#bc she is hoping to find him like this

[mrmeepsmadmind]

rewatching this over and over again.. mainly bcs tarn makes soundwave into a manlet but also bcs it's hilarious

[maxthesillyy]

thinking about. i dont know how to phrase this really but. chloe and frank.

like. when Chloe killed Frank i (, personally,) feel like her guilt from it was less because she killed Frank, and More because she Killed Someone (and their dog).

but!!! thats not to say she didnt feel guilty for killing Frank. because she definitely did. because on some level. despite everything. despite all of his shitty behavior. a part of her still cared for him. that tiny 15-17ish year old part in her still cared for him.

because that 15-17ish year old with intense abandonment issues in her only had. a small handful of people in her life that actually cared for her, and when THOSE few people aren’t even doing the best job at it— it’s no shit that Chloe’s standards for Good Friends are going to be Immensely dropped.

and so. it’s kind of like what happened with Rachel, but WAY less intense. when she found someone who didn’t hate her, and was willing to hang around her—after so so long of people hating her and not wanting to be around her— it makes sense that part of her would kinda latch onto them a little bit.

and so, even after all of the shit she’s learned he did— even when Frank starts to hate her— even when he threatens Max and her’s lives— part of her keeps remembering him as one of the few guys who stuck around when no one else did.

it’s just that. no matter how bad the person— if you’ve known someone for years, and they were one of the only nice people to you in a town where theres like. four people that are nice to you— it’s gonna hurt if you kill them. even if it was self defense. even if it was entirely their own fault— even if you two aren’t on even remotely good terms anymore.

ESPECIALLY for such a sentimental person like Chloe. taking that in consideration it makes me wonder. maybe she didn’t feel bad for killing Frank. maybe she felt bad for killing the person Frank used to be to her. but maybe she realized that That Frank already died long ago.

but yeah. im mentally ill. take everything i said with a grain of salt considering it is 12:07 AM.

[stealingpotatoes]

In your Luke Raises Rey au, does Leia ever forgive her father? (Also anakin saying he still loves Leia after she says she isn't calling him Dad is incredibly sweet.)

Also does Ben ever actually fully turn to the dark side? I think it would be super interesting to see a lightsaber fight Between him and Rey when he tries to take down Luke's training.

have so many questions haha.

haha u opened a can of worms here bc i LOVE talking abt leia and her super complicated family feelings and grief and whatnot <3 <3 <3

I think forgive's a very strong word to use around anivader loll -- ESPECIALLY with leia. i mean. he literally tried to torture her and was semi-responsible in the genocide of her planet (and genocide of her other ppl, if she started identifying w the jedi!) and countless other crimes like he's done some Heinous shit (and not even in the anakin's fun sexy warcrimes way just the straight up evil warcrimes) and they're not the kinda actions you forgive.

but forgiveness isn't the only path forward! I do think she makes peace w him -- or more what he is and what he is to her. like yes, he was her birth father but no that doesn't change anything about her, she's not evil, she can still be luke's sister without having the same relationship to their heritage. bail organa's still her actual father in every way that matters and she realises nothing about anivader's existence can change that

she can't go full jedi and let go of all the anger in her heart -- she's not luke, she can't make that ultimate peace or find any good in vader -- but I do think she does manage to let go of enough anger that she's not holding that unhealthy burning hate in her chest 24/7. it can't help her now; he's dead. so yeah, its not forgiveness, but it's something

and i think the skywalkers deserve nice things so no, Ben's not going evil or trying to obliterate the academy!! let the poor jedi live!!!!!! he's just a bit of an emo with very questionable taste in men. the knights of ren is just his space discord server or smthn

[throwawayasoiafaccount]

god tywin lannister deserved worse

just remembering elias death and i wanna puke and the way tywin talks about elia and what happened is so damn gross

but rip tommen and myrcella we all know what’s about to happen in the next book :/

the cycle of violence just keeps spinning and damn you tywin for beginning it

(i got a bit crazy in the tags 💀)

[moeblob]

