#and he sent me her paper

[somuchstrdst]

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[pynkhues]

I read somewhere that Rolin specifically wanted Louis to be a brothel owner because he thought it was important for his character that he have the same casual view on the exploitation of people’s bodies as book slave-owner Louis. These are important aspects of his character that I feel the show handles with more nuance and care than the books. Louis should get to have his negative qualities!

(x)

Yeah, I think I read that too, anon, and honestly, I think it really makes a lot of sense for his character, and also is a part of what makes him really interesting? This is a bit of a tangent, and I've got a half-drafted longer reply to someone else's ask about this that I'll post eventually, haha, but there's so much stress on Louis as the most 'human' vampire in fandom, when I think that's both true and untrue? I think Louis feels very connected to human expression (most clearly seen through his love of art and literature), while having detachment at best and derision at worst for the humans who create it (best seen through his cruelty around the artist in Paris, but also his gentrification of San Francisco in the 70s and abandonment of the people in 2.01).

In a lot of ways, even that in itself feels like the embodiment of capitalism, and like - - it's been fascinating to see this embrace in fandom of Louis as a capitalist and yet this sort of denial of the reality that successful capitalism relies on the exploitation and abuse of people for the sake of profit. That exploitation and abuse almost always involves intersections of racism, misogyny and classism, which Louis has absolutely been shown to participate in.

Like, God, in the first episode alone, the Alderman Fenwick tries to anally rape Bricktop, and someone (well, Lestat) murders Miss Lily, and Louis doesn't even bat an eye. Maybe you could make an argument that he had commercial interests at risk with Bricktop, and was distracted by his brother's death and Lestat's Whole Deal by the time Miss Lily was killed, but I think to deny that his flippancy towards both crimes isn't inherently steeped in misogyny and a devaluation of women's bodies and lives, is pretty naive.

I think people tend to think misogyny is just about hating women, and it's not. It's about upholding patriarchal structures and values that oppress and objectify them, and having ingrained prejudice against them. Louis absolutely uses women as a pimp, and I think even at home upholds patriarchal family dynamics with both Grace and Claudia. I've touched on that before, and linked to those posts there, so won't get into it here, but yeah! Louis' relationship with women is complicated and usually paternalistic, dismissive and - ultimately - about him, even with the women he - genuinely! - loves.

And when I say that, I mean it as literally the opposite of a criticism. Like you said, he should be allowed to have negative qualities! Those negative qualities give him texture and humanity and make him real, and are one of the reasons the show's version of him is so, so compelling.

[thatrandomblogsays]

Lmao Zeus & Hades are such bad dads that they think Percy would rob a god for his deadbeat dad who owes Sally 12 years of back pay for child support…

These literal God-Kings sat down and were like hmmm Poisedon hasn’t talked to this child in years to avoid people knowing he ejaculated when he should’ve of evacuated… & has a shitty abusive stepdad now… that child would absolutely Mission Impossible Olympus for him! Let’s kill him :)

Hey dumbasses, my own deadbeat parent can barely get me to text them back, I ain’t stealing shit for them. As a member of Team Deadbeat Parent, that request would’ve caused 12 year old me to cuss out an adult for the first time

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[cass1x1]

[TEXT] - i have an idea, probably gonna get us in trouble though. / xabian and fawn but like in a whatever if they don't have phones it's a letter of some kind

@sangre

[a note delivered to lady fanalín at 11:46] if you have an idea that's going to get us in trouble, then i think we should definitely do it --xab [a note delivered to lady fanalín at 11:52am] where shall i meet you? do i need a disguise? or possibly a weapon? a shovel? --x

[fingertipsmp3]

No one:

Me: does anyone want to hear what my sims family did today

[waugh-bao]

[rosicheeks]

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[number-1-kuaidul-fanboy]

Okay not my usual content but after seeing some reception of it, I have to talk about From Up on Poppy Hill, specifically Shun and Umi's romance.

