#abdanoned

[piroshky]

Kola Peninsula, Céline Clanet.

[collectivecloseness]

Omg some more Robin pls?! Maybe some angst or smth?

Enough Sweetness

Robin Buckley x reader

Steve tilted his head up to watch Robin, yet again laughing under his breath, at her humming to another cheesy love song blasting through the radio of family video. This time she was even dancing to it. Again!

He’d let her enjoy her happiness. She genuinely deserved it, and he was kinda living through her vicarious joy in her love life right now. But not when she was about to abdanon him during his shift, and leave him with a tonne of shit to sort. “Hey! Wanna pick up those tapes on the fooor, for the dozenth time?” Steve chirped at her, but he still shook his head as he smiled, when Robin span around to him, beaming widely herself.

Her teeth shone, dancing with the large bag of candyfloss she hadn’t realised she’d been hugging for the past twenty minutes now. “Y/n’s picking me up early. I’ll do it when she gets here!” She waved Steve off, although hopped over to his side, putting away the sugary treat and grinning up at him, so glad each other’s positive energy was bringing the other up more and more! She was still just bouncing on her feet as she stood next to him, asking him yet again if she should change into the other shirt she brought with her, needing his advice with what she should wear on her first date with you.

Yesterday had been massive. An amazing event in Robins usually perilous life. The first time her heart had beat that fast and it wasn’t because of a panic attack, in months. You had asked Robin out, on a date. You!!!

Robin had been desperately and deeply crushing on you for months, ever since you moved to town and became friends with her and Steve! Robin was so pleased you were actually gay, because she had no idea if you had actually been flirting with her when she had with you, holy shit! And thank god you’d been brave enough to make the first move and ask her out, because Robin knew she would’ve been too scared to speak up. Well, minus a trapped life or death situation. Like how she told Steve her... situation.

The entire end of yesterday’s shift, the phone call between the two that had lasted all night, and all of today’s shift, had literally just been Robin and Steve discussing your date tonight! Robin thought Steve was nearly as excited as her. She was so so so glad she could just talk with him about it! Over and over. Even when she was basically just repeating the same thing for the millionth time, Steve still got excited with her when she brought it up, even asking more questions about it that he’d thought up!

They mostly, however, talked about what you two would do, since Robin, half stupidly, said she wanted to be the one to think of the date idea, since you’d been bold enough to ask her in the first place. She panicked until Steve helped her with some ideas, and she finally had decided on a good date! Robin had it all planned out, every detail perfect. She’d even gotten you a present! Just some chocolates. One of the big selection boxes, a brand you specifically brought up liking.

Robin always remembered those things about you. Steve had teased her for an entire month, when on a shopping trip you two had tested loads of perfumes, and then Robin secretly bought the one you liked the most. She did literally douse herself in the stuff, but Steve teasing her about spraying it extra hard whenever you came in, didn’t help her red face when she was trying to get it on with the ladies! Rather, one particular lady. But... those chocolates were golden. Steve said that type of present was okay for a first date too.

Something Robin asked Steve about yet again. Her bag was by the candy section near the front of the store, since you’d be here soon enough and no customers would be at this time. She opened up her bag, showing off the selection box to Steve in person, and not just a peek through her zipped bag. “Are you sure it’s big enough? Or- or is it too big? Or-?”

“Robin it’s chocolate. I’m sure she’ll love it.” Steve chuckled. But Robin only rolled her eyes at him. “You’re a guy, you don’t get it.”

“Well I get dates, since I’ve actually been on some.” Steve teased, raising his elbow up to defend him from Robin’s shove he knew was coming, but both friends still had smirks on their faces. It’d been a part of the reason Robin was so excited anyway. She kept bringing up the last 24 hours how this would be her first proper date!

“Look, y/n will love them. I swear. You didn’t even need chocolate, she likes you.” Steve solemnly vowed, hand to his heart, and the other coming down on Robin’s shoulder. Who just started vibrating under him at the knowledge, like a puppy on a sugar rush. Steve had to physically take his hand back off, she was making it tingly. He still looked at her. Holy shit. Had she just been vibrating this entire time?

“Yeah, but it’ll definitely score points!” Robin chimed, knowingly.

“Well you know what would score points with me? Picking up those tapes I’ve asked you to clear. You said you wanted to split into sections today.”

“Luckily I don’t need to score points with you, I already know you love me.” Robin sung, Steve having his turn to roll his eyes at her now, as Robin moved back over to the wrong side of the room.

“Hey! At least take your bag to the break room. That way I won’t break my neck on that as well.” Steve teased, lifting it up for her to snatch out his hands.

“Okay!” Robin said, balancing her tray of chocolates in one hand and the strap of her bag in the other.

