. 

He’s not sure how Jonathan did that. 

“So?” Steve snarks back. 

What follows is an argument that Eddie is not, at all involved in, mostly because he’s too busy handling the fact that Jonathan Byers has learned sign language, for Steve Harrington, apparently, and given the tone the argument is taking they still don’t even like each other.  

Eventually the argument ends, Steve throwing his hands in the air and demanding that Jonathan owes him. 

(Eventually Eddie will corner the ever so quiet Will Byers and ask why the hell his brother learned sign language for someone he clearly fucking hates.

“Oh they don’t hate each other.” Baby Byers would say, in that shy, quiet way of his. “I think they’re actually friends now?” 

“You think?”

“Well--you’ve seen them.” Will shrugs. “I think being mean to each other is kinda their thing.” 

‘What the hell.’ Eddie would think, right up until he stumbled across one of the kids sign language books. 

Byers the Elder, he decides, isn’t the only person who should learn sign language to chew out Harrington properly.

The pay off is immediate. 

Or at least, the pay off of watching Steve’s shocked face the first time Eddie signs something vulgar at him is, anyway.)

[egophiliac]

he did it! 🐍 and it only took...uhhh...well, there probably could've been less punches, but why hold back!

PUNCHES FOR EVERYONE

[raepliica]

they're down to their last cigarette so they're sharing✨️✨️