#and finally feels safe and whole again

[shannonsketches]

Why is the anime so weird, it's not even the same series dude?? It's like,

Anime:

GOKU: I have a great idea to bring peace to the universe, and my leadership and compassion alone will unite us all. I have No Flaws and am A True Relatable Everyman :)

VEGETA: NO! I AM THE BEST AND I WILL CAUSE PROBLEMS UNTIL I AM RECOGNIZED AS SUCH!!!!

Manga:

GOKU: Vegeta what's cornmeal made of? I know it's what the corn eats, but what's it made of? VEGETA: Hey Kakarot let's play the quiet game until one of us dies.

[noxexistant]

now, consider. jack taking morris’ blankie as revenge for oscar stealing and destroying medda’s book.

it takes him a long time, but he figures it out eventually, that it had to have been oscar that took it. they’d been the only ones outside of the family that had seen it that day.

the next time medda visits the brothers, trying to work through everything and maybe see if oscar’s willing to confess to taking the book, jack goes with her. he calls it a “surprise”, and they both know it won’t go over well - least of all because neither of the brothers deal well with surprises - but medda’s too wrought to really fight it. she knows her boys fighting is inevitable at this point, and she’d rather they at least do it where she can try and mediate.

needless to say, it doesn’t go over well. oscar is furious when he sees medda and jack at his and morris’ hotel suite door, but medda manages to bargain them in to sitting down and talking for a minute or two. morris is as eager as he always is, joining medda on the couch when she invites him over, rocking and chewing his fingers and talking quietly with her. oscar’s occupied with his brother, making sure medda doesn’t say anything to upset him, so jack pretends he needs the bathroom and goes off. and, once again, he sneaks into the brothers’ room and swipes morris’ blankie from the edge of his bed - even more worn now than it had been then.

he doesn’t have a plan. he’s not thinking particularly clearly. he doesn’t even fully understand how much it means to morris or why, to him it’s still just an object, he doesn’t understand HOW significant it is to morris - he assumes morris must’ve grown out of it, at least mostly. he just wants to hurt oscar, desperately. he wants to get revenge for his mama and every awful tear she’d cried over her lost book - revenge for how oscar had shrugged and averted his gaze when medda’d asked about it a minute ago, said he didn’t know anything in that cold tone jack hates so damn much - and he knows the best way, maybe the only way, to hurt oscar is to hurt morris.

when the “conversation” immediately, inevitable, all goes to shit when jack returns, he leaves quickly with medda, not putting up any sort of fight for once. oscar’s shouting and morris is making noises as they’re kicked out, but jack feels some cold, hollow bit of satisfaction, as he leaves with morris’ precious ugly blanket stuffed under his jacket.

WHAT IN THE ACTUAL F-

Ohohohhoho T/w: Cursing, violence, angy Os, fighting, did I mention violence?

This one got so fucked up, y'all. I'm (kind of) sorry.

‼Warning this is my most graphic one yet‼

‼I am begging you to proceed with caution‼

‼Super graphic stuff has red text warnings before and after‼

Nox I hope you're proud

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Oscar raises seven kinds of hell. He knows it was Jack. He knows he did it on purpose. And he knows Medda is gonna defend him with all her might.

He doesn't care.

There's nothing stopping him now. Morris is a wreck. He's wailing and screaming and physically sick with not having his blanket. There's nothing Oscar can do to console him. There's nothing more for him to do.

He leads Morris out to the car, has to practically drag him out there. Morris is clinging to a massive bag of sour skittles, he's chewing on the soft flesh in the palm of his hand, he's whimpering and howling and shrieking.

And Oscar's done with it. He's done with Jack Kelly thinking he can do anything he wants and get away with it. "C'mon Mo, we're goin' to see Medda."

That, at least, has an effect on Morris. He's quieted from full blown screeching to loudly sobbing into one of the pillows they kept in the car. Oscar makes sure he's buckled in before he starts driving, knuckles white as he holds tightly to the steering wheel.

He makes the trip in record time. He swerved into a parking spot, throws the door open, and slams it shut. He moves to the other side, helping Morris out before he storms up to the front door, pounding on it.