“Y/n will definitely know you’re a creepy stalker if she sees you just staring out the windows.” Steve teased, tidying the tapes on his side of the room, Robin not even caring about giving a comeback today, too cheerful, only a snort, as she turned her back.

But Robin’s luck did have to run out at some point. While she woke up with a great skin day, and she’d found the bottle of conditioner that always made her hair look extra soft, and her best looking clothes had dried in time for her to wear/pack in her work bag... Robin made a mistake.

Robin skipped over to the front desk, where the break room entrance would be. Only to trip over the pile of tapes on her path, and go flying into the dirty carpeted floor.

“Shit!” Steve swore, running over to where he’d seen Robin topple, only hissing as he saw her gift for you, crumpled between her hands and the floor, and the chocolates scattered across the entirety of it. It was broken. But Steve had to quickly move onto Robin, who was face first on the floor, taking her arm and lifting her up a little. “Robin? Hey. Are you okay?” He asked concerned.

Robin felt dazed for a moment, the heels of her hands slightly burning, and embarrassment flooding through her at eating shit like that. But then, as Steve helped her sit up, Robin took sight of all of her chocolates, smashed and thrown around the floor. It was ruined.

Everything was ruined!

Steve’s heart sank deep into his stomach when Robin immediately burst into tears. “Shit, Robin.” He rubbed her shoulder as he stood her up by himself, very little help from his friend, as he quickly determined she wasn’t properly hurt. She was just upset. Her face not red from bashing it, but from how her tears started to flow.

“Sssh ssh ssh ssh. Hey, Robin. It’s okay.” Steve promised, rubbing both her shoulders quickly to try and comfort her, feeling awful as she buried her hand into her face, after staring at more at her gift strewn about.

“Sssshh. I promise y/n won’t mind, eh?” Steve spoke with a smile. But it didn’t work. Robin shook her head vehemently, rubbing the back of her hand against her nose. “No. It’s all ruined!” She sobbed. Steve gave her a quick hug, murmuring a “No it’s not. It’s not ruined.” into her hair, before pulling back with his hands still planted firmly on her shoulders.

Robin only stood in his hold. “I’m so stupid. You told me to pick them up.”

Steve couldn’t have his best friend talking like this, especially not on what was supposed to be one of the best days of her life! “Nah. I’m too bossy, not surprising my words go in one ear half the time.” Steve shrugged, to which, to his glee, gets a small laugh from Robin.

“You’re not bossy.” She moans, sniffling that tiny smile away again.

“Thank you.” Steve still smiles, gratefully holding onto Robin when she pushes herself into his chest for a hug this time. Squeezing her tight in his arms as she hugged his back, his smile dimming a little as he sees the open box, crumpled on the floor. There wasn’t a single chocolate left in the red plastic of the packaging, nothing salvageable. But it wasn’t that big a deal. He just had to focus on Robin right now. Get her happy and date ready again like she was a minute ago.

But then as he pulled back, because he swore he heard her crying more, even though Robin still looked like she needed that hug, Steve’s eyes wandered down. And his face softened in empathy. “Hey... What happened?” He asked gently, looking down to get Robin’s attention on her pant leg, that was very ruffled and messed up, high on her calf.

Robin sniffed, keeping one hand on Steve’s bicep for leverage, as she pulled up her pant leg, and started to feel the small sting of pain now she was moving it about, now she’d noticed it. She had a scrape on her knee. Little dots of blood around a tiny cut, the skin all looking very flushed.

Steve hissed through his teeth, mostly to show Robin he saw it, as he rubbed his hand up her back. “Come on. Let’s go to the break room, get it fixed.”

Steve walked her there, turning on the lights before he propped Robin up on a stool, grabbing the first aid kit and gently dabbing at her scraped knee with an antiseptic wipe. As Robin used the tissues he’d brought, to clean up her snot. Although she was still crying. Steve carefully pressed a bandaid to her knee, before settling on his knees by her front, gently nudging her hand with the back of his finger. “Hey. What’s wrong?” Steve learnt to ask that more than ‘no need to cry’ after that had been ingrained in him as a child. He’d only gotten rid of it after his King Steve days, even then when he was trying to comfort people he cared about.

“It’s okay! You’re still gonna go on your date and have an amazing time. It doesn’t matter that much, really Robin.” He assured her, but he chewed on his lip as Robin didn’t respond, tears still following heavily, only shaking her head with a groan, disagreeing with him.

Steve sighed, deciding to sit down properly at her knees now, knowing that under the layer of glee Robin had for this date, she also was bursting with anxiety. “Why’d you think chocolate would be the end all?”

