#absolutely uncalled for

[p1nkcanoe]

in case you forgot

[crispysnake]

Hi This is really just for @ravendruid cause they're the only one who has the full context so HERE U GO FREN AND IM SORRY IN ADVANCED Anyhoo this takes place in me modern au, while Keyleth and Percy are in uni! (I also apologize in advance if a lot of this does not make sense I am v sick rn and running on 3 doeses of dayquil and chocolate chip banana pancakes)

Everything feels beyond hazy but Percy still manages to gather enough focus to rub his hand up and down Keyleths back as she heaves into the toilet bowl. They had the same amount of shots, which really wasn't that many despite them celebrating her getting an incredible review on her research paper, he found it really doesn't take that much for her to get drunk.

Percy's mind feels far away as he stands and stumbles to the sink, filling a glass of water for Keyleth while leaning onto the counter, It was amusing at first, when she gets tipsy she gets giggly, hanging off of his shoulders and telling him about how silly short-eared owls look when they're running around, way too loudly might he add. Then she gets rather existential, going on about how everyone is just a prisoner of their own anxieties or something, he kind of tuned out, but it got hard to ignore when she got sad drunk. it still feels hard to ignore.

"I just- I mean come on Percy, my own m-mom didn't- didn't love me enough to come back... I don't know how-.. how could anyone else?"

She claimed it so nonchalantly. It feels like something he was never meant to hear, and yet he doesn't think he will ever be able to forget it.

He thinks about his family, how unconditionally his parents supported him and how Ludwig never seemed to stray far from his room, always interested in whatever he was creating, or how Cassandra clung to him in their scariest moments, entrusting him with her life. Since then, he felt as if he would never get that trust or tolerance, or love, ever again, of course until he met Keyleth.

Percy heard the shifting of Keyleth backing away from the toilet and he took a breath before sitting down cross-legged in front of her, nudging the glass against her hand until she finally took it. He watched her take a single sip before leaning and leaning, falling to her side onto the bathmat with a groan. "Nope," he said shortly, Keyleths head spins as he grabs both of her shoulders to pull her back up to a sitting position "You will hate me tomorrow morning if I let you fall asleep on the floor. It's disgusting." he brushed off one of her shoulders and tucked her hair behind her ears, pushing the glass back up to her face "No 's not it's comfy" She could only slur in return, making him smile a little. She bickers like his sisters did.

Percy ensured she drinks at least half the glass before letting her lean back to rest against the edge of the bathtub, and shifting to sit beside her, feeling her instinctively press into his side. He can still faintly recall how quickly she became physically affectionate to him or perhaps just affectionate in general. How it merely took one or two instances of Keyleth spotting him staying absurdly late at the library, (just as often as she did) before she brought him homebrewed tea and asked if it would be alright to sit and study with him.

Had Percy been a bit irritated at first? yes, a little, was it also the first ounce of kindness anyone had shown him in a while? also yes. Was it annoyingly hard not to find comfort in her presence or adore Keyleth as a person? yes. sometimes it still gets to him, how she noticed him there. But was she aware of that? no. and now he's definitely sobered up enough to know that he cannot stop thinking about it.

".. how could anyone else?" Percy truly does feel he will never be able to forget it.

"Keyleth?" He calls hesitantly, turning his head enough to glance down at her. She hums in acknowledgement and with the same amount of coordination as a fawn, attempts to pull herself up to look at him.

"Did you mean what you said earlier? about feeling.." he whispers now, his brain still feeling a little too buzzed to rethink this "Unloved?". Percy watches Keyleth sit up fully and stare at him, he watches the gears turn in her head as she processes, slightly sobering at his words. "Uhm.." Keyleth pulls her knees up to her chest almost defensively and curls around them, unsure what to say or do, tempted to pretend like she forgot about what she said entirely. Of course, she hasn't forgotten, and she never will. "I'm not sure" she whispers in reply.

They both know this isn't entirely a lie, Percy has known Keyleth long enough to know about what happened to Vilya, to know her extremely complicated thoughts on the matter, how it felt trying to grow up after a situation like that, and something else they both thoroughly understand is that she is not great at discussing her feelings openly. Opposites as they are, it is a habit they have in common.

He thinks about his siblings again, and how many excuses and lies he told to get out of family dinners. It keeps him up at night that he cannot recall the last time he said goodnight to Vesper. He thinks about how he never truly realized that when he thinks of his sisters, Keyleth always seems to fall in line with them. And he never wants her to feel as uncared for as he ever might have made them feel.

She's avoiding his eyes now, feeling an empty pit starting to form in the middle of her chest, staring at the tiles and hiding the lower half of her face between her knees. "Well," Percy started softly, reaching out to take her hand, "You are... Keyleth you are my best friend, and I love you".

