#and to understand

[backjustforberena]

EVE BEST & STEVE TOUSSAINT as PRINCESS RHAENYS TARGARYEN & LORD CORLYS VELARYON in 1.07 “Driftmark”  - bc @lustrouswhite asked for gifs after my last post xxx

[izayoichan]

A small oh came from Lucas, as Vy chuckled slightly, letting his hand run over the scales. He remembered the book, he remembered every word that was written in it, and seeing the amount of damage done to, and repaired in Lucas’s body he could feel anger boil under his skin.

Lucas: Vy? Vy: Oh.. sorry, I got a bit lost in this. -he forces a smile- I have never seen anything like it, but I am almost sure it comes from your accident. Dragons have large protective scales, they don’t usually show in this form.  River: Does it affect the egg or him? Vy: No, like I said both Lucas and the egg are perfectly healthy and good. -he heard the tinge of panic in River’s voice- This is “leftovers” from when his body healed.

The scales he understood, the lines, those were more of an odd thing for him. They seemed to be his magic, almost like ley lines running through the damaged area. Maybe the book had some more info, he would really need to read that again, as little as he wanted to.

Lucas: Ah.. I guess that makes sense.

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[ipusingularitae]

(TLW:GQ s1e8) wHY is shane the character that NEVER GETS TO BE HAPPY ON THIS FUCKING SHOW????????

[callmebliss]

Y’ever read something and have understanding that has eluded you interminably suddenly stop, curl up, and snuggle neatly into a fold in your brain because a new way opened to it?

[inkskinned]

please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!

[willgrahamscock]

horrible news: you have to practice to level up your skills because it's unrealistic to think you'll be good at everything first try

[great-and-small]

My grandfather and my godfather (a beloved neighbor and dear family friend) had a long standing bet- for one dollar- about who would die first. Both of them being slightly pessimistic (in the funny way), they both insisted that they themselves would be the first to die. Any time my grandfather had a health scare, he’d gleefully call up my godfather to boast that he’d be passing “any day now” and he was sure to win the bet. It was a big family joke and they were always amiably sparring and comparing notes about who was in worse shape, medically speaking.

When my grandfather was in hospice care dying of liver cancer, my godfather was quite ill also. It took him great effort to make the journey to see his dying friend. As he came into the room, supported by a family member, he shuffled to my grandpa’s bedside and silently handed him a dollar bill. He was ceding his loss of the bet, as they both knew who was going first. My grandpa had been in quite bad shape for a while and was no longer able to speak but let me tell you he snatched that dollar with unexpected strength and literally laughed aloud. He knew exactly what the gesture meant and he couldn’t help but find the humor within the grief. It was the last time any of us heard my grandpa laugh, as he passed shortly after.

When I talk about my appreciation for “dark humor” I’m not so much thinking about edgy jokes, but rather the human instinct to somehow, impossibly, both find and appreciate the absurdity that is so often folded into the profound grief of life and death. When I tell this story I think it kind of perturbs people sometimes, but it’s honestly one of my favorite memories about two men I really deeply admired. I could never hope for anything more than for my loved ones to remember me laughing until the very end, and taking joy in a little joke as one of my final acts.

[theboxfort]

Peace and love

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[sage-nebula]

THE SHRIEK-LAUGH THAT JUST CAME OUT OF MY MOUTH WAS UNREAL AND SCARED MY POOR DOG OUT OF A SOUND SLEEP

ALEX HIRSCH YOU DELIGHT ME MORE EVERY DAY

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.

[izayoichan]

Part two: 

For a while, whenever the reaper visited, they would walk like this. At first they mostly made it under the radar somehow. Although he was not quite sure now, perhaps it was the work of his friend to ease him into it, to let him watch them first. To in a way get to know them, see their life, see them.

Chris: What? Hayle: Have you been shrouding us? Chris: Now why would I do that?

Hayle: To make this easier?

The chuckle from his friend told him he had been right, not that he minded it, after all, it was good to walk around and see the town like this. Get a proper view of it and to know what was actually going on. 

Chris: Fine, yes we have been shrouded so you could see them, and they could not see you. Not yet, you need to learn to know them first. It wouldn’t be good to show them a god that really knew nothing about them, would it? Hayle: No.. but I know them? Chris: Do you? Hayle: I…

He was interrupted as they stopped close to a small market, so he could hear the talk. About fruit trees, food, their clean crystal water they had that made it all grow.

Hayle: They seem content and happy? Chris: Keep listening.

As they stood there the talk came about winter, how much food would they need when the fields laid bare, and if the stream froze over, what would they do for water. They talked about their children, about outside strife, all things that worried them.

Hayle: But..  they worry about the seasons? Chris: Yes, they worry about their food, they worry about how to survive. It’s natural for humans to worry about these things.

Hayle: So.. what they want of me is to make these things easier? That the river does not freeze up, such things? Chris: Not really, although a free supply of unfrozen water is always something to be glad off, they have found ways, they are simply preparing.

Hayle went quiet as Chris led him to another part of the town, where the least lucky ones lived, orphans, and those that just scraped by. The talk there was different, and he thought it would be good for the young god to see all, the good and the bad.

Hayle: I don’t understand? Chris: Human nature is to make sure you have all you need, then perhaps share, if you see gain. Hayle: But there is enough here to feed everyone equally. Chris: Very true. He smiled, it was good to see this reaction, it told him there was empathy in the still young god. 

Chris: But, what would you do, if you feared that giving away your food would maybe have your family starve? Hayle: I don’t have family? Chris: Your brother? Hayle: He will never starve. Chris: Say he was attacked, by another god, and you could help, but doing so put you out there for an attack as well. But you knew together, you might just win, but just maybe. Hayle went quiet as they walked more, he would easily have left his brother to his own, and told him it was none of his business which was in a way what happened here. As Chris bowed and said he had to leave, he found himself alone in the streets, still apparently shrouded by the reaper's magic. He watched kids run by, and people walk past the bench he was sitting on, as his mind went over what they had talked about. Would him showing himself perhaps help. Could he make it better for everyone?

(Part 3 tomorrow)

[petshopbutch]

submissive in the way a livestock guardian dog is submissive to the sheep it kills wolves for

[titleofpersonage-p01]

[churroach]

Full of Desires

[donnieisaprettyboy]

can we stop pretending like it’s so super easy for trans men to pass. “oh just put on a baggy shirt and cut your hair-“ it literally doesn’t work like that and I refuse to believe you actually think it’s that easy