“It’s not about the chocolate. It’s because it was a gift for her.” Robin explained despondently, her breath hitching with cries as she scrubbed harshly at her cheeks. Who cares? Her make up was ruined now anyways!

“Okay, why do you think a gift would be that important?” Steve decides to ask instead, his own breath catching in his throat at the miserable look Robin gives him from where her head is bowed. Fringe a mess, mascara dabbed under her eyelids, skin flushed under her freckles, and eyes dejected.

“Oh jeez, you’re really nervous aren’t you?” Steve realised, rubbing his hand over the back of his head.

“It’s-“ Robin had to take a deep breath, the action immediately stuttering in her throat, and causing her to sob again. Wiping at the tears still leaking out of her eyes. “It’s not just that it’ll be my first actual date. Or that, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to date that many people. Because I can’t exactly go around saying that I...” She swallowed, tearing up further as her lip trembled. “Saying I like women.”

Steve shuffled closer, resting his hand on her good knee.

“That like, I might not get many opportunities to date. It’s not just that, I-“ Robin heaved a breath that sounded pained, spit flecking out as she breathed. “It’s that... I really, really like her Steve. Like, I don’t just like y/n, I...” This one, Robin found harder to finish. She didn’t wail more, or cover her face, She just needed help in saying it. He nodded in understanding. He already knew. Squeezing her knee, he moved until Robin could catch his eyes. “I really really really like her Steve. I like her so much. And I just... I don’t know what I’ll do if she doesn’t like me that way. If we go on a date, and she wasn’t really that serious, or she decides I’m not good enough-!”

“Hey! Nobody could think that.” Steve shook his head as he stopped her there. Eyes serious but empathetic up at her.

And Robin nodded, taking his hand that was on her knee into both her own. Holding them tight, as she tries to come down.

Steve can tell she really does believe him, so he shimmies a little closer, his feet jammed against hers as he adds. “I mean hey, didn’t she ask you out?”

Robin laughed. A shy and excited little “Yeah.” leaving her lips, like she still couldn’t quite believe it herself. It was really a good for her moment. And she squeezes her best friends hand in excitement as she recalled the happy memory, Steve squeezing back.

“What the hell happened in here?!?”

Robin and Steve’s heads both shot to the closed door of the break room, instantly recognising your voice. And realising you must’ve seen the scene of scattered tapes and ruined chocolates all over the floor, with no one in sight.

The two both froze, before turning back to look at each other. With only knowing looks, no words, passing by the duo, Steve easily recognised that Robin wanted him to go out first, and get you.

Which is what he did, Robin watching him stand and open the door, hearing him mumbling to you about her, as she sniffed, and desperately tried to wipe at her eyes. Oh my god. How much snot did she have in her? And why could she still not stop crying??!

When you entered the break room after Steve had somewhat explained the front, your heart broke as you saw your Robin. Sitting there on a stool, looking so small, as she looked up at you with a tear streaked face, pant leg lifted and a bandaid on her knee. “Hey! Hey sweet girl. What happened?” You asked, walking towards her.

Robin looked up at you sadly, eyes blurry from her tears, feeling like her shaky lip was about to form a pout. And all she wanted to do was reach her arms up for you.

But she didn’t need to. Because you swooped straight down to her level, enveloping her in a big hug. Robin cried more into your shoulder as you did so. Not loudly, but knowing she was letting drool and tears onto your jacket and still clinging to you anyway. Little hiccups leaving her as you pulled gently away, rubbing her leg up and down above her sore knee. “Hey sweetheart, you’re okay. What happened?”

Robin took some shaky breaths, still clinging onto your jacket as you held her arms, her voice a little shaky too. “Th- the chocolates.”

“Were they for me?” You asked, with a sweet and surprised smile.

Robin nodded. Wanting to bemoan ‘I ruined it’, but finding herself unable to with that smile you were giving her.

“Oh Robbie, that’s so sweet! Thank you honey.” You hugged around Robin’s neck, swaying her a little, with your cheek pressed to hers. And Robin couldn’t help but close her eyes, and take a breath, clinging onto your arms that were wrapped so lovingly around her neck, and just letting you sway her.

“It’s okay, thank you for the gift anyway sweetie, I saw it. That was so sweet. They looked nice.” You spoke warmly.

Robin nodded, sniffing as she clenched her hands back and forth over the arms of your jacket. She was about to say, that she just wanted everything to be perfect, to prove to you, but she was cut off by you talking first.

“I don’t think I need that much more sweetness though, do I honey?” You grinned wide, before leaning up and giving Robin a big kiss to her cheek.

It made her giggle, actually giggle. Even though it was sappy. But she knew that was the point. You were trying to make her laugh.

