#a drop-in sink

[kataraavatara]

i wish that nyx was a girl not just because i’m pedantic about nyx being a female goddess but also that having a son puts feysand in an incredibly sticky political situation. in eight years they’ll be expected to drop him off at an illyrian war camp, where kids are whipped and have their bones broken for infractions. if they don’t make him, the illyrians will never respect him or see him as one of their own, and will grow resentful of Rhysand. If they start trying to reform the child soldier training system now, it’s going to be blatantly obvious that they’re only doing it to spare their son, which will cause more resentment. So their options are let Nyx be abused, which Rhysand thinks is normal and Feyre is horrified by, so massive rift in the marriage and a traumatized kid. OR variations of losing any vestiges of respect the illyrians. now this is an sjm problem and fits better as a doylist critique but i will add this to my list of evidence that rhysand is fucking stupid anyways. not only did he not think through the potential physical dangers of having a child with feyre but never connected the dots to see just how badly it’s gonna blow up in his face in t-minus eight years. oh tumblr user kataraavatara, you say, you’re so cruel, why are you criticizing him for wanting to start a family. well when you’re the head of a hereditary monarchy your children and how you raise them are in fact political choices as well as personal ones. tough luck bat boy.

[evergreen-femme]

i wish i had a mom who wanted me to be her daughter and was excited about it

[biboomerangboi]

What you need to understand is that Hua Cheng and He Xuan are truly the Kendrick and 50 Cent of their universe. No one is being a hater the way they are.

[noodleblade]

My friend, gimme ur thinks. I wanna know how you think Brainstorm would react if Percy actually flat out said he loves him.

He would explode.

No but for real, I think skepticism would overpower Brainstorm. There's a level of self-consciousness under all his egotism, and I like to think its quite vast. He'd be immediately in self-doubt, even if he knows rationally Perceptor isn't the type to lie, especially when its about his feelings. He can't help but think the worst and because he knows better than everyone, hearing anything different doesn't go over well.

Even if they've been in a relationship for years, there is still creeping self-doubt so being confronted with the blatant opposite would have him shrivel up. He'd deflect, he'd doubt, he may even run and hide because Perceptor certainly isn't going to allow Brainstorm to misinterpret him. Perceptor is nothing, if not clear, intentional and when he wants to be, persistent.

It's....a tense few days- maybe even a couple of weeks -before Brainstorm finally lets the information sink through the various layers of self-doubt.

After that, he's a mess. Giddy, impossibly annoying and smug, very smitten.

Then he realizes he'd acted like a complete dumbass for about a week and very uncool, unself-actualized, and like a complete loser in front of Perceptor.

And then he explodes.

[mammomlette]

People don’t talk about MC needing to wear a magical ring to not accidentally yk cause NATURAL DISASTERS with their powers??? Not only accidentally but without realising???

Diavolo or smthn is asking too much of MC or being a bit too annoying and their other hand slowly drifts towards the ring and they hold onto it while maintaining dead eye contact. Like continue to piss me off hoe I’ll blink and blow a hole in your castle idk

Obv they never do it (or do they?) but the threat is there and it’s a risk dia (or whoever but I’m using dia) can’t take

[garvalhaminho]

no the fact that jace doesn't even know his own birthday and *thinks* it's in january like.......oh valentine you're gonna get it one day

[zarophod]

sometimes all a guy needs is an iced mocha, a bowl of sugared strawberries and old man yaoi.

[cursedconstellation]

I just had the absolutely diabolical thought-

After Cas died the last time, Dean just shut down. He wouldn't let Sam speak of him, he wouldn't let himself think of him, if he saw a man in a familiar trenchcoat, he'd just turn away. Any of Cas' belongings made it to an old shoe-box, stashed away so well it could only gather dust, intentionally forgotten. As far as Dean Winchester was concerned, Cas might have not existed at all.

Sam, of course, wouldn't leave it alone. Every once in a while he'd mention the angel fleetingly, only to be ignored. He tried being forward, cornering Dean and begging him to at least acknowledge a part of their life was missing. He tried being careful and gentle in his approach, trying to spot a hint of vulnerability in Dean, that momentary, blink-and-you-miss-it look in his eye when he'd hear his name. He tried to be casual, off-handedly say something to catch him off guard.