(I will be talking spoilers for this movie if you haven't seen it so click away if you don't want me to give away the ending. I also watched it in dub. Keep that in mind because some scenes, the train one in particular, are different in dub.)

This is going to sound insane but they are honestly the best Ghibli romance I've seen so far, because they were friends first and got to know each other in a way that felt very natural. It was clear to me that there was a real spark between them, it was more than just physical attraction. Yes, they thought they were biological siblings for a while but still had feelings for each other and that's weird and all. But they figured this out after they already felt convincing romantic feelings for each other. That's not an easy thing to just stop feeling. In my experience, crushes are worse the more I try to repress them, especially if I feel wrong in some way for having those feelings. *Cough* Spectre *cough*

So I never thought Umi and Shun were wrong to love each other. The feelings sprouted before they could've possibly known and they did agree they couldn't be a couple while they thought they were blood related. And yeah I get that they're still legally recognized as siblings. Sort of. Umi's father only "legally" adopted Shun so he wouldn't end up in an orphanage, because that was the son of his good friend. (Why Shun's actual adopted parents didn't officially adopt him? I don't know.) Umi's father didn't raise Shun for any substantial amount of time, Shun was adopted by his parents before Umi was even born let alone capable of remembering him. Shun's true parents were the people who raised him.

Shun and Umi are not siblings by blood, were not raised as siblings, and had no way of knowing that was even a possibility. They're not gross or weird for having feelings, especially since they never acted on them, not inappropriately at least. The most they did was be honest with each other about how they felt and worked to find out the truth together and maintain a positive relationship, whether it was platonic or romantic. And that's honestly really sweet. If it's uncomfortable to you, that's fine, it's valid, but I never felt like Umi or Shun acted out of line, just felt ways they couldn't control and didn't know how to deal with, which I personally related to. For very different reasons but still.

And in the end, they turned out not to be siblings or blood related in any way, which yeah I knew going in but it was still such a relief to see. I wanted them to get together but obviously, I don't support incest. I love this movie and I love that everything all worked out in the end. Sometimes I just want a nice happy hopeful ending.

Even if the movie did end too soon, come on, what do you mean I don't get to see Umi become a doctor?!-

[thomas-mvller]

Today i ran into a piece of shit at the doctor's office and never in my life i've felt more hatred towards men like i did today

[happypeachsludgeflower]

I’m not really one to enjoy proving other people wrong. Simply knowing they’re wrong and I could is usually enough for me, (i.e. my dad’s insistence that Spock and Kirk are straight when we ALL know they’re not),

but last night I was given the immense satisfaction of explaining to my step father why his opinion was wrong is such detailed that the Asshole Who Knows Everything actually said, “You’re right.”

I shall be lording it over him for the rest of existence.

essay in the tags

[aingeal98]

Cass's civilian identity being paper thin is so important to me actually. Barely anyone on the street knows Bruce Wayne's daughter and any of the press who are interested can't uncover a single thing other than him adopting her when she was 19. It leads to a whole lot of speculation but no actual facts.

Meanwhile you have assassins who are the best of the best, the cream of the crop, and anyone who is someone in the evil assassin underworld knows all about David Cain and his daughter who turned rogue and became Batgirl.

Which means most of them see her with Bruce Wayne and are like ohoho a clever plan by Batman indeed! Putting Batgirl undercover as Bruce Wayne's daughter to guard and protect Wayne, who's a key part of all the recent projects to improve Gotham City. Masterful gambit Mr Batman sir, you also get a spy who reports on everything Wayne's doing whenever you need it.

This gives Cass the freedom to not even try to hide herself behind some sort of helpless civilian persona. Attempted kidnappings of Bruce Wayne and his kids have dropped by 90% since she got adopted, as the first one to try and take a fancy party hostage got the shit kicked out of him by Cassandra Wayne while her father watched proudly.