But as Robin’s giggles died down, you gave a tilt of your head with a small shrug, saying a causal “Also” before pulling out from your bag, the exact same box of chocolates.

“Holy shit.” Robin laughed in a breath, still sounding a little congested. You wiped her tears softly with the back of your hand. “Yeah. Seems like we have a lot more in common than we thought. And we haven’t even started the date yet!” You smiled, and Robin smiled shyly but excitedly back, hiding her freckled face that was red for a different reason now. “So I think you’re doing a pretty good job so far.” You winked, and your hands dropped from Robin’s shoulders to her lap. Where Robin could pick them up into her own, and hold them.

Robin sniffed, most of her tears having stopped now at least, and you freed one hand to rub at her hurt leg again. “C’mon. Let’s clean up that pretty face, after Steve took my shining knight moment of helping your poor leg.” You smiled, taking Robin’s hand to help stand her up, and keeping a hold of it, as well as still looking at her, while you walked her over to the basin in the room.

Robin stammered out, finally able to make a joke “I might’ve bled out first, before you got here.”

You grinned at your date. “Well, did Steve get to do this?” You asked, getting on your knees in front of Robin, and kissing her sore knee.

Robin sucked her lips in with her smile as you did so, holding her hand out for you this time, to help you up. Something she felt so grateful for, to feel you holding back. “No.” She sniffed. “Bastard.”

You threw your head back at her joke, eyes shining on hers as you laughed with her hand still in yours. And Robin beamed with pride banging in her chest.

She finally relaxed as she let you wash her face up. Blowing her nose a little disgustingly, but you didn’t seem to care. You stroked back her hair that was sticking to her cheeks with the water, before giving a smiling pout, knowing her tears and your wet cloth had kinda messed with her look. “Oh your pretty make up. I know I worked hard today on mine too.”

You made Robin shy, looking to the trash can before binning her tissue, pivoting a little on her feet with a burning smile. How long had you been doing and redoing your make up? Were you freaking out about what to wear like she was? Just for your date with her?

“Guess I’ll have to freshen up your make up for you, huh sweetheart?” You took Robin’s face in your hands, wiping your thumbs on the glowing parts of her cheeks where tears had rolled before. Robin nodded at your grin, loving that you were holding her face. And knowing you were hinting at touching it more, by doing her make up for her. “Yeah,” Robin started, finally feeling the flirty part of her beat the anxious one, as her hand stroked the back of your own affectionately. “I think I still feel all lightheaded from the fall, so...”

You wanted to kiss Robin right now. You’d tell her that, later, after your first kiss. You’d tell her all the times you wanted to kiss her beautiful face. But instead, you held yourself back by nodding. Gently squeezing her warm cheeks once more, before tilting her head closer to you and kissing her other cheek this time. “Okay then. And you’ve still got to tell me where you’re taking me on our date! I’ve been so excited since yesterday!”

Robin’s eyes widened. Finally clear enough to see you again, and so wonderstruck grateful at what she saw. God, she couldn’t wait to kiss you!

[crowetesque]

Long time no post. Throwing out a snippet of another sketch (I'm almost certainly going to abdanon) of my warlock, Rosalind.

I really should finish something with that sweet, sweet Birthright hat though.

[sunshinexlollipops]

Brooooo, pls ignore this if I’m so far off the mark, but I found a fanfic 🥲 and this tumblr was tagged. It kind of ended on a cliffhanger and I was just wondering if it’s been abdanoned or maybe posted under another name? Sorry to bug you if this isn’t who wrote this story!

hello @chief-hopper11 ! hope you don't mind me tagging you to make sure you see this! :)

firstly, merry Christmas! hope this response finds you well and happy! and don't worry, you're, no bother at all!

secondly, I believe the fic you are discussing could be ACW? I'm not sure but that is usually my main WIP people come around about lol.

if it's about ACW (amidst a clash of worlds) then I AM SORRY for one but IT WILL NOT REMAIN A WIP!!

I'm not sure when I'll be able to complete it but it is a goal I intend and also have tried to keep, especially over my hiatus w the story. even tho I've been radio silent here, popped out for a bit, popped back in and etc, ACW never left my plate. so don't worry! it will get done!

if it is another PWP, you can comment below and I can let you know what is up with it! :)

and bonus:

here's a photo of my sister's cat (princess) because either way I've put you through something lmao

[gorillageek27]

What would Jaune insults be for Raven and Jacques since I realized during his insults he didn't do it to the two worse parents in Remnant?

Raven: you absolute cunt. You abdanon your family for some fucking useless fucks! Go see your daughter right or i will kick you in thr vag.