He's going to drop Morris off here. He wants Medda to see exactly what her precious little Jackie did to his baby brother.

What he doesn't expect is blue-eyed Davey to open the door.

His brows furrow as he recognizes the brothers. "What-"

"Out of the way," Oscar demands, trying to shove past him, eyes searching behind him for Medda.

The boy doesn't budge, frowning at him. "No. Why are you here? What do you want? Jack's-"

"Don't." Oscar snaps at him, and Davey's mouth snaps closed. "Where's Medda?"

Morris's hand finds the back of Oscar's shirt, tangling in it as he tries-and fails- to control his sobbing.

Davey turns to call for Medda over his shoulder, though he still doesn't step out of the way.

Medda emerges from the kitchen, smile on her face as she starts talking without looking up.

The smile falls as soon as she takes in the scene.

She hustles over, waving Davey out of the way, and ushering her boys in. She looks them over, checking for any physical damage. She tries to reach out for Morris, but he cries out, and Oscar moves in seconds, hand gripping her wrist to stop her. "Don't."

"Don't talk to her like that!" Davey scoffs from his spot across the room, indignant that they're treating her this way when she's just let them into her home.

Oscar turns a searing stare on him. The kind of look that-if looks could kill- would've had Davey gone six times over.

"You'd better shut your trap. Lucky I ain't already broke your nose and busted your teeth," Oscar snarls at him. "It's your boy's fault this is happening in the first place."

"My boy- you mean Jack?" Davey asks, almost a laugh in his voice.

"Think somethin's funny?!" Oscar jumps to his feet, lunging for Davey, but Medda takes him by the arm, holding him just out of reach.

He turns to her with an incredulous look on his face, but she just shakes her head. "Oscar, you know you can't stay if you're going to fight."

He swallows hard around the heat rising in his throat. He has to stay complacent. He has to take every hit to his pride so Morris can be safe.

He chokes on it.

Oscar shakes his head, yanking his arm away from her. "Take care o' Mo."

(It's about to get hella graphic plz be careful. I'm gonna put more red text at the end of the graphic stuff)

He storms out, going to the car, trying to ignore the wailing and weeping he can hear, even from outside.

Davey's suddenly beside him, hand on his arm, saying... something. Oscar can't hear it past the roaring in his ears. He can't find it in himself to care enough to listen.

He slams his head against Davey's, watching with dim satisfaction as he crumples to the ground. Oscar digs through his pockets, pulling out his wallet, finding his license. He punches the address into his gps, tossing the card back down as Davey stirs.

He climbs back into his car, and heads off.

He finds their house with relative ease. He marches up to the door, banging wildly on it, demanding to be let in.

The door swings open, revealing the man of the hour.

Jack Kelly

Oscar doesn't even wait for him to say anything before he pounces, both of the men crashing to the ground. Oscar has him pinned before Jack can do much of anything, and just starts whaling on him.

He doesn't think. He can't think. There's too much in him. Too many emotions. Too much anger that he's always just pushed down for Morris's sake. But, Morris isn't here.

Jack finds an opening enough to shove him off, and he tries to pin Oscar, but he isn't as practiced.

Oscar stands, chest heaving with his breaths as he kicks Jack down again. "Where is it?"

Jack is struggling to breathe, and Oscar can see it in the way he's moving and wheezing and struggling to stand. "Where's Mo's blanket?"

Jack staggers to his feet, breaths still coming out in wheezes. He glares at Oscar, trying to comprehend just what was being asked of him. He's seriously doing this over that fucking blanket? Nothing's changed. It's been almost two decades since they lived under the same roof, and Oscar Delancey hasn't changed one bit.

(This is the end of the super graphic stuff. There's mention of it further down, but nothing like what's between the red)

Still, he knows first hand that Oscar won't stop until he gets what he's looking for. Jack nods, holding tightly to his aching ribs, and disappears into the hall, leaving Oscar standing in the foyer alone.

Jack gets back quickly, throwing the blanket at Oscar-stupid ratty thing was worthless anyhow. "There. Now, get out."