The next attempt brought a gun and she disarmed him then broke his hand. Finally they sent a whole squad of mercenaries to kidnap Bruce and Tim on the way to a W.E business meeting only to find Cass in the car with them. The kidnapping did not go as planned and the goons have several questions as to why the fuck Bruce Wayne's daughter is a metahuman who dodges bullets. They never get answers.

She's the only batkid who never has to fake her abilities. Damian is highly indignant about this but she just pokes his forehead and tells him it's a skill issue when he complains.

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Villain!Ghost x Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Synopsis: Your husband wants your company..

A/n: GUYS OMG, I know it's been 1 month and a little more since my last official work. I've been procrastinating on this for so long since I only have less than a week till school again.. Also everyone I love on this app is just disappearing, like @ghost-cyphera just deleted her account 4 days ago and I got the notif but didn't see it in time, I didn't even get to say goodbye. Just wanted to apologize to you guys after being gone for so long as well. Also, another villain!Ghost drabble? 👀

Finding it difficult to walk was one of the least things you've suspected you'd be concerned of upon conceiving, always needing your handmaiden's help in such a mundane task was shameful to say the least but your husband insisted.

If it hadn't been the hand maiden then it would've been him instead, you couldn't keep him from his duties from the kingdom as he carried even yours. Wanting you to turn your attention to the health of the babe growing in you and especially yourself..

"My lady.." you were pulled out of your thoughts by the voice of your handmaiden. You took in a breath from the cool air that blew on your face as you stood by the stone railing..

"Yes, Leticia?" You turned to her..

"The prince consort has requested your company.." Leticia announced, you nod as you removed your hand from the cold stone. You glanced once more to the people of your kingdom, going about their day and life before gently lifting yourself off from leaning on the stone.

Leticia offered you her arm to help you walk more efficiently..

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"You sent for me..?" You asked your husband, he was sat and signing another set of documents and scrolls. You closed the door, palms gently pushing till you heard it click.

"No, I told them to announce my arrival to you. How dare they exert my wife by giving her false instructions.." he huffed to which you laughed. He wouldn't do anything violent about it, as he so usually does with staff that don't comply but he knew it'd upset you if anything gory were to happen to them.

"I am quite alright, I need to move around too. It's proven to be good for our child." You said, sitting next to the graciously comfortable chair next to his working desk that he had someone make for you.

You felt relief from the pressure previously on your back, hand on the bump of your stomach and with that a sigh came from your lips. Peacefully watching your husband, the sound of the satisfying scratching of the quill on the crisp papers.

You felt his hand grasp yours, he pulled it, lips resting on the back. His affection made your heart beat faster and he felt it, the pad of his index finger on your wrist. The thumping made him chuckle as you smiled and leaned your head on his shoulder.

"You should rest for a while, my love. You'd work yourself to sickness at this point." You kiss his cheek softly. He put his quill down, "If that's my wife wants.." he said.

He wrapped his arm around you, the other hand placed on your baby bump. His thumb gently rubbing, you jolted a bit feeling a strong kick..

It made you groan, how restless the rascal is. Your husband adjusted his hand to feel the next kick.. he'd swear it was a girl, not that he'd care for that sort of thing. He'd kill for them either way, especially for you. He could stare at you all day, swollen with his child.

How glowing you looked wrapped in the finest silk and the gold and jewels in your hair and body clicking upon contact with another piece, he wished he could tell you how utterly speechless you'd leave each man by just walking passed them but to him no word is enough to describe you.

At least he could spend these small intimate moments with just you and you alone, free of the world for even just a few minutes as he needed a break from the work he very much was eager to do to be able to receive praise from his wife..

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[goddevouringserpent]

👾 for Kaija!

Fast Forward, by You Me At Six!

