#anyway that whole scene was insane

[lostmidnightwriter]

How the reclaiming of Martin's tapestry went down:

[swedenis-h]

They went together au! (X)

[gyrmirr]

can i tell you that i'm empty?

[yyoati-cas]

Guys I am going crazy a bit after the arcane act 3, but like I feel like it’s pretty heavily implied that Jayce and Viktor was something something… I know they’ve paralleled Mel and Viktor a lot before but they did it again in episode 7, VERY CLEARLY IN JAYCES MIND MIGHT I ADD. And the whole ending scene of Viktor and Jayce bro.

I feel like Jayce is very heavily implied to have feelings for Viktor and Mel that are very alike and I really don’t feel like I am reaching with that at all

[thelilylav]

Thinking about how present Apple is in a Semi Charming Kind of Life. How she’s woven into Darling’s days, built into her world. There’s no world where Apple isn’t there, stopping by her dorm or dazzling the class or just hanging out with Daring when Darling approaches him.

Thinking about how rare Darling is in the original books. How Apple describes her for one scene only, how she’s a fleeting moment of a character. Dazzling, enchanting, but only there for the second and then gone, out of the story and narration. After all, out of sight out of mind. Right?

Thinking about Dragon Games, and how Apple never really apologized for hurting her, but Darling never asked for one. About Way Too Wonderland, when Darling was the one to show up to Apple’s club when no one else did. About the kiss, and how the first words out of Apple’s mouth were about Daring. Did she know? Probably not, but how could she not? All the feelings present for her over time, taken for granted and brushed aside or never noticed in the first place. About the last scene of the two, side by side and smiling. Did Darling tell her, once the dust settled? How much she meant, how much she thought about that kiss before it happened?

Thinking about how Apple’s entire character revolves around the desperate facade she’s trying to maintain to make people like her, and it made her miss the one person who always did.

[cabeswaterdrowned]

unstoppable force (Adam’s canonical teacher kink) meets immovable object (Gansey being a professor’s soul in a teenagers body).

[corviiids]

will yuo guys throw rocks at me if i confess i started watching severance only to immediately make it about akeshu

[hyade]

chengxian’s orpheus and eurydice motifs are going to slowly drive me to the brink of insanity but i’m cool with it

[avenin7]

we really need to start writing more fics about the botw champion’s being the threats they are. guys they are SOLDIERS. WARRIORS. they are not out here having little cutesy times ok? they are fucking killing shit. Link canonically killed a dude. they are the best of the best at what they do. show it. give these characters depth. don’t just make them their tropes.

like i want less people to just go ‘oh and then they killed an enemy camp anyway.’ like HOW my guy? i am BEGGING please give these characters more depth than what they were given on screen.

especially urbosa! shes not just mommy figure or wine aunt she is a LEADER of her people and a warrior show her acting like one. revali may be a prick but he IS the best warrior rito village has ever seen. he’s not shying away at blood or violence.

MIPHA. my god MIPHA BABY GIRL!! what did they do to you? made you into a uwu wify who is only here to be romantic conflict for other ships??? (and then get mad at you for it?) or only make you links girlfriend? SHE IS A PRINCESS AND A FIGHTER. just because she’s kind does NOT make her weak! she was chosen to piolet a divine beast. they aren’t going to let someone who isn’t capable do that. (SHARP TEETH AND CLAWS ALSO?????)

daruk is massive and strong enough he could probably rip a bokoblin apart with his bare hands, his weapon is there to make everyone else feel better.

like if were gonna write fics about needing to comfort or about anyone being squemish make it Zelda. have her realize she’s basically traveling with some of the most dangerous people in the country and having to figure out how she feels about it.

Like come ON y’all! Think of the fics we could be writing!!!

[pa-pa-plasma]

hey i feel like we're really sleeping on that time Danny possessed Vlad & framed him for assaulting a minor

Editing with the clip because people don't believe me. Episode is 41: Eye for an Eye.

[ar-mage-ddon]

wanted to do an outfit deconstruction of the default style for fun which i guess doubles as a ref sheet

[aterfish]

When Miles comes back home with a cake I'm going to cry so hard and you can quote me on that

[jjkyaoi]

as somebody who likes dandadan. like i think it’s a really cool anime that’s rlly funny & has good characters, Please stop acting like it isn’t completely rational and Normal for people to not want to watch it because of the amount of times ayase (and almost okarun once) gets straight up harassed and/or almost SA’d. that is genuinely the most fair thing to stray anybody away from any show. and they left this season on the cliffhanger of her being surrounded by these MULTIPLE CREEPY DUDES. obviously that’s going to make people tune out it’s not a personal attack it’s literally just fair

[glittergoats]

And mother looks away—

father looks away—

for a second.

[jojea]

“From here on out it's pretty simple: wherever you are, there I am.”

[tennessoui]

wip wednesday (early cause im offline tmrw)

When the dust settles, Obi-Wan is surprised to find himself still standing.

It takes all of him, he thinks, the end of the war. It takes everything he has.

He used to wonder, in a distant, nebulous way, what it would feel like in the aftermath. How his life would return to the routines he held before Geonosis, if the cadence of Temple life would feel strange and unfamiliar to him after so long spent in the trenches. If he would miss the sound of his men behind and around him, the steady stream of words and laughter and presence of others, at all times, surrounding him.

It’s only when the dust settles, when the first grains of sand whip through the arid desert air to sting his eyes, that he realizes that every time he ever allowed himself to think about the end of the war, he’d always assumed that they would win. He had never truly thought they would be defeated. That the Jedi Order, the Temple itself, so strongly entrenched in the galaxy and in Coruscant and in Obi-Wan’s world view, were capable of falling.

He had cautioned others against the same assumptions the moment he heard them. He had warned his own padawan to not look too far into the future, to not plan too much for the war’s end. He had told many people—clones, civilians, holonet reporters, other Jedi—that it was dangerous to think of the war as something they would inevitably win. Nothing was inevitable, especially not victory.

But he realizes now, only now, only as he traverses the desert on the back of a stolen eopie, wearing robes still smelling so strongly of volcanic sulfur that his eyes are stinging with reactionary tears, that he’d thought. He’d always thought. 

He’d never really considered…this.

This aftermath, where he is still standing on shaking legs and everything that he has ever cared for in the world has become ash, has become the dust settling around him.

Everything he has ever known and loved and fought for has slipped through his fingers. When the dust settles, when he looks down at his hands, he expects to find them empty.

Instead, there is a baby in his arms.

And he knows—he knows intimately how much damage these hands are capable of. What hurt these hands can inflict even on those he loves. Loved. 

He knows, as the homestead rises up in the fading light of the two suns, that these hands should not cradle this baby. Not the son of the man he has murdered. Not his brother’s son. Not his padawan’s. Not Anakin’s.

He knows the babe is safest here on this farm in the care of this couple. He knows he must leave the child with them, to raise and love a thousand times better than he is capable of. He has tried before. He has failed one Skywalker already.

He knows. 

And he can’t. He cannot let him go.

While the Galactic empire rises on one side of the galaxy, the dust settles on the other and Obi-Wan Kenobi looks down at the babe in his hands and realizes that he cannot let him go.

Not another Skywalker.