She simply stares at him again, as if she's searching his face for any traces of deception or dishonesty, and she finds none. Keyleth feels tears prickle her eyes and her throat thickens, she pulls him forward by the hand and wraps her arms around his middle.

"I love you too" Percy could feel Keyleth mumble against his shoulder and he hugs her back equally as hard. As they sit on the floor of their small, dingy bathroom, holding each other tightly, for once Percy doesn't feel guilty at the thought of her as family, because a part of him knows that he needed to say it, just as much as she needed to hear it.

[classic-film-comments]

Hemroids

[echosong971]

@certified-memelord

you did NOT have to call me out like this

the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

[scarlettaagni]

something something people finding the party mocking or outright hitting Laios "for being weird" as the peak of comedy is like one degree removed from that snarky, quippy, mean-spirited as hell tumblr personality everyone emulated not that long ago some still do)

plus the automatic implication that ridicule and violence are acceptable against someone "being weird" or "being too passionate" about something they can't relate to or a level of excitement they can't relate to, and that's particularly heinous cause everyone and their dog agrees Laios is autistic af

[druckkugelschreiber]

Why do I have a headache now? 😭

[van-oskuro]

There's a certain irony about someone speaking against hate by portraying entire groups of people as the enemy because of their beliefs. Almost reminds me of someone else. What was his name? The loud shouty guy, stole Charlie Chaplin's look?

[mr-and-mr-pendragon]

Balinor: You hear that shit, son?

Merlin: How did you know I was your son?

Balinor: What

Merlin: What

Arthur: hmmmm ueueueueu merlin.....

[insomnya777]

they're filming the next life series like right now. like Right Now. they're making alliances that are gonna change our brain chemistry entirely!!!!! they're doing things that are going to make us go INSANE!!!! they're talking right now. they're interacting. they're playing the game. maybe someone's died already. maybe there's a full-fledged server war going on. we don't know. we won't know until friday and that is KILLING me

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

People hate on Elwing when Ulfang and his sons are right there. Reblog to agree on a common enemy.

[kirbythesixth]

YOU'RE GOING TO SIT IN THE CORNER AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE SAID

i just imagined Winnie from the bad ending singing the open arms reprise from epic the musical to Augustine and now i will never recover

[qqweebird]

i dont think bill and ford ever “had sex” i think whatever they did was much weirder and more fucked up than that. like they were doing some plausibly-deniable freak shit that probably wouldnt count as “sex” and yet that ford would (refuse to) talk about in the same way as one would talk about a hookup decision made in poor judgment or an embarrassing fantasy. & that bill would absolutely allude to as being nasty fuckin

[felixcosm]

Nah, Sam isn't making anything weird. He's well within his right to tell Alice he doesn't want to talk about his relationship, especially considering how she acts.

She's the one always making it awkward or embarrassing.

[pitohuimaki]

i can’t believe i have to say this, but please don’t send hate or cruelty or any kind of harassment to other sao fans on my behalf.

i don’t care if you say you mean well (you don’t), or if they said something about me first. it’s never necessary or justifiable. it’s hurtful, it’s disgusting, and it’s malicious. if someone said something about me then i honestly don’t want to hear about it in the first place, but if it’s so urgent that you absolutely must show me, i alone will make the decision on how to respond to it, if it’s even worth responding to.

DO NOT, under ANY fucking circumstances, send transphobic or racist messages (or any other kind of hateful messages) to people while claiming it’s to “protect” me. i am a grown adult, i can speak up for myself if i feel like i need to. i’m not playing fan wars with people. i’m here to enjoy my time and talk about a series i love.

it’s particularly hypocritical to do this while claiming it’s on my behalf, given my history and experience in this fandom on the receiving end of horrific and vile harassment from another fan’s followers. it not only hurts someone’s feelings, but it reflects extremely poorly on me and humiliates me in the process, which negates your supposed intention of defending me.

if something is so desperately eating away at you because you’ve decided that it’s a vaguely shady post about me, then send it to me if you have to, then let me decide how to proceed and how to respond privately. otherwise, refresh your webpage, close page, or fucking go outside. you don’t need to pick battles for me. fuck.

if i find out that you’ve sent that kind of message to someone, you’ll be blocked immediately on everything.

to everyone else, i love you dearly. thank you.

[cry-ptidd]

i can never show my sister pics of alucard because she keeps saying he looks gay :/

[technicalknockout]

O SWEET RELEASE OF DEATH FREE ME FROM THIS ACCURSED FLESH PRISON THAT IS MY MORTAL BODY (has fallen victim to menstrual cramps and is slowly losing any trace of coherent thought)