#and now they're coming back ;v;

[amuhav]

     Asher shook his head. “I’ve seen other paths,” he said quietly. “I may not have my mother’s Sight, but... I just know. I don’t see a life without him.”      “Even if it’s not the one you pictured?”      “That life... it’s the one I wanted when I was a child. I wanted what my parents had. What we as a family had, for the most part. Now, if I try to look forward... I can see a life with just the two of us. It might not be easy—and nothing with Loch ever is,” he added with a dry laugh. “Still, it’s one where I can be happy. It’s gonna take some time adjusting, I won’t pretend it won’t, but I know I can adjust.”      “But if I try to picture one without him, it’s just blank. Removing him from the image, it feels like... like trying to pry out parts of myself. It doesn’t matter how many imaginary children I slot into the picture, it just feels... even more unwhole, and empty. I would be trying to fill that hole with the wrong person, just to fit my life into the shape I thought I wanted. That wouldn’t be fair on them, or me.” He met her eye with a weak smile. “I know what you’re going to say, but it won’t change anything. I already fell too deep a long time ago.”      Havoc’s brow quirked. “You have heard of the sunk cost fallacy, yes?”      Asher scoffed. “Yes. I don’t care if people think I’m crazy for it. Maybe it’s not the healthiest thinking, but I don’t care. Is it the life I pictured? No. But it’s the one I want now. Other people can judge me for it, make assumptions, think I’m making a mistake, but I’m the one that gets to decide that. Or Loch. No one else. And if I am wrong in the end... well, then I live with that. I won’t blame him for my choices.” He chuckled quietly to himself. “We wouldn’t have even made it this far if either of us were the type to do that.”      Havoc hadn’t stopped staring at him with those unsettling red eyes. Nothing about her expression had changed, so he couldn’t tell if she’d disapproved of anything he’d said. Still, he suspected she’d gotten whatever it was she was looking for.      “Mm. I see.” She stood abruptly, looking down at him with a grin that told him nothing. “Well, all I can wish you is good luck. A life with a Karaish seems fated for chaos, and whatever the future holds for you, I’m sure there will be plenty of surprises along the way. Enjoy your breakfast,” she added over her shoulder as she waltzed off.      Blinking, he watched her unceremonious departure with great confusion. Shaking his head, he decided to take the matriarch’s words as some form of approval and continued eating his bacon in lonely silence.

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[coquelicoq]

crashes ur board meeting n drags u out by the collar but its fine bc youre the one always saying shit like "im looking for people i can use" ok lol. get used idiot

[byanyan]

something something byan ending up in the office on at least half of the days they actually bother showing up to school, specifically for breaking the dress code... some of the teachers eventually hitting a point of letting the less drastic rule violations slide bc they don't want to deal with the scene they know from experience that byan will cause, but then others being especially nit-picky about it... idk I'm just thinking about it tonight

[foundationsofdecay]

Oh huh. Well, what's interesting is looking at the depth chart in merch and promo material, the entire second half of tpwbyt is labelled with depths that are squarely in the Hadopelagic/Hadal zone, which is for depths found I believe exclusively in oceanic trenches (>6000m), and even then less than 50 locations worldwide have been officially noted to go that deep. The final song is at depths only recorded in Challenger Deep, part of the Mariana Trench, which is actually in the Pacific Ocean and not the Atlantic but w/e, we'll ignore that for the sake of artistic liberty.

Anyways, a fun fact that's kind of interesting to mull over and I think actually meaningful, even if on an easter egg level, is that Missing Limbs, at 10924m, is simultaneously believed to be the deepest point reached by any manned deep sea vessel (The Limiting Factor, crewed by Victor Vescovo in 2019) as well as what several studies had concluded (at the point during which the album was likely written) to be the deepest observable point of Challenger Deep in its entirety. Depth accuracy is so hard to determine because of the conditions and topography of the location that the estimated numbers you find in different articles on the same subject will fluctuate by a few meters in either direction, but that number is what comes up the most frequently in the summaries and conclusions. Technically that also makes it a song at the Benthic level, which is cool and gives me song crossover ideas but that's a different post.