Oscar holds tightly to the blanket, checking it over for damage. At least, more damage than it had had before. "You got a lotta nerve comin' to our house and takin' Mo's stuff. Him ain' done nothin' to you."

Jack has the audacity to laugh. Face beaten and bloodied, and he laughs?!

Oscar steps forward again, taking a sick sort of satisfaction in the way Jack cowers away from him.

"It's just a stupid blanket!" Jack huffs out, leaning against the wall. "What the hell does it matter if I have it or not?!"

"It ain't yours. That's what matters 'bout it. You don't get to do whatever you want," Oscar sneers, clutching the blanket tighter to his chest as he starts for the door. "Oh, and Kelly?"

Jack raises a brow, a soft "Hm?" escaping him.

"If you ever even think of hurting my little brother again, you gonna lose everyone you care about." He slammed the door closed behind him, going back for the car.

The drive back to Medda's, Oscar thinks over everything that had happened. His stomach sinks at the thought of what he might find when he gets back. Morris clawing and hitting and trying to find him. He isn't sure what he'll be like when he gets there. They've never been apart longer than a few minutes. And here he is, storming off. He's no better than the adults they grew up with, letting his anger take over and control him.

He's such an idiot.

He pulls back into his parking spot, Davey long gone from the sidewalk. He takes the blanket in his arms and makes his way to the door once more. He knocks, much softer than before, eyes welling with tears that he tries to hide when the door swings open again.

Medda pulls him in, wrapping her arms around him, one hand patting his back, the other curled securely around the back of his head. He gives a half-hearted attempt to push her away, though he ends up just sobbing against her chest for a moment. When he realizes Davey is sitting just across the room, he does pull away, wiping at his eyes.

"Where's Mo?" he croaks, and Medda gives him a small smile, patting his cheek.

"He's in your room, dear."

Oscar frowns at her. "He's... what?"

She leads him down the hall, to the very last door on the left, and opens it for him.

To say that Oscar is floored would be an understatement.

It's exactly like he remembers. Right down to the blue walls with the little daisies painted on them.

But

"Why?"

"I told you before you left, hun." Medda ruffles his hair, a show of affection she knows she may never get to do again. One she knows she's only getting to do now because both brothers are too vulnerable to deny. That Oscar doesn't have the energy left for a fit about being touched or doted on or pitied. "My kids always have a home here."

Oscar almost can't move. He's too overwhelmed by the thought that she'd kept it exactly how he'd left it.

And then, his eyes land on the sleeping form on the bed, and he crosses the threshold.

Medda closes the door behind him, and Morris whines as Oscar climbs into bed next to him. He tucks the blanket under Morris's arm, and kisses his head.

"Sorry, Mo... I had to get your blanket."

[pleasedontcareaboutme]

It's missing my father hours rn so imma just dump a bunch of pictures here and cry

( sorry i don't know the source of anything I just had them on my phone)

(also dont read the tags i just need to let it out lol)

[avirael]

Confessions

It was almost like one of these dreams where you thought you were falling and woke up with a jolt. Rael’s scream and the image of A’viloh tilting forward over the edge and into the abyss - a falling sensation Rael themself had suddenly felt like it was their own - violently pulled them back from their horrible vision.

For the short moment it took to regain a sense for what was real and what was vision, Rael howled as if in pain, raising a hand to their mouth and almost falling to their knees.

Then, as they suddenly realised the imminent danger A’viloh was in, a shudder went through their body and their head shot up. As quick as Rael’s feet would allow it, the Viera jumped up and raced towards the place they had seen in their vision - hoping that it was not too late already.

Out of breath they reached the corner of the square from their vision only a few minutes later. Their burning lungs and muscles were nothing against the painful stab in their heart as Rael noticed that A’viloh was truly standing at the other side of the square. They had hoped the vision had all just been a strange imagination and not reality but there he stood, just like they had seen it.

The coldness crept back into their bones and a horrible feeling of helplessness threatened to make them freeze, while all of Rael’s thoughts only screamed one word. No!