When you feel the fire is gone I'll pour some gasoline on I, I, I'll pour some gasoline on I, I, I'll pour some gasoline on

sooo Kiki is very good at both getting things started and keeping them going. she's a source of motivation in ways that are unexpected to herself even, considering she's spent most of her life worrying about herself only—and paradoxically that's kind of what makes her motivating and inspiring in the context of the Crusades.

she could never give up, she never had anyone to fall back on, someone she could trust to take care of her. it was Keep Going Or Die, & she translated that over to the Crusades pretty seamlessly

not in a threatening way, but like—she doesn't, for lack of a better word, coddle her people (be it her companions or her fellow crusaders or whoever). she doesn't let them give up. if they show any signs of giving up, of surrendering to despair and exhaustion, she takes it upon herself to "pour some gasoline on"; stoke the fire. which isn't necessarily always a good thing because Kaija is stubborn as a mule and arguably made of fucking steel, she can handle the type of pressure she puts on herself, but uh. not everyone can, let's just say. still, somehow, rather than make everyone angry at her, she inspires a surprising amount of them to reach that level of Being Made Of Fucking Steel lol

And I might be down but I'm not fucking out 'Cause I need more hours to turn this one around

see above :3 no matter what happens, she is NOT giving up and you can NOT defeat her. you can NOT get rid of her. roach-ass kinda woman. who would win: the Abyss or Gregor Samsa if, instead of being crushed by existential depression about capitalism & the inherent alienation thereof, he was a big woman with a sharp stick and anger management issues

I scratched the surface yesterday, I I know how this one will play out Let me start you before you start You played yours, I played my part

a lot of the stuff she goes through seems like going in circles over and over, repeating an endless cycle that she's grown to know intimately. the disappointment, the disrespect, being used and played with and ultimately tossed aside. she's lived that, she knows how it works, and she is fucking done with it. when the cycle closes (endgame), her priority is to make sure that everyone else is playing by her rules, and that they eventually learn as much. let them think they've won, that she's played into their hands—she knows she'll get to have the last laugh, the moment of brilliant triumph, because she's been fucking trained for it in ways nobody else has. after all this time, she's one step ahead and she plans to keep it that way.

Both cut from the same cloth

a lot of the people who annoy Kai the most work perfectly as her narrative foils, oops

[fingertipsmp3]

The sims 2 is so funny because you can do everything right, you can make your sims study cooking and go to work on time and micromanage everybody so that they don’t die in stupid ways, and then the goddamn nanny burns your house down

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Short Stories: Too Late For Remorse

(Prequel)

Yandere Ex Husband x Countess Fem Reader

TW: time regression, cheating (mentioned), yandere, delusional behavior, etc.

“No!” (Your name) shot up from her bed, body covered in a cold sheen of sweat. Her lungs were on fire while her breathing was labored. Her hands fumbled at her neck as her heart pounded in her chest harder than a hammer against wood. She was alive… but how? She had been poisoned by her husband’s mistress…

(Your name) clambered from her silken sheets. The young lady nearly tripped on the fabric from her haste, but she had to scramble to the mirror… she had to make sure.

(Your name) gasped at her reflection in shock. She was twenty again… no longer was she the sullen, neglected thirty year old wife of Duke Blackburn. She was once again the young Countess (Last name)! She had the means to start over again.

(Your name) sunk to her knees as she smiled at her ceiling. A few tears fell down her cheeks as she sucked in a shaky breath. She wouldn’t waste this second chance, no. She’d get her engagement annulled and live a peaceful life this time… no matter who she had to eliminate. (Your name) would pay her fiancé and his mistress back ten fold for their betrayal.

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(Your name) cut up her breakfast with the smallest of smiles on her lips. A week had passed since her time regression and her personality has done a complete one eighty.

No longer was Countess (your name) naive and meek, she was a brighter existence with a determination to learn more knowledge. A change that startled the people around her… especially her father.

Her father, the count, seemed quite curious on the sudden change in his only daughter. (Your name) had always been a young woman interested in romance and fairytales, yet that girl was no longer sat in front of him… she was a stranger now.