A large percentage of sediment's composition at that depth is the skeletal remains of plankton and similar organisms. The atmospheric pressure at that depth is roughly 600x the standard atmospheric pressure. The water constantly hovers at just above freezing temperatures. Taking Missing Limbs and putting that song in the context of the absolutely brutal conditions of that environment, the picture of Vessel having sunk all the way down to the absolute lowest point on the planet's surface in general, is really evocative and also, ow my heart! Equally brutal and heartbreaking imagery.

That zone's associated songs beginning with Alkaline is also interesting but I'm not going to look too heavily into that. I'm actually really curious about the other depth measurements now, though. I'd imagine this particular song is the one most likely to have an actual meaning compared to the others, but it's a fun exercise and a good excuse to read more about the deep sea. The choice to begin with Atlantic already near the bottom of the Mesopelagic zone especially is ??? but I haven't given that a look yet.

[pinktinselmonstrosity]

GOOD NEWS the expensive pair of jeans i impulse-bought last week (bc my current jeans make me actually angry to wear) don't fit me, so i can return them and get a refund 😊

[agayconcept]

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[ichorblossoms]

oh shit yeah grimm and yarrow are exes to lovers huh

[safyresky]

I am having. SOO MUCH FUN with these goobers. (CS Spoilers abound!)

Pyros is being thrown around like a MUPPET when not being out quipped by his twin and outsmarted by his niece and nephew. his revenge plan isn't going very well right now, I gotta say 😏😏😏

this chapter has been SO FUCKING HARD, as an aside. I've been working on it for like, 2? maybe 3? months at this point. Every read through I'm like "this is AWFUL" because describing motions during elemental based fights is HARD and I only know like, 7 words! (I'd like to thank not only god but also jesus for microsoft word's thesaurus feature)

Like, how do people do it? Write fight scenes that flow so well and have such lovely, DIFFERENT words that evoke such FUN and FAST PACED scenes while still sounding the way a fancy garden looks???? It's INSANE. IT'S SO HARD. I WANT TO EXPLODE THINGS

[aro-aizawa]

sighsss thinking abt my voltron aus again

[aflawedfashion]

I have mixed feelings about Papadakis and Cizeron potentially coming back, but it's obvious they wouldn't be facing the level of competition they had with Virtue/Moir or even Sinitsina/Katsalapov and Hubbell/Donohue. It just makes sense for them to come back.

[keeps-ache]

i've realized recently that much of the expressiveness of my eyes was just me trying to see other people's expressions. so now when i make faces my eyes stay Wide Open loll

[wooahaes]

god i rarely write chubby!reader fics because my fics by default dont include any (intentional) descriptors to paint reader as thin or fat or any race so that they're accessible for everyone. but i saw some absolutely rancid takes and i lowkey wanna write another multi-part chubby reader fic. i should finish some plans tbh

[smallishdoggo]

I’ve seen a few people who interpret FCG as being genuinely drawn in by the Ruby Vanguard’s goals, and, I dunno, maybe. I think it was mostly for the sake of leveraging his rapport with Tuldus for more information. I don’t think anything Tuldus was offering would have genuinely appealed to FCG.

For starters, some of FCG’s ongoing difficulties with thinking of themself as a person on the same level as other people comes from finding comfort in being lesser. FCG is just straight up not a “no gods, no kings” type. He wants people to tell him what to do with himself. He’s been seeking direct guidance and instructions from the Changebringer for a while now, and largely seems disappointed that she isn’t imposing on him more. The idea of being “free” mostly seems to scare them.

