#and the episode blew me away

[greenofrain]

*praying before bed* dear will campos please let Trudy Alpha kill Tucker by the end of the season let her go apeshit and do some horrific robot shit to him let the amalgam of his wives be his undoing amen

[inktho]

🎯 critical hit

[heybiji]

dandelion casually dropping traumatic information while insisting that instead of killing the problem wizard they simply burn his tongue

[whitejays-galaxy]

I just watched the latest episode of Arcane and holy shit....

Anyway, here's a quick doodle of this messed-up family

[warren-keplers-funk-band]

buck moves in with abby naturally, seemlessly. he lives at her place after she abandons him, waiting for her. she never comes back.

buck gets the loft with help and prodding from ali. a cold, minimalist sort of space. different than abby's lived-in apartment. not long after, she abandons him because of his injury being too much for her. she abandons him in the bachelor pad they got together, with a fucked up leg, and a bedroom up a flight of stairs.

buck gives up his privacy to quarantine with (at least) chim (and possibly hen and eddie). he doesn't mind the company, at least for a bit. he lets albert move in. it won't be as quiet, with him there.

buck asks taylor to move in with him because he panics, after kissing lucy. she agrees, though this, and the deception it was based upon, leans heavily upon their already cracked relationship, leading to it's eventual downfall.

buck delivers a baby on the couch in the loft with natalia there, his attention diverted to helping someone else. natalia leaves him because she cannot handle the extensiveness of buck's relationships, his trauma, the weirdness of his life. she can't handle the familiarity with which so many people enter buck's home.

buck asks tommy to move in with him as a grand overcompensating gesture, though well-meaning. he cares for this man and sees a future with him. tommy sees a caricature of a fumbling boy. he doesn't bother to look past it, instead letting himself be guided by stereotypes and norms into breaking up with buck. telling buck that it's inevitable that buck will hurt him.

buck goes to eddie. they don't have to talk.

he goes to eddie because he is always welcome there, no matter what weird self-discovery eddie himself is in the middle of.

he goes to the house he's most comfortable at, the one which he always seems to be in a corner of.

the one where "he's not really a guest".

and eddie just opens the door and lets him in.

[navarice]

the infected coming out of the american girls store was so important to me bc yes it’s one of the more on the nose easter eggs to the game but also somehow it feels so much more powerful as a symbolism to lost childhood and innocence of the youth. like a slap in the face when we know how much ellie still tries to retain her childhood interests despite knowing survival comes first.

[courtjestersanonymous]

HEY

Hey hey hey you guys should read episode 13 by Craig DiLouie PLEASE I just finished it and I’m losing my mind mutuals book club on this cause it was AWESOME

[cranesofibycus]

The third Candela Obscura episode being over 5 hours long.

I am fear 🙃

[deadsince1973]

The writing in The Screen Foxes is WAY too good for its budget.

[twelvemonkeyswere]

I had never seen Xena, and I'm going to do a watch-along of the most shippy episodes according to two lists I found online.

[bloodsbane]

at some point i really need/want to sit down and grab a bunch of things that have inspired me and actually study their art styles and see if i can incorporate some things into MY art, because i feel like this is a thing i've only ever passively done... but i'd like to. idk be more aware and purposeful with my own artistic influences

[duracel-battery]

the uniforms in enterprise make 0 sense to me.

through the passage of time in the shows the uniforms lose more and more color. so if we work backwards they gain MORE color :)

ex.

see???? just a little around the neck

then just the shoulders :)

torso! minus the shoulders.

whole shirt! entire shirt! its the whole entire shirt!

so OBVIOUSLY as we work backwards through the timeline you'd expect EVEN MORE COLOR based on this, right?

WRONG

they only have! little shoulder lines!!!! by logic these guys should be wearing full jumpsuits of color! a morph suit to show they're an engineer or something!!! BUT NO! it makes ZERO sense to me to jump from this style of uniform with the itty bitty bit of color to an entire shirt worth!!!!

put them in jump-suits! make them look stupid! make their shoes match their color, even! I want them to look ridiculous.

[despite-everything]

watching this final season of succession right as each episode is released feels like im party of history

[parapsychoiogy]

were you all just going yo let me watch 9-1-1 without telling me connor trinneer is in it sometimes

[billowyy]

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[loves0phelia]

Hi! I don’t know if you’ve watched part 2 of outer banks yet, and if you didn’t this request is a spoiler!!

