#but having actual beef is crazy

[youbutstupid]

If you see the quote “screw comfort characters, who’s your confront character” and you go for one of the women of the BAU as opposed to one of the hundreds of vile male unsubs then idk what to tell you other than you might wanna consider some internalised misogyny

I really don’t think Jordan Todd being a bit snappy with Morgan or Ashley Seaver interrupting Reid is enough to warrant them being seen as worse than characters such as Jacob Dawes, Frank Breitkopf, Charles Hankel, Jason Clark Battle, George Foyet, Ian Doyle, John Curtis, Malcolm Ford, Hastings and Askari, Carl Buford, Edgar Solomon, Peter Lewis, Elias Voit…. To name a few

[monakisu]

last night i had a dream that i was gru from despicable me lounging in bed with my beautiful wife lucy and when i woke up i found myself indescribably disappointed

[spywhitney]

How I sleep knowing I'll never trust anyone that hates Sydney but worships Richie:

[justablanketreally]

i still think it’s crazy we got this trio

[onesidedradiostatic]

Your blog and other 3 who are in your circle are basically the only way I consume hellaverse content so I tend to forget Val and Killjoy's beef, the Lucifer commission saga, thw whole sweater debacle and any other sagas that happened here are NOT common knowledge

LMAOOOOOOO they should be because they're all canon to season 2. clearly.

[yuwuta]

i know i write and i yearn but—and maybe this is naive and unrealistic but idc—i would rather drink a denim jacket through a metal straw than date any man i’ve ever encountered in my life bc why would i give up my alone time and start splitting things 50/50 if i was already paying for everything myself 😭

[majachee]

also HELP NOAH BEING THE SHORTEST

do you think heather carries him around like a purse dog/hj

-mmpr anon

AGAINST HIS WILL... WHEN HIS GUARD IS DOWN, THAT'S WHEN THEY STRIKE...

Definitely makes this face at Heather or Duncan whenever he gets the chance, which just makes him even more purse dog-coded imo

[fauvester]

tgcf as a long rambling bedtime story shang qinghua tells xuejiao (because story time is one of the few times his little half-demon whelp will cuddle with him) intended to teach a spoiled ass ice prince the value of humility and goodness and dedication to the people. it backfires horrifically because XJ thinks that xie lian is extremely cringe and in true airplane fashion the epic bloodthirsty demon antagonist ends up being a supreme simp househusband. how does this keep happening to SQH

[demonir]

I just saw someone write a whole ass essay on why medic isn't a bottom IN A PINTEREST COMMENT SECTION

[radi0dontt]

Fisheye Lens

ao3 link

xB has carried a camera around for years, taking pictures to collect memories. xB is now alone on the Hermitcraft server.

xB took a step back, having to tilt his head up to fully take in the sight of the, honestly kind of ridiculous storage solution. 

For some reason, one of them had pitched that the best early game storage solution available to them, was a colossal chest about 15 blocks tall and wide in the middle of their sky base. 

xB would like to blame Hypno for the idea, but he thought that Hypno should be blamed for most things. So what did he know. 

He cracked a smile and started to dig through his inventory for something. 

Hypno, once he himself had finished laughing at the stupidly oversized chest, glanced over his shoulder to watch xB curiously. 

Eventually, xB pulled out what he had been looking for, what was essentially a modified polaroid camera. He held it up in victory. 

“Hold on, I’ve gotta take a picture of this thing.” 

Hypno burst into laughter again, running to stand in front of the chest. “Get me in it, for scale!”

xB backed up a few more blocks on the stone path sticking out from the central platform. He messed with all of the cameras buttons and bits until he had the shot he wanted lined up. 

He hadn’t put too much thought into it, the whole height of the chest and a waving Hypno peeking out at the bottom. The endless void of their skyblock world stretched out in the background. 

As it instantly developed, he glanced between the image and what he could currently see. Hypno had returned to intermittent bouts of laughter at the sheer scale, instead of posing for the camera, but the picture had captured most of the moment.

The clouds kept rolling across the sky, and they continued to laugh. 

He had tucked the photo away, and they had moved on. 

———

“Hey, want a picture?”

xB teased, switching his sword for the familiar camera that he dragged between servers. Beef rolled his eyes, readjusting his now dented iron helmet on his head. The camera was visibly old now, covered with half-peeled stickers and stories, but it was waterproof and sturdy, the cyan colour only slightly faded with time. 

“Oh yeah, great, to commemorate this occasion. I definitely want to remember this.” Beef teased back, huffing a laugh. He was well accustomed to xB taking his random pictures. He had long since accepted that it was just one of those things about xB, everybody had a thing or two. Who was he to judge, he had slightly bigger problems right now anyway.

With a sigh, Beef gave his best smile and thumbs up to the camera. He had the very distinct, disheveled look of someone that had definitely just been blown up by a creeper on the first day.  

It took all of xB’s willpower not to start laughing again as he and Beef huddled around the picture in the tiny, terribly lit deepslate hut, to get a look under the torchlight. 

That was his first picture of the season actually, he realised as he put it safely in his inventory.

He would call Beef around by the end of the season, show him the picture again, they would get to look back and laugh. 

———

But Hypno wasn’t here anymore, and he hadn’t seen Beef. He hadn’t seen anyone. 

He stared up at the rift, glassy purple coating the whole cave with a slight tinted purple glow.

Staring wasn’t doing anything. It hadn’t done anything, and it would continue to not do anything. xB knew that, rationally, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. 

His friends were on the other side, wherever that led to, and he could do very, very little about it. 

———

“I’m not gonna talk to you for a week!”

Keralis crossed his arms, stomping away through the sand, turning his back to xB dramatically. 

“A whole week!” Keralis continued as xB giggled, already fishing for his camera in his inventory. 

“Seven whole days.” Keralis turned back to look at xB, his pout breaking into a wide grin. “Princess! Are you taking pictures of me?”

xB had the little cyan camera raised, the harsh desert sun illuminated Keralis clearly in his view. He was almost glowing. 

“Well if