Secondly, as an Aeormaton, it’s like. Mortals are to aeormatons as Gods are to mortals in Tuldis’s view of the world, yeah? The gods didn’t have a hand in making FCG and they aren’t responsible for any of their current woes. Best case scenario, Tuldis is totally right and there are no negative consequences, what changes for FCG? It’s not the gods that make people treat them like a cute little curiosity that exists for their amusement. It’s not the gods that might feel inclined to literally own them. It’s not the gods that designed their mind so that they self destruct and hurt people they care about. FCG has very little reason to resent the gods or to think that their deaths would improve his lot in life, and with all the people he cares about pretty soundly rejecting the notion they just don’t have a reason to pursue it.

[frogmascquerade]

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[oceanxveiined]

Honestly, even when I add a new verse for the oc(s) and work them into a still-expanding canon, I like to think their presence in the area/time of the narrative is best justified as essentially them running a B-plot in a sitcom to the main quests/protagonists' journeys. Or like. Half the shit Team Rocket gets up to in the movies-

[ofgravitation-moved]

@riotmade​​ said: kaito was always careful of showing his kids' faces on the internet -- - keisuke and kaito's public instagrams never had their faces in them, at least ; just off angles. tiny hands holding theirs, the back of their heads. carefully scrutinized to be sure that they were out of the public eye as much as possible ( especially with how insane dynazero fans could get ). this included paparazzi, of course. part of being a hero was that you could always be caught unawares, and unfortunately, being married to the number three hero didn't make anything easier for the support tech CEO. it's for all of these reasons that kai leans down, adjusts the hood on the stroller that he's currently pushing the one year old akari in so that it's a bit lower than it really needed to be, before continuing on the walk that would take them to the coffee shop, falling in line with ochako once again as they make their way. " -- so, anyways. enough about me, how's your preparations for the hero gala going ? you excited ? i know kei has been going crazy trying to find us some matching outfits or something. " he shrugs.  

she had one too many things on her mind to begin with, the gala? was honestly the last thing on ochako’s mind. hazel eyes glance down at akari just as kaito adjusted the hood on the stroller, good. the paparazzi were coming out in droves lately as the countdown to the gala drew closer yet with each passing day. the eyes of the world were beginning to center around the heroes as the days got closer-- ochako hated this time of year. 

it was like living beneath a microscope. where each and every move you made publicly was watched and criticized. then judged again, not only by your peers, but also by the rest of the world. no matter how many people she’s saved or defended in the last year, the only thing uravity has been known for lately was being akari’s surrogate. and while that was a blessing and gift she could give to two of the people she cared very dearly about in this world, it’d done horrible for her career as a rescue hero. something, she was still trying to fix.  

her gaze shifts to kaito briefly, and the corners of her lips do turn up into a smile. to see kei and kaito in matching outfits would be a picture perfect moment, surely. but, even though the thought brings a smile to her face, ochako still shrugs a shoulder, stuffing her hands into her jacket’s pockets. “ my manager hasn’t shut up about the gala for weeks now. it’s bad enough i’m already doing so many engagements each day on top of patrols-- ” ochako looks out ahead of them again, eyes constantly darting around, just in case. you never could be too careful, anymore. 

sighing, ochako shakes her head, evenly. “ i mean.. i guess i’m excited? but i just hate all the glitz and glamor that goes along with it! i gave the agency so much publicity last year,  this year they’re going way over the top. ” she thinks back to last year when mina dropped everything to come and make sure a pregnant ochako was literally the belle of the ball. “ i think my agency even hired a makeup team, and i am wearing some crazy expensive dress by an international designer? i’m scared to see the heels they picked out.. they’ll probably cost more than my apartment.. ” wary eyes slide towards kaito, and they soften a fraction when they meet his. and she laughs, genuinely. 

“ but seeing you and kei all matchy-matchy? that’ll make my night for sure! ” if anything, at least once all the hero duties of the evening were out of the way, it’d be a night they could all enjoy together. something, that due to busy schedules, didn’t happen as much as they all would’ve liked. “ i know deku’s excited! ”