#after the fall arc

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Credit: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/106877777#big_0

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Iruma's crass attitude never fails to make me sigh internally...

Still, I can't deny the contents of this comic. But there are many more things to like about Makoto than just his body.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Gaslighter? I hardly know her!

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[evilautismcrusades]

im sorry but i am right

[greenqueenhightower]

Alicent goes to Rhaenyra to avoid shedding any blood, and the Rhaenyra she knew, the one she saw in the sept in 2x03 would have acceded to that. This new Rhaenyra, having amassed great power and now relishing in her newfound strength, does not cower at the thought of spilling Aegon's blood. It is Rhaenyra who believes she can have "all she wants" now that she imagines herself indestructible. Having lost all faith in the green cause, the Seven, and her expectations as Queen, Alicent becomes disillusioned with Rhaenyra herself. Rhaenyra can no longer talk of peace. Alicent's quest to find it as she preserves her and her children's lives fails. She's once again left alone to tread this difficult path of reconciling her duty to herself, her family, and the realm.

"A true Queen counts the cost to her people."

Alicent still is that true Queen, The Queen Who Ever Was, and she offers Rhaenyra the only way out, with the least possible casualties. But even in service to herself and her freedom, Alicent again shows altruism and is called to pay the highest price possible. She's destined to never be completely free and at peace, her inner torment always eating her soul as she drifts further away from the unattainable dream.

[rainy-matcha]

is billford where Bill gets an honest to god redemption arc and they get back together completely out of the question or no....

(if anyone has a fic recc for this PLEASE comment it on this post-)

[afterthelambs]

Tsukishima is one of my favorite haikyuu characters because he is a professional hater. He turns bitchiness into an art form

[quixot1sm]

hilbert and hilda's baby brother, colress's naive apprentice, interpol's little tool, what can't this guy be! well-adjusted, apparently.

[jopzer]

something about roy tucking his face into jamie's neck during 2x12 as a direct contrast to jamie having fully melted into the hug during 2x08 but still taking a few beats before his eyebrows turn and He tucks in his face and starts hiccuping. yea

[lemonycinnamon]

uhh ignore how i spelled ventriloquist wrong and how bill looks off in the photo with stanford.. blame it on him unable to look totally human i think

[p4perhearts]

Chappell Roan ❤︎ VMA’s Best New Artist 2024

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

(To Shuichi)

I like bucket

...Alright!

[pixelatedquarter]

Shoutout to Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III who's decided the only way he can ask Patrick (who's been constantly hugging both guests and joe for the entirety of the tour) for a hug is apparently onstage comparing him to a football player and saying he looks like a teddy bear he'd like to cuddle.

Like a normal person that doesn't have an extremely complicated relationship with boundaries borne from testing those decades ago and then backpedalling so hard we still see that one gif of him hovering his hand and pulling it back like patrick was a stovetop when they were fresh out of hiatus.

It's the tour of fuck it we heal man, i'm sure you can get a hug without reciting archivebears

[everykabuto]

[lynzishell]

So here we are

...again

[viric-dreams]

Weeks after learning of the Commodore's death--when he could no longer lie in bed consumed by grief, after he was forced to get up, to feed himself, to keep going--Roberts had visited the Dark-Spectacled Admiral. There was no love lost between the Admiral and the Commodore over the years. Roberts had heard plenty of the stories of the Commodore's frustrations upon return from his many trips to London. He hadn't seen the Admiral himself since he was barely more than a child. Yet he had to try.

As the years had gone by, the old guard had slowly faded out of the picture, until there were so very few people left who remembered the olden days. Remembered the Commodore as Roberts knows--knew him. The man who was full of jokes and life, whose charisma captured a room. One who cared. A man who'd spent hours yelling encouraging words through a layer of crumpled steel, trying to grant some level of comfort to a trapped and terrified child, to at the very least abate some of that terror in what could've likely been his final moments. The man who had slowly faded into placidity and smiles and bright nothingness as the years had gone on.

The Admiral was no friend to either of them, not since the schism, but perhaps he might remember the friendship the two had once had. Perhaps he might care that he died. Perhaps there is someone else who remembers the man, the same one Roberts does, and feels something at his passing. He has to try.

He adjusts his spectacles, hiding the puffiness of his eyes from view, and knocks on the door.

[ceruleanslob]

really need fic recs of wrightworth being rivals to lovers... i swear i've scourged the whole of ao3 just searching for some with this premise...