Can you do JJ Maybank’s sister seeing him die and Rafe is just watching her break down and he’s comforting her while she cries in his arms? I’m sobbing over JJ right now 😭

Thank you!

Gone

Summery: outer banks season 4 episode 10/the anon

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: SPOILERS, death, grammar mistakes.

A/N: i also sobbed, i cant believe it and thank you for requesting love youuu.

The sandstorm hit suddenly. The air was thick, nearly solid with dust. You stumbled forward as the wind blew strongly, You screamed, begging JJ to come down before something terrible would happen but even if you pulled the scarf tighter across your nose and mouth every breath felt like swallowing shards of glass making it hard to speak. 

Everything was clouded and your goggles were smeared with sand dust. It was impossible to see your brother who was up high on that statue trying to find the blue crown you, the pogues and Rafe have been risking your lives for.

“Come down JJ!” You screamed as loud as you could, hoping he could hear you over the screaming wind. 

A surge of panic rose in you, he wasn't listening, only going higher and higher to reach the top.

“Hurry please!” You screamed again as the sandstorm was getting worse and worse. Squinting your eyes you could see JJ finally descending the statue after a while, carefully holding on to the rock.

“JJ, holy shit are you okay?” You rushed forward to him as he stumbled around frantically.

“I'm good! I'm better actually, I'm great. Look!” he yelled over the storm and held up the blue crown, it felt like a dream having it in front of you.

“No way, you found it” You both looked down at the dusty historical crown in silence for a second, sinking in it the victory that was so rare when it came to you and your twin.

“We got it!” He cheered, pumping his fist, jumping into place from all the adrenaline. The victory cheers didn't last long though, the next thing you knew shots were fired at you from the group who wanted to steal what was rightfully yours.

“Run, run, run” JJ shouted behind you as you ran through the sand blindly and desperate to find shelter.

The sandstorm roared with life around you, Yours and JJ's footsteps vanished almost as quickly as you made them, erased by the wind.

You coughed, your lungs stinging as you struggled to run down the stairs you had found leading inside the monument. 

But suddenly, a shadow appeared out of the storm. A strong hand gripped your forearms and in a sudden movement, your back was pressed on your “father's” chest, an arm around your neck holding on tightly, cutting your airflow and a sharp blade pressed into the side of your face.

“JJ!” you called out, trying to get out of his grasp.

“Let her go!” JJ shouted, his voice trembling with anger. He lunged towards you trying to rip you away from him but he only pressed the blade harder making you cry out. But Groff only shook his head.

You cried, struggling, and your heart pounding as Groff’s grip tightened. You fought against him, but his hold was unbreakable.

“You’re just like your mother,” Groff hissed, his gaze cold and unmoved. “Always standing in my way. Well, this time, you’re not going to stop me. Give me what I want”

“Let her go” He begged.

“If you had listened, we wouldn't be here JJ, you could have had everything. WE could have had the life we deserved as a family. All three of us. But now you get nothing. Nothing at all” Chandler pants like a maniac.

“I already have everything,” JJ says, shaking his head in disbelief. “I have everything I ever wanted. You want the crown? Sure, take it. I don't want it. Just let my sister go.”

“Give it to me, hold it out” He reached toward JJ for the precious object, his grip on you not loosening.

In a swift moment, an exchange was made. Groff grasped the crown, and JJ pulled you out of his arms.

“I got you” JJ breathed out with relief, like a weight was removed from his shoulders. He hugged you protectively. Holding your head against his shoulder like a shield. But then again, the victory was cut short.

“JJ, y/n” you were interrupted by the voice of your father, his call made both of you separate and turn to face him, JJ’s body still shielding you from further harm.

“It's a shame…you and I” You furrowed your brows and a gasp came out of your mouth when the sound of flesh being pierced rang out. 

“You should have given me the rope” Time was moving at a slow pace as the scene unfolded. Groff twisted the knife in JJ's stomach before pulling it out rapidly and running out into the desert.

"JJ!" You screamed, your voice raw with terror. You saw JJ stumble back, his hands flying to his side. Dark red blood was spreading through his shirt and across his fingers, and the sight of it hit you like a punch to the gut.