Jacques: your moustache makes you look like the lorax came up and took a shit on your face.

[vendettacanons]

⚔️ Characterization Hour : Vaas ⚔️

// It’s been a hot minute since I posted anything and I’m sorry for that. My motivation inexplicably tanked this week. I’m feeling a little better now so I’ll get around to my inbox and replies soon. In the meantime, I’ve been playing a lot of Far Cry 3 and analyzing the characters (both to pick up one or two more and specifically to study things for ship ideas and characterization of Vaas specifically).

// Mind the tags for trigger warnings. Far Cry 3 is dark as shit.

// I noted this the first time I watched the cutscenes, but playing through the game and actually getting the full context firsthand really hit different; Citra openly says that Vaas was not always the way he is now. He wasn’t always so crazy. (Granted, both of them are crazy but I’m chalking that up to some idea about genetic things that I’ll talk about later.) She says he wasn’t always a fucking maniac- the drugs turned him into that. The drugs and the unforgiving harshness and cruelty Hoyt and his work demanded of him. She blames Hoyt for turning Vaas into what he is, and she’s right. She mentions that Vaas used to live with her and the Rakyat, and that he had some kind of birthright he ran away from (meaning Vaas is likely supposed to be the one leading the Rakyat and that’s another thing I’ll touch on in a bit.) After Hoyt discovered the islands and began trading drugs to the settlers in exchange for bodies, Vaas was one of the unlucky ones who ended up getting hooked. Hoyt took a liking to him, and put him in a downward spiral.

// There’s more to this though. It’s never explicitly stated how long Hoyt has been in the Rook Islands but we can draw a rough timeline. Not much is known about Hoyt’s upbringing, but it is known that he likely started young, killing his father and joining a criminal consortium before eventually taking it over for himself. No exact age is given, but I’d clock him at 20 then. Our biggest hint to that is a line that we get from him during his fight with Jason. He states “he’s been doing this since before [Jason] was born”. This is likely in reference to attempts made on his life by mutinous Privateers or Pirates. Jason is 25, so his business has lived for about 25 years, which makes sense given Hoyt himself is 45. He must have discovered the Rook Islands later on (thanks to his Pirate lackeys knowing the oceans so well) given that he states he has connections all over the world. I’d say he’s been on Rook for about 10 years, considering he has a whole foothold on the place and a giant satellite dish (which would take years to build by hand, especially when his men are incredibly varied and probably not all experienced in design and building, much less any of the locals). He’s definitely been sitting on the property for a long ass time.

// This makes sense considering Vaas and Citra lived and survived on the island as orphans for a long time- theyre part of the native population. Going by this timeline, Hoyt arrived when Vaas was 17. Perfect timing for him to get hooked onto drugs, abandon his birthright before he was set to receive it, and putting him at an ideal age to be easily manipulated by Hoyt into something evil and sadistic. He was following Hoyt’s example, the drugs just amplified the effect of his cruelty.

// Again this is all speculation and largely headcanon considering Far Cry 3 didn’t give us any solid hints at an actual timeline.

// Branching away from the why, I wanna talk about some headcanons I have about Vaas himself. It is very plain to see throughout the game that Vaas is not entirely bad. I mean, he is irredeemably awful, but there are some points that I want to draw attention to. He obviously cares very deeply for Citra. He mentions it often how he loved his sister and would do anything for her at some point, even kill, and in a conversation with Hoyt he sounds legitimately heartbroken that she is tattooing Jason and giving away his birthright like that. He seems to have this sober moment of clarity where he feels like his sister is replacing him based on how far gone he is. So obviously, part of his emotional instability is chalked up to Hoyt’s conditioning and drugs. But not all of it is.

// Part of Vaas’ mental instability comes fro mugs parents, and Citra is proof of that. There is literally nothing known about their parents, they were abdanoned as children. But both Vaas and Citra carry something from them: mental illness. It’s hard pinpoint exactly what kind, but addiction might very well be in the genetics. Why would Vaas, who was basically a prince capable of having anything he wanted brought to him at the snap of his fingers, turn to drugs? Unless one of his parents was an addict themselves which, again, very possible considering the island’s were likely discovered by the Pirates— meaning prior to Hoyt’s arrival, drugs were still being trafficked. That would account for why Vaas got hooked so quickly, while Citra showed a measure of restraint. However, Citra betrays other things that only genetics could account for. Because the environments they’re in are so vastly different. Both Citra and Vaas demonstrate developign strange obsessions and compulsions. Citra develops an irrational obsession with Jason after he finds an artifact (one that is important to her people granted, but how quickly and deeply she develops it is what makes it so concerning). Vaas just develops obsessions with fools who end up on the island in general— Chris, Jason, etc. In Vaas’ case, it’s hazardously exacerbated by the drugs but hey- Citra wasn’t exactly tame about how she handled it either. It’s impossible to tell what the defined cause of them being so unhinged with their obsessions is given how little else they show, but there’s definitely some common illness they likely inherited.