"Oh, I think this was Cas' favourite mug," off to the shoebox it went.

"Cas really liked this song," and coincidentally, he'd never hear it again.

"Cas would've loved that," and whatever 'that' was would never be mentioned again.

No matter what he said, as soon as Cas' name was uttered, Dean suddenly could not hear it. Even when it was left unspoken, as soon as it became clear who 'he' that Sam incessantly talked about was, it fell on deaf ears.

Months went by, and Sam would not give up, he'd never give up. However his attempts would become more sparse and he'd go weeks without even trying to say anything alluding to Cas. In fact, at a certain point, although he could not remember exactly when, he actively avoided the topic, just as Dean did. Some days he was too tired to confront the reality of his brother being severely unwell, and played into it, just to give himself a couple of days of false normalcy. Because Dean was 'fine'. He said so every time Sam dared to ask. So, some days Sam allowed everything to be just 'fine'.

It was one of those streaks, then. They'd have breakfast together and make a small talk, about anything and everything - as long as Cas wasn't mentioned. Dean would make a bad joke, and Sam would roll his eyes. They fell back into decades long routine, only occasionally broken by Sam, who would always end up coming back to the topic of the angel. He'd always try and catch Dean off-guard, even though he knew the outcome by heart by then. Dean would simply look away, the same, dark look over his eyes, and while he'd stand still, the same as before Sam said anything, he seemed miles away.

That day Sam didn't plan on saying anything. In fact, he himself forgot about it, caught in Dean's denial. It was truly easier that way, to just take Dean at face value, to ignore the fact everything he said, did, or perhaps even thought was a facade. The day itself wasn't remarkable in any way, either. It was as if the entire world adjusted to ignore the fact Cas ever existed in it.

They had their usual banter over breakfast, only to split up after finishing - Sam hid away with his laptop in hands, Dean would leave to work on Baby. In fact he worked on her so much, Sam wasn't sure there was anything left to improve. He never doubted that was in fact what Dean was doing, as he'd always hear banging and scraping of metal even through the walls. It was like that then, too. There was clanking, and music, and occasional roars of the engine. Yet-

At one point it stopped.

Sam only noticed it after a couple of minutes - the music still played, echoing through the bunker, but there was no other sound accompanying it. There was no delicate vibrations from tools being tossed onto the floor.

Perhaps it was his hunter instincts kicking in, or perhaps simple paranoia, but there was something unsettling about that silence.

Sam carefully put his computer away and followed the music up the stairs, listening in closely for any sound of distress, or even any sound at all, but Led Zeppelin blaring from the speaker drowned everything out. Once he reached the garage and the music barely sounded like any melody at all, with mild annoyance, he turned it off, for a moment relishing in the sudden silence.

Except- he heard heavy breathing, as if someone was gasping for air despite being locked in a place deprived of oxygen. It was loud, it was panicked, it was-

It was Dean. Dean, sitting with his back against the wall, knees pulled to his chest, tears streaming down his pale, clammy face. Before Sam could even move, Dean looked up at him, eyes wide and glistening, and he looked so terrified and helpless, for a moment it felt like he was just a scared kid, who saw something in the darkest corner of his room.

Between heavy, disorganised breaths, he managed to pant out,

"My ears keep ringing, and it sounds just like him."

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[snailsnaps]

mm two more done!

[rottentome]

I love rewriting mizumono

[iztea]

it's over

[automaticheartcrusade]

Mentally I’m still here:

[victorfrankensteinsuggestions]

Someone PLEASE motivate me to go to school today so I don't drop out and commit reanimation against the laws of nature and human morality

[zeravmeta]

i wonder how many peeps looking at my recent danganronpa posts are like "yooo a new fan!" buddy ive been here since 2011

[hyewka]

ahaha thinking about sub gyu who's really only good for one thing... house husband but he always manages to mess up, just a one trick pony whos only good for dick 😭

wait this eatssssss imagine u come home from work and hes in an apron he recently bought, finding him in the kitchen, washing dishes diligently and smelling muffins in the warm air. it doesnt seem like he notices youre home so you slowly approach him from behind to give him a little smack on his bum lmao