The world narrowed to the scene in front of you as you watched JJ fall, his face contorted in pain. 

“No, no, no” you cried, desperation thick in your voice.

You rushed to JJ’s side, catching him just as he stumbled. He looked up at you, his face pale and stained with tears.

“It's okay JJ, it's okay” You pressed into his wound, shaking terribly, sobbing when he let out a pained groan.

“No, please” you murmured, pressing your hand over the wound in a desperate attempt to slow the bleeding. “You’re going to be okay. Just stay with me, okay? Stay with me.”

“Hey, hey,” He whispered, his voice breaking. “Take care of the others for me, okay?”

“No! No” Your breaths shakes, your chest tight with sadness.

“I love you, y/n. You're the best sister anyone could ever have.” His gaze was beginning to drift, his eyes unfocused, and the strength in his grip was fading. Panic clawed at you.

“I love you, please don't go” you begged, but it was pointless he was already gone.

“No! No, no. Please! JJ, please” you shaked his shoulder weakly.

“John B!” You screamed, your chest burning from the lack of oxygen your lungs were getting.

“Pope! Rafe!” Your hands gripped your brother refusing to let go.

“Please JJ!” Your heart shattered completely, a part of you gone forever. Your brother, your twin, your best friend, the other half of your soul, gone. 

“Please” You pressed your forehead against him, your tears falling over the blood-soaked shirt.

The pogues came running towards you, sinking to their knees, calling out to him, crying, sobbing, mourning.

Everything in you gave out as you held onto him, you couldn't even fight when hands grabbed onto your shoulder to bring you away from your brother's corpse.

Your body fell limp into Rafe's lap. His hands held your body up as if he was your lifeline. 

“It's gonna be okay” He whispered against your forehead but you barely registered any of it, only sobbing, and screaming in pain against him. 

The Pogues stood in a tight circle, all eyes fixed on JJ as if somehow their stares alone could bring him back. But no one spoke, and in the heavy silence, the truth crashed over them, settling deep in their bones. JJ was gone.

Kiara’s shoulders shook, a small, trembling motion that quickly overtook her entire body. She fell to her knees, hands pressed to her mouth as she fought to hold back the sobs. 

Pope was beside her, his eyes frantically looking over the scene, he didn't want to believe any of it, as if it was a cruel joke.

John B stood, rigid.  His fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were white, and his jaw was set, teeth gritted as he tried to hold it all in, to keep the pain from breaking him apart. 

Rafe's arms wrapped around you gently, his hand resting on the back of your head as he let you fall into his chest. You buried your face in his shoulder, the grief and sorrow pouring out in waves as he held you.

He didn’t speak of the rivalry, the old wounds and the bitterness between your families; none of that mattered now. At this moment, all he saw was your pain, and he was there, his own heart breaking a little as he watched you crumble.

When the sobs finally subsided, leaving you weak and exhausted, Rafe pulled back slightly, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his eyes filled with something you’d never seen in him before—softness, understanding. 

“It's okay,” he murmured, his voice a promise, his hand gentle as he brushed a stray tear from your cheek. “I’ve got you.”

You sat on the sand as a fire crackled in front of you, you had just buried him, the silence was thick nobody wanted to believe the truth. 

Your head pounded, even when you were softly laying on Rafe's legs using them as pillows. His calloused fingers gently rubbed your hair and you tried to concentrate on the movement in an attempt to forget about the previous moment but you failed.

“Groff said he was going to Lisbon” Rafe whispered above you, making your eyes open and looking up at him. His eyes met yours and he continued.

“If he was my friend or my brother… I would go after the guy that just killed him” The mention made your heart burn but he had a point.

“He's not wrong” Kie whispered, agreeing with your inner thoughts. You snuggled against Rafe's legs one last time before sitting up and leaning your head on his shoulder. 

“JJ would already be on his way to kill him if it was one of us,” you said and everyone's eyes snapped towards you, those were the first words you had spoken since it happened. 

“He'd get even,” John B added.

“Let's get revenge,” you said, your voice more confident than it was before, you felt a hand grasp onto yours and slowly you turned your head to face Rafe. He nodded and tightened his grip in a comforting way, never letting go.

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