Windy at my house + power flickering = no comm work = quick laptop doodle

[thedeadthree]

thinking thoughts thinking thoughts thinking thoughts th—

what if irulanne was from the same clan as m*erril but raised a city elf since she was found in that crypt

what if she’s from the al*erion on her moms side and a l*avellan on her dads

what if lhysas father (an assassin just like his daughter lhysaa <33) had allies in his days as an assassin a pariah of his family

what if he wasn’t the only one that was betrayed when a thing went topsy turvy (will be getting to how that went down eventually !!!!!)

what if lhysas father moved on from lúthien the mother of the inky and her brother (she sort of went *poof* for reasons of her own that golly i need to write all of this down jdnxgcg i mean tungle post is a good place to start dnbxgxg)

what if unbeknownst to irulanne her and lhys and feanorian are half sibs what if her mother gave birth to iru and hid her in the crypt what if they found her and thought her to not have magic at first so she was raised by the elder of the alienage. (her mother was likely to have passed on as well poor iru 🥀🥲)

what if they kept an eye anyway knowing the bloodline she hailed from (lonans line lhysa and feanorians line has a STORY if there ever was one i will yell about it soon prommy !!!!!) and low and behold none too long later her magic manifested what if they waited a while more until she built her network of little creatures she reanimated that relayed her things and gaggle of friends what if she had a kingdom of her own and she refused

what if she was thrown under a bloody ritual to wipe her memories so that all she knew was the sisters a sort of sect of necromancers within the mourners that had their own ideas and machinations and saw her as their heir of sorts??

what if it was like she was to be some sort of lich queen…thing(?) ruling the living and the dead from the necropolis and that it went topsy turvy (to irulannes benefit ubeknownst to her at the time!!) when the thing happened and that whole her having a mage heir to rule was merely a side thing that if it happened cool but the main goal was the lich queen thing.

what if feanorian was in the area for a reason or another (maybe i can think of that with emms episode !!) he’s looking for the rook on behalf of lhysa who has her ex to thwart/save and a demigod daughter to raise etc etc (things i am planning to yell about later oo there’s so much to yell about with lhysa but this is a iru lore essay <3)

what if the prodigy to gifted kid burnout between lucanne (heir to bloodline etc etc luca and child of nothing destined to inherit everything irulanne) made me insane <3

[lorillee]

WE GOT ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

[kerryweaverlesbian]

The Winchester brothers? Oh I think you mean Sam Leahy and Dean Singer <3 I think their mom is Mary Campbell-Winchester so maybe that's where you got confused <3

[cringelordofchaos]

zia and drake parallel each other send tweet

[atopvisenyashill]

do love how this is an asoiaf blog but i did not put either show in my top 10 this is the world we live in

[en-chi-la-da]

Tbh I think the whole class should get to smooch hajime. It’s what he deserves

im imagining hajime sitting in a kissing booth looking like lucy from peanuts in her psychiatrist booth. kisses are 5 cents. the hajime is IN.

[bookalicent]

made a post about this on my twitter but i wanna post it on here too: ik everyone loves to point out just how "pathetic" art is and how he's so down bad for tashi but in the same breath, make patrick out to be this manwhore who's a flirt and objectifies women. the latter isn't necessarily false-- in fact it's true. but to paint art as someone who respects tashi and has done nothing wrong is just missing the point.

in 1915, charlotte perkins gilman published the novel herland which is about this utopian society where only women exist and they defy the patriarchal ideals. in this novel, three men see it for themselves and gilman uses these three men to show how men irl view women. the one named van is irrelevant to this post but there's terry: he is this loud, sexist, unashamed flirt, who objectifies women and even commits acts of sexual violence. patrick can be associated with this (less so however). he outwardly objectifies tashi ("i want her to fuck me with that racket") and is aggressive in his flirting.