“My dear, are you not interested in any sweets?” Count (last name) softly asked his daughter who hadn’t touched any of the desserts presented before her. “These have always been your favorite…”

“I’m sorry, I’m just not interested in sweets anymore.” (Your name) gave her father a soft smile. It wasn’t a lie, she lost her love of sweets in her past life when her husband had made constant comments on her body over the years.

Count (last name) frowned before he sighed. “You also haven’t sent Trishan any letters recently… is everything okay between you two?”

Ah yes… Trishan was his name. (Your name) had called him Duke Blackburn for so long that she had forgotten his name…

“I don’t think he liked me that much is all, father.” (Your name) replied softly. “Plus he’s been awfully close to Lady Serpico’s daughter, Lady Gia.”

Count (last name)’s expression quickly darkened at the mention of Lady Serpico. That nightmare of a woman had damaged the reputation of his wife many years ago before they had gotten married… could she have sent her daughter to try to do the same to his darling (your name)? Was this why she had been acting so strange? Had Duke Blackburn made his daughter feel inferior to a snake?

“I will look into it, my dear daughter.” Her father rose from the table to pat his daughter’s head in an affectionate manner. “I love you so much dear… don’t you ever forget that.”

Of course (your name) hadn’t forgotten that, that’s why she used her father’s love to her advantage. Perhaps he could free her from this fate if he annulled the engagement once he found out about the affair?

(Your name) calmly slipped her tea as a ghost of a smile crawled on her lips. She’s moved her first chest piece, she wondered if her dear fiancé would enjoy the shame?

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Trishan shoved all the papers off his desk, his hands clutched at his chest while he struggled to breathe. Where was his fiancée? His darling fiancée?

Trishan’s blue eyes scanned the papers in hopes to spot a letter from her, the ones she used to always send him during this time.

He’s returned to the past before he was blinded by greed… before his long affair with Gia Sherpico… before (your name)’s murder. He could make it all right now since he had the chance to be the husband his beautiful, loyal wife deserved!

Trishan frowned when he hadn’t found any new letters. Was (your name) in good health? She was always such a frail woman… perhaps he should go visit her? Yes! She’d probably be so happy, she always had such a beautiful smile.

Trishan began to gather up all of the papers with a smile on his face. He had already ended things with lady Gia the moment he returned to the past, that snakelike woman wouldn’t pull the rug under him this time! He would not let her sweet lies fill his head and turn him against his darling wife. His innocent wife who had done nothing but love him…

Trishan couldn’t bear to find (your name)’s cold body again… he couldn’t live with himself if she died again. If her lips were blue and she laid in a pile of her own blood like some grotesque halo. No, he would protect her this time!

Trishan sighed dreamily at the thought of this second chance. He’d visit her this weekend with her favorite flowers, baby’s breath! They do mean every lasting love, after all!

A shame Trishan failed to realize was that a large bundle of baby’s breath smelled like feet…

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“I’m sorry, but my daughter doesn’t wish to see you.” Trishan felt his blood run cold when he was denied entry into the Count’s home. (Your name) didn’t want to see him? This had to be some sort of sick joke! Yes… that was it.

“Very funny, Count (last name).” Trishan waved off the count as he tried to enter the estate anyways. His large bouquet of baby’s breath caused Count (Last name) even more ire.“(Your name) will be thrilled I’m here-“

“My daughter doesn’t deserve a man who can’t keep it in his pants and someone who’s gift her a bouquet that smells like feet.” The count shoved Duke Blackburn back a few steps, the baby’s breath now laid in a puddle of petals at his feet. “Good day to you!”

Trishan could only stand there in shock, his hands clutched at his chest while his breathing was ragged. It wasn’t supposed to be like this… they were supposed to start over. They were meant to be.

Trishan tried to gather up the flowers in haste but they were already too trampled to fix… he’d have to get her a new bouquet. Perhaps a better scented one at that?

Trishan glanced up at the door, hopeful that this was all a big misunderstanding. (Your name) could never hate him… her father must be keeping her away from him.