Not sure what to do, with no idea how to prevent this disaster, how to convince A’viloh that he was wrong, Rael quickly moved closer. Loudly but in a soothing tone, though their voice was involuntarily shaking, Rael forced themself to speak up.

“A’vi…”

The Miqo’te at the edge of the plaza flinched and then slowly looked over his shoulder a little, as if the voice alone hadn’t been enough to tell him who was standing a few steps behind him.

“Rael?”, his thin voice asked and his face was covered in frozen tears. With a sudden wave of despair Rael realised they had no clue what to say. No idea how to fix him.

In their mind they already saw him falling...

No! No, this could not happen!

“What are you doing here?”, Rael asked as casually as possible, like there was a perfectly fine explanation for all of this.

For a second A’viloh seemed unsure, then he looked away.

“Nothing.”, he lied.

Rael decided not to point out this obvious lie and instead calmly asked, “It is cold, is it not? Should we maybe go somewhere else?”

But the Miqo’te remained silent. His ears stubbornly folded back, he avoided Rael’s gaze.

“Would you at least step away from the ledge a bit? Please, A’vi. Let us talk.”, Rael pleaded and offered a hand for him to take.

“About what?”, he asked with a strange voice, unusually serious for him. “There is nothing left to talk about…”

Rael could feel how they were slowly loosing him. But the right words didn’t want to appear in their mind. Only panicked yells and pleas.

“You cannot do this…”

“Why not?”, he asked sadly. “No one needs me anyway…”

“I need you, A’vi.”, Rael almost yelled.

But the Miqo’te shook his head and looked the other way again.

“No you don’t. I’m just a burden for you! This has to end before anyone else gets hurt…”

“None of this was your fault!”, Rael exclaimed, the despair all too audible in their voice.

A’viloh, with his back turned towards Rael, made a sound the Viera could not quite distinguish, a sound somewhere between a sharp laugh and a desperate sob. “Sure, keep telling yourself that. Quite a lot of horrible coincidences, don’t you think?…”

The way he said that made Rael angry. They knew that yelling at him probably would only make things worse but before they could stop themself the words were already out.

“You have got to be kidding me! You are such an idiot, A’vi! An idiot and a coward! Don’t you dare to tell me this is for other people‘s sake when in reality you are just too scared! Too scared of moving on and too scared of getting hurt again! You have not understood a single thing Haurchefant was trying to teach you. He wanted you to be happy, A’vi! Happy!! Do you honestly think he would want this? That any of the people you think you failed would want this? Are you too blind to see that their sacrifices were made so you could live? That they sacrificed their lives for you because they loved you? And now you egoistically want to throw your live away just because it hurts?!”

As a heavy silence settled around them, Rael already felt that this had been too much. With a new wave of tears welling up in his eyes A’viloh turned around and stared at Rael with a peculiar expression. A mixture of shame and anger for being called out like this but also hurt and a certain kind of stubbornness too.

“Maybe!”, he sobbed and finally admitted the truth. To Rael and to himself. “Yes, maybe I am scared! Maybe I am just a weak little coward! Excuse me for not being as clever and brave as you! But nothing you say will change that it’s not fair that they are dead and I am not! That whenever I look back all I can feel is the pain of what I lost. And it will also not change that I could never be happy knowing that all of this was my fault!”

Rael felt like they had messed this up entirely. Their eyes started to burn as they stepped closer reaching out for him. “I am sorry… A’vi… I did not mean…”

“No.”, A’viloh replied gloomily and was about to turn towards the ledge again. “I am sorry…”

“Wait!”, Rael suddenly yelled and then said something they had not expected to speak aloud themself.

“Haurchefant’s death was my fault, not yours!”

A’viloh froze.

This was Rael’s last chance, they knew this. Maybe A’viloh would hate them, maybe Rael’s magic would forever be lost if they broke this one rule. They did not know what would happen and they did not care. Not as long as it possibly could save A’viloh.

“I knew it would happen.”

“What?”, the Miqo’te muttered confused. “What do you mean?”

“It means that I lied to you.”, Rael admitted guiltily. “…and that we need to talk. Please, A’vi, step away from that ledge and let us talk.”