there's the third character named jeff. jeff seems harmless at first. he's chivalrous and doesn't say mean things about women-- but he puts them on pedestals. gilman utilizes this character to make a critique about "the nice guy" and how putting women on pedestals is still treating them as this inhuman idea-- which is still objectifying and demeaning, even sexist, but it's so sly and because it's not outward objectifying, we don't see it as such. this, i feel, can be compared to art. we see, in response to patrick's objectifying flirting, he disagrees and says she's a "talented young woman".

but despite this, we see him trying to get to tashi. he says to patrick that "she doesn't love you" and says to tashi "i don't think he loves you" and both of them see through it but the fact is, he tried to pursue her even though she was unavailable. he still wanted her despite the fact it was not reciprocated (at the time). he's only made out with tashi yet he still tries to pursue her, even though that's his best friend's girlfriend! that's breaking bro code! it's mean! not just to patrick but to tashi who he doesn't see as fully human who's capable of picking which man she wants to date. he still sees tashi as someone who deserves to be with him and not his best friend. it's objectifying and dehumanizing. to treat tashi, a black woman, as not capable to make her own decisions is problematic!

his manipulation (which a lot of people who are team art (whatever that means) love to deny) is outwardly said in the film. it's driven by this objectification he has of tashi and we even see the physical representation of it during the scene in the bedroom when she sits on the bed, her posture is tall, and he's laying on the bed, kissing her hand. the blocking for that was insane but it shows exactly how patrick views tashi.

yes funny haha pathetic men but to portray patrick as the sexist man and art as the only one of the two to treat tashi with respect is just flat out wrong lmao. putting women on pedestals is still objectifying. still trying to pursue women even though they're unavailable (and have said nothing about wanting you) is still objectifying.

tldr; art still objectifies tashi, he's just "nice" about it

[nerosdayinanime]

Lullabye

1k word count, modern au, sabito centric, angst/bittersweet/hurt comfort(? not much comfort), implied suicidal ideation, nightmares disguised as dreams, t4t sabigiyu<3, touch-starved sabito, first and last draft

Chandelier (Will Paquin) / Sweet Tooth (cavetown)

Sabito woke suddenly, furiously blinking and taking in the scene of his blankets where he'd kicked them off in his sleep. He pressed his face further into the bed with a weary sigh, harshly rubbing at his eye struggling to hold back tears. It was still dark, he had saw the clock read 2am- Third night in a row..

The echo of pleasant conversation and warm laughter, companionship simply lost to time and circumstance. He curled up pressing his face and holding onto a pillow, trying to breathe normally.

The other two had been fast-paced and heart wretching- a mad dash through a sea of people he doesnt care about, desperately trying to reach the small smile and lovely presence of a friend long gone to him.. Legs not responding how they're supposed to. Scrabbling at the floor to go a fraction of a moment faster. A faceless nobody had tried to stop him, tried to distract him from the back getting further and further away from him. It shattered his heart every further step apart, he punched them and shoved past in blind dread- but no matter how hard he pushed, through the countless people filling the path between them, the feeling of trying to run underwater, the crushing feeling of failure and regret, he'd never reach them again. It was a hopeless effort. He woke up in the middle of the night, unable to shake the horrible ache the dream left him with the rest of the day.

This one was.. soft.

He was injured, some cut he couldnt feel in his abdomen. He was being treated for it, but free to walk around after someone had wrapped some bandages around him. He found his way to a main area, tall stairs leading up to nowhere he cared, he followed the people going past it to the large cafeteria. He got in line for a simple meal, not knowing what to do besides follow the guy in front of him who had started talking to him- he didnt find his company anything besides neutral until he started messing with his food. He quickly lost his appetite and slammed his violated baked potato into the fucker's face, chosing to wander through the tables for more pleasant company, someone who'd just leave him alone even.