// And before I go any further, I just want to put a disclaimer that mental illness does not inherently make people evil or more likely to commit crimes or atrocities. That’s not the case at all and that is not what Citra and Vaas are meant to portray in canon or in my own writings. Mental illness is not the reason why both Citra and Vaas are fucked up as characters. Special conditioning to torture, abuse, and kill people, treating them like disposable toys, and violent drug addictions in Vaas’ case, or as a threat against them until proven otherwise/ indoctrinated into their sacred culture in Citra’s case, are. The fact that they may have inherited some type of mental illness from their parents developed as a result of Hoyt before he even showed and it’s gone completely unacknowledged or treated is just a catalyst.

// Anyways, what is the point of all this? Why did I do this characterization assessment? Well, this is basically a long-winded way of describing a new facet to my portrayal of Vaas. One that I’ve been looking for for a while now. With all of my characters, I try not to let them fall flat and be defined by one particular characteristic. In Vaas’ case, this is very difficult. He’s so all over the place and unpredictable that writing him is easy, but actually capturing the essence of him is hard because he is often only portrayed as being one thing: insane. But after playing the game for hours and carefully studying him, I found it really interesting how Vaas has all these “breaks in his insanity”. They mostly happen when he’s talking about family. His quiets up, he softens, and his act vanishes only to pop back up when something seemingly random sets him off again. But the fact he has these breaks at all, and the way he acts during them, implies that part of Vaas— the man that he was supposed to be, is still there. His entire persona is driven by a work and drug motivated impulse to be as destructive and chaotic as possible. And he is. He is cruel, evil, nasty, and wicked. But he’s also still capable of being gentle and loving like he was when he was with Citra. He shows he still loves his family. He even still carries some of their traditions, like calling everyone “brother” or “sister”. There are moments, rare as they are, where he is free from the demands of his work and his addictions aren’t gnawing at him. There are small moments of calm in the storm that he has become. It doesn’t erase or justify the destruction that he inevitably brings. But it does exist. Because Vaas is still a man after all. And he knows there is something really wrong with him. He’s not only guilty, he is tormented by it. He literally gets on his knees and begs Jason to kill him. He knows he’s fucked up. He’s just not strong enough to change.

// TL;DR: Hoyt’s been fucking shit up since before Vaas was born. This is all Hoyt’s fault. He’s the reason Vaas is an orphan, he’s the reason Vaas was mentally unstable even before he gave him drugs and forced him to abandon his birthright and work for him, he’s the reason Vaas is such a wicked little brute that destroy everything he touches. But there are brief moments where his facade cracks and reveals he’s still capable of being the gentle loving brother he once was. He still loves his sister very much and he feels very guilty for abandoning her. He knows there are things wrong with him and he knows he can’t correct them or finish himself off by his own hand, hence why he begs for death in the end. Thanks, Hoyt.

// Looking at it, this will definitely impact my portrayal of Vaas. Probably not by default, but definitely in terms of pre-established relationships and ships going forward. I’ll mention ahead of time that nobody except Hoyt, Citra, and Vaas really know the extent of what has happened to him. Buck does to a certain degree but he doesn’t have the full story. I’ll also say this does not change the fact that most of Vaas’ relationships that aren’t business related are going to be unhealthy or downright abusive, if not for a large portion of it than for all of it. Vaas has proven that he is not above threatening, manipulating, emotionally toying with, and physically hurting people. Especially those he develops obsessions with. He might be infatuated with someone, but his infatuations are far from pure and wholesome. And stemming from that, he is not one of those “fixable” villain types. Lots of love and understanding are not going to cure him. He is not going to go change overnight because someone was nice to him. In general, I dont see Vaas changing for anyone. He’s just too... stubborn and set in his way to do so. But if he does, it’ll require some hardcore chemistry and a metric fuckton of plotting (and probably a dead Hoyt but that’s neither here nor there).