Visibly shaken by this confession A’viloh furrowed his brows. “No, you’re just trying to… Why would you lie to me?… I don’t understand any of this…”

With one last deep breath Rael finally revealed the truth. “I have visions of the future. I knew Haurchefant was in danger because I saw it. I saw it and I still failed to stop it. So instead of blaming yourself for his death, you should better blame me.”

Like a lost child A’viloh simply stood there entirely puzzled, like all of the sudden he found that nothing he believed made sense anymore and he didn’t know what to do or say next.

“Visions? Of the future?…”, he repeated as if these words lacked any meaning to him.

“This is why I knew you were here too.”, Rael confirmed as calmy as they could, while their heart was hammering in their chest. In a desperate attempt to convince him they stretched out a hand one more time. “Please, let me explain everything, A’vi…”

For a horribly long moment nothing happened at all. Everything was silent and motionless like frozen in time. Like fate had not quite decided yet which path it would choose.

Then hesitantly the Miqo’te made a step towards Rael and took their hand. Immediately he was pulled a few steps away from the cloudy abyss while Rael wrapped their arms around his body with a relieved sigh. A’viloh neither returned Rael’s embrace nor rejected it.

As Rael finally let go of him they looked him in the eyes and said, “I owe you an apology.”

“First of all you owe me an explanation.”, A’viloh replied blankly and Rael nodded in agreement.

Without letting go of his hand Rael talked for a long time while A’viloh just wordlessly listened. About how Rael had always heard the whispers of Golmore, about the visions that had led them on their journey, and finally about the omen they had seen but not taken serious enough before Haurchefant’s death. Rael did not try to justify their mistakes but at least they wanted to explain that their powers weren’t properly working anymore this far away from home and also why they hadn’t told him all of this a long time ago.

To Rael’s surprise there was no sign at all to signal they had broken the most sacred rule there was for the Viera. No sharp wind to bite them and no thunder striking down to punish them. Everything just felt the same as before. A’viloh on the other hand…

The thoughts racing in his head were plainly visible in his eyes. How his mind tried to make sense of all of this. “You mean you knew that all of this would happen before it even did?…”

“Not everything…”, Rael tried to correct him but A’viloh didn’t let them. There suddenly was something in his eyes, in his voice. Not exactly anger, but hurt? Disappointment?

“But you knew from the very beginning what kind of journey this was. That it would be dangerous and that people would get hurt. And you asked me to help you anyway…”

“Yes but -“

A’viloh’s ears folded back again and he almost hissed as he interrupted Rael.

“No! You knew all along that I don’t belong here. That I never belonged here. That I never wanted any of this! All I ever wanted-”

His voice broke off as he made another of these sounds that was half sob and half laugh.

Rael would be lying to themself if they said all of this had never occurred to them. Maybe they had just chosen to ignore it. But now that Rael thought about it, it made perfect sense. When they had seen him among the people of Silver Bazaar A’viloh had looked happy. As happy as Rael had rarely seen him at any other occasion. Had they possible demanded too much from him? Had he only tagged along for their sake when in reality all he wanted was to go back to a more peaceful life?

Rael didn’t know what to say. There was nothing they could say or do that would make him feel better. They just sadly looked at him as he shook his head and said, “I thought you were my friend…”

“But I am…”, Rael affirmed while also understanding how betrayed he probably felt.

“No.”, the Miqo’te said sharply. For another moment he looked at Rael, his expression full of disappointment. Then he turned around and walked away towards the lower parts of the city.

“Wait! A’vi!”, Rael called while fear rose up inside them again. “Where are you going?”

“Back to where I should have stayed before you talked me into all of this nonsense!”, he hissed without stopping or turning around.

Then he was gone and Rael was left alone.

They hated how hurt he had looked.

But they rather knew he hated them but was somewhere safe, instead of dead.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

when i was in highschool one o my biggest coping mechanisms was drawing all the kids i hated getting killed and eaten and killed. and well. time is a slowly ascending spiral. you will find patterns.(i work as a blackjack dealer. gamblers are FASCINATING

[mymarifae]

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[savage-rhi]

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[katyspersonal]

I know we don't talk and there's stuff we may not agree with. But I am truly sorry you've dealt with a lot of drama over fictional crap. And I'm sorry if my posts in the past ever contributed to that. Hope you have a better day.