He saw a table, someone he recognized but didnt really know, and the world stopped when he approached. Just a few seats over. Him. Right there. Open seat across, just for him. He sat, deep blue eyes looking up at him in surprise, quickly melting to glee- he smiled brightly as they caught up. They both went by different names now, they had seperated before he really understood what that meant- choosing his own new name, Giyuu. He had introduced his own, his heart soared as it rolled off his tounge as if it was the only one he knew, Sabito. Giyuu had an adorable pet bird, feathers as glossy black as his own hair- it was a wild crow, an old one that loved his affections and easy snacks over the constant fight to find food in the wild. It gently nipped at his fingers before letting him pet its head, Giyuu beamed. The time flew by, walking back to the main area still talking about what all they've been up to, testing the waters with his touchy nature cuddling up against him at every chance. Giyuu only smiled and encouraged it, lifting his arm for Sabito to bury under. Eventually he had to leave for whatever reason, they waved goodbye and he went back to his bed in recovery- no time had passed and he was right back there the next day. Giyuu waiting for him with someone, their friend Ozaki not recognizing him at first. When she did she excitedly invited him to visit sometime before she had to hurry along, leaving him and Giyuu to get food together. Another lost friend, Murata, excitedly waving them down to sit with him, "I've been waiting for you! How's it been, man?" He was so happy, a warm buzz in his heart, the world he saw so bright and colorful. He locked onto Giyuu's small smile as he teased him, "So, are you waiting for me to let you smother me?" Sabito laughed at his light tone and brushed up against his side, an arm curling around his shoulder and assuring thats where he belonged.

He didn't notice when it stopped, the fuzzy transition to the waking world. A slow tune playing in the back of his mind, the only clear lyrics repeating as he woke, "I like you.... Say it back."

He laid there processing his sad reality, an idiot with no friends, no hobbies, nothing to look forward to, having dreams dragging the past to the present. Impossible dream of reviving childhood friendships he lost contact with years ago. The warmth in his heart had gone cold when he woke, now pouring down his face as he choked on the crushing feeling that encased his entire being. The cold of the night buried deep in his bones, clutching onto the little warmth between him and his pillow as if it was his only tether to life. Times like this let the darkest parts of his brain claw their way to the front, Why am I holding on so tightly? What have I really got to live for anymore. Pleasant dreams that give me everything I want but will never ever have when I wake? He sobbed and stared emptily through the blurry view, the pain digging so deep in his chest. He wanted that warmth again, needed it, the dreamy brightness and feeling of sunbeams soaking into his skin, warming him from the inside out. The brief respite from the crushing cold and lonliness only served to highlight it. He ached, everything shaking uncontrollably in this stupid fit-

mmrrrp?

He jumped at the little trill, the recently adopted stray rarely made noise. He propped up a bit and harshly scrubbed at his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie, stopping when he felt a paw gently prod at his hand, he blinked at the deep blue eyes staring into his own. He fought back a new wave of tears at the familiarity, stupid fucking dream. He leaned back to look at his cat, sitting on the nightstand still holding its paw up and looking at him with its big eyes. He halfheartedly sniffled and grunted, "So-orry bud, did I wake you up?"

Nagi smoothly stood and hopped the little gap between the stand and his bed, not breaking eye contact as it slowly waddled across to stand right next to his face. He carefully reached up and held his hand next to its head, the cat quickly bumping against and rubbing against his palm, then leaning down to lick at his wet face. He closed his eyes and gently pet through its thick black fur and mumbled to himself, "You'd be the only one who'd miss me, huh?"

The cat stopped licking his face and looked at him with ears flicked back, "Even if, you'd find someone else who loved you... I'm not that special.."

Nagi fluffed up, thick fur pointing along its back, Sabito blinked at the outline in the dark and startled when the cat yowled right in his face. He closed his eyes and turned his head when it started smacking his face, shocked at the sudden change in personality as it then started rubbing full body against any part of him it could reach, purring like a motor. He teared up again and buried his face in its side, clutching onto the pillow below with one hand and gently holding his cat with the other.

He shook as his cat shared its fluffy warmth with him, purring loud enough to drown out any other thought, tail curled around his neck and licking at his forehead in the middle of the night

[langernameohnebedeutung]

[faaun]

ok let's catch up quickly

[herines-harasaeon]

do not go north

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@tbos-main