// Anyway if you read this far, you’re awesome and I love you, thanks for coming to my TedTalk. ❤️

[strawberry-marshmellow-cat]

I’ve seen some stuff about catradora on here that I want to talk about! Some people don’t think catra should’ve been forgiven by the other characters so quickly. Do I need to remind y’all this is a KIDS SHOW??? And they had to put all her redemption into one season. So of course it’s watered down. I would’ve loved a longer redemption for her too! It’s my fav trope!! But we didn’t get that, so I live with what I got. And also, forgiveness isn’t always earned. Sometimes u make a choice to forgive someone. And catra truly was sorry. AND saying “I forgive you” is NOT the same as saying “it’s ok”. You can still be hurt by something, but make the choice to forgive the other person. And lastly, catra and adora have been in love since season one. But because of the time the show was written, they couldn’t really show it (written in 2016 when trump was elected). So no, catradora isn’t fan service or something, it’s legit been planned since the beginning. Also, the idea that catra “regressed” and allowed herself to be defined by her relatiobship with adora is absurd. Her time apart from adora wasn’t healthy, it was an all consuming obsession with what she saw as adora “abandonment” of catra and all their shared dreams, leaving catra with shadow weaver (tho adora literally said “come with me”). But obviously catra missed adora and loved her the entire time, she was acting from that place of pain and anger and rejection and abdanonment. She isn’t defined by her relationship with adora. She’s trying to be a better person, and she’s allowing love to be her defining trait, not hatred. They love each other and always have; now they’re finally acknowledging that. It’s that simple.

[zenkaiankoku]

"she has little to offer"

What the FUCK i'm fucking sick. She did not ABDANON HIM! She was arrested for trying work and provide for her son! Because she didnt have a piece of paper that said "i belong here". So she's been jailed for doing NOTHING wrong, and her son has been kidnapped and given away! Racist ass fucking judges and lawmakers. Every deserves the right to love and support their children.

Just like I said. Illegal adoption.

https://abcnews.go.com/Blotter/immigrant-mom-loses-effort-regain-son-us-parents/story?id=16803067

[disney-park-historical-docs]

From Joseph Mankiewicz archives. March 1978 WED document describing original design for The Land pavilion which was abdanoned 

[vaniije]

Yes your alive i thought you abdanoned this place but no you did'ent YAS.... sorry i really like your blog and clem.

haha i rarely use tumblr gosh im mostly active on my deviantart / twitter !! ♥♥ http://vaniije.deviantart.com/ and https://twitter.com/Vaniije !

but it means alott o hear that gosh ;;♥♥♥

[scipunk63]

JASHI

I’m seriously a little worried about Jack. Before, he seemed to think he’s only be stuck in the future for a year, or two. So of course he would be focused souly on his goals and not living his life. Now, he’s been stuck there for 50 years and yet the whole world has stopped around him. He literally has nothing to loose at those point. He’s seem to have accepted that this might be his life now and abdanon his goal. OR: He could defeat Aku and be FORCEFULLY returned to the past, knowing he will die before he gets the chance to meet his friends again, if any of them will still exist in the future. OR: The time portal may have permanently stopped his aging so he’s forced to face an uncertain, Aku free future that may or may not have his friends at all.

[jess-the-dangerous]

“I’ve been serving Gunmar and Bular for a very long time. I abdanon everything I know and love for them....and they just throw my hard work aside...maybe everyone is right. I’m a useless impure.”

Open RP

Jess sits alone in the forest. In her hand is her favorite knife. She takes out of bottle of creeper’s sun. She opens the bottle cap and pore it out onto the knife. She put the empty bottle down. 

She stares at the poisoned knife for a long time, crying silently. She press the knife agents her dress. 

She closes her eyes. 

“Goodbye…” 

[melancholicquill]

You alright? Your friend could be offline

((It's alot of stuff. Family shit, abdanonment issues out the roof... I confessed to my crush and that got nowhere... And now my friend, who I love writing with, is so very o b v i o u s l y online and incredibly active but I feel like they're ignoring me. I've tried to talk to them about it before, but it got brushed off.I just feel incredibly unimportant and so very easily discardable right now, which is making my depression even worse and my mind go "see, i told you, everyone fucking hates you and you're worthless and are just a waste of space"And sometimes its really hard not to believe thatEspecially right now ))

[sapphicvampyy]

I don’t know I feel like networks really need to do better and I mean cable networks (minus the CW) there’s nothing on Fox that’s interesting imo, ABC, CBS, I watch the reality tv on those shows but that’s it. They need female writers, to abdanon old formulas such as the sitcom plz no more I loved some and grew up with them himym, friends, but idk if they work anymore. Take examples from Netflix, HBO, starz, Disney, bbc America, Hulu I’m sorry but they are putting out better content, I swear like all the shows on Fox are like here’s a show about a firefighter, a police officer, make more interesting, make more interesting unquie shows with female writers.

Good girls might be the only interesting show they have.

[koscheyyy]

“Right so that guy in the hat” John says to himself as he scans the wiery man leaning against a tree sipping his morning coffee.