Hey... That's all fine, don't worry! After all, it takes a lot of time and Insight to realise that Gehrman is a very gentle and respectful man and Godrick is an absolute gigachad kdkdkshdffhhgfds /lh /lh

But yeah, on a serious note. It was quite frustrating to find out the real motivation under all that... mess was something so pathetic, but at the same time this is what happens when people make engagement with media and fandoms a moral, political act. Not necessarily a problem, after all, I was the one who concluded that the way a fan judges fictional characters and other fans will very well reveal how cruel they are to real people who do something bad, or how much they will forgive based on personal sympathies. And my mad ravings about caring about female characters! I think the problem comes when a fan is so insecure that they have nothing else besides this defence of ideals through fandomry. If your only way to assert yourself is to be a good guy punishing the bad guys, and that mad raving loredigger discovers there is NO bad guy, what is left of you?

This is why it is crucial to have passion for nurturing rather than for undermining! I think if you speak like this, you've found this truth too? This is true that I don't know you very much (mutual-in-law thing), but to be honest.. you didn't poison my fandom experience at all? I tend to never be aware about discourse until someone basically calls me for help fhdhgsdgdfs Can't scout the fandom tag regularly!

But not only it actually was a quite long ago I saw a "negative" post from you, but also I've seen through the posts that my friends liked or reblogged from you that you've actually became very eager person to defend people's passion and interests! I think the post that particularly got stuck with me was when you resented seeing someone's light die after some Redditor asshole "well aktualy"'d a thing they were excited about creating (not exact wording but maybe you remember too)? Like... you are fine, man. At that point I realised that you were a good fan and in the end valued people's creativity and passion over personal preferences. That you never wanted to be THAT guy, even if your interpretation could not be further from someone else's. Coming to terms with what actually matters in fandomry is very mature and I am happy to see this attitude!

I am still glad that you messaged me about this though; I did not expect this, but thank you! I think I will continue getting involved in fictional discourse because my autistic senses cannot ignore factually incorrect takes with a clear insidious motive, and.. eh, sooner or later, I'll piss off the wrong guy again. Don't feel bad for me when it inevitably happens :p I've accepted the shortcomings when I decided to be the debate guy. Simply laughing at some gremlin starting a discourse with the girls in DMs and not stressing over it is only funny until I realise that newer fans could get misinformed right off the bat.

[neonbuck]

i've been seeing more and more transmascs openly talking about like. "hey our community kinda sucks why is no one ever there for each other. whats with all the transmisogyny and ableism". i feel so comforted by this i thought i was losing my mind all alone

[sheathnknife]

the vampire diaries 8.16 // louise gluck, crossroads

“and damon, like the voiceover tell us, he was worried he would never see stefan again. it was just elena assuring him that there would be peace. that we’ve dealt with this other side of darkness for several seasons, but there’s also light out there and there’s peace, and damon will find it. if you search for it, you will find it. and we wanted to get that last moment to see that [...] damon found it too, and it looked just like his brother.” — kevin williamson

[astrxealis]

good morning my personality for the day is that i'm uncontrollably sobbing on the inside about ff9 and ff10

[cheekblush]

not having any friends is truly heartbreaking

[samwisefamgee]

also I spent all weekend watching my friends' apartments just to get into an argument the morning they got back and walk my ass home that was fun

[kiamaybe]

Productivity Queen

Dragged my ass out of bed this afternoon to be productivity for a bit, got to starbucks an hour before their closing time, so yeah

The whole day at work today I've been looking at job offers... I can't wait to escape this circus!

I really want to adopt a dog o.o

It's been 6 months since our sweet boy went to dog heaven and it is difficult for us to live without a dog

although our cats are sweethearts

Anyways, gotta get to work cuz they're closing in 40 minutes

[mrfoox]

Talking with Fabian and whooooooooo boy that was an conversation and a half...