He and Sherlock have been sitting in the park for just over an hour, waiting for their suspect to walk their dog (“If it’s a new foundland he’s our murderer!”) along the path just a few meters in front of them. Sherlock had woken him up at the bloody crack of dawn, yelling at him to get dressed while shoving a half cooked piece of toast under his nose. At least he’d remembered that John needed food unlike his unbelievable self.

Now they were here sitting on a damp and uncomfortable bench, trying to fend off bordom with a light hearted attempt of deductions.

“Right, so he’s wearing shorts in the middle of November, so he’s obviously a twat” John states plainly. Taking delight at watching Sherlock’s lip curl in a shy smile. John loves watching Sherlock try and force himself to not laugh at John’s jokes. He loves when he turns his head away to muffle the sound of his baritone chuckle escaping those perfect lips. There are many things about Sherlock that he loves, but his laughter sits at the top of the list. And that’s when he decides he’s gunna make his buttoned up husband cackle like a mad man in the middle of this bloody park as revenge for being woken up at silly o’clock to look at dogs.

“He has one of those hipster beards,so he’s definitely a twat” John points out with no remorse, smiling at the sound of Sherlock giggling beside him. His body has leant forward out of surprise of John’s words and his nose has crinkled to show that gorgeous little wrinkle he gets between his eyebrows.

“Oh god I think he heard us” John says with fienged shock as the man turns around to face them. Sherlock purses his lip and tucks himself inward to draw attention away from him- they were on a bloody stake out, for godsake. “Oh my god! He looks exactly like Anderson!” John exclaims under his breath before off-handedly making his final remark, “unlucky bugger” which sets Sherlock off.

His deep voice chuckling deeply beside him without abdanon, trying and failing to keep his voice down as he laughs and laughs. John can’t help but feel his heart clench at the sound of Sherlock full body laughing over his remarks. Mission accomplished. There is a small pause of fine divinity between them giggling together on this rickety bentch, still damp with morning dew before John realised the man is coming over and he looks rather offended.

“Something funny?” The man bellows from across the path as he storms towards them.

“No! no!” John replies- Sherlock is still trying to pull himself toghether from his giggling fit and is no help to the confrontation at all.

“Well what you laughing for?” Mr-definitely-a-real-twat shouts back, still adamantly approaching them.

“A man over there!” John claims and points toward a clearning between two trees. “He fell over, it was brilliant”

The man pauses and looks over to where John was pointing. He takes a moment to exhale a breath and allow his shoulder to sag by a fraction before giving a solitary nod and turning to walk away.

They both watch him slink off down the path, throwing his coffee cup into a nearby bin as he tried to shrug off the spreading feeling of embarrassment.

“What? No apology?” John asks to the empty path. Sherlock smiles.

“I wouldn’t get to upset, John” Sherlock states as he leans closer toward his husband “the man’s just bought £500 pounds worth of washing powder under the false title of it being cocaine”

John bursts into a fit of giggles at the ludicrous information. His eyes screwing up as he falls upon the back of the bench for support.

“You can’t possibly know that” he says with a steadying breath.

“Well either way, we know he was most definitely a twat” Sherlock replies as his lip curls into a brilliant grin, before they both begin to giggle again like a pair of love sick fools in the middle of a park on a chilled November morning.

Bench Scene outtake

[absolutely-anon]

Tbh I just needed to say this somewhere. I fucking hate my birthday. I hate it bc I feel abdanoned, forgotten, like no one gives a shit. It’s Christmas Eve tonight and it’s also my 27th birthday. A couple of my closest friends remembered, my family obviously, but for the ones who I thought were close and my SO, my coworkers, absolutely nothing. I get that everyone’s with their families but aren’t birthdays supposed to be the one day you’re supposed to feel special? Fuck that I’ve cried so much today and I can’t wait for it to be over. How do you yell at your friends to remember you? You can’t do that. I just wish they would. How do you tell your SO you wish they did something nice for you? You can but they don’t hear you. I honestly fucking hate this and sometimes I don’t want to be here. Then I think about if anybody would give a shit and I know my family would, my two best girlfriends. But the rest of the people? I feel like it would all just be a front. How much they say they cared when they really did nothing. But I’m not selfish like that, I couldn’t do it to the people I love. So I just think about it sometimes and go numb. The hardest part too is that I don’t have anyone to talk to today. All my friends are with family and even my cousins are with their parents. Half my family is sick too so I can’t even hug them. Really just feeling alone this birthday. Really wishing I was just alone on an island somewhere with no fucking cares in the world. Or maybe with my grandma somewhere, having her sing me happy birthday. Instead of being alone in my room, in a “are we broken up?” textument w my SO, trying not to annoy my cousins or friends when I need help.

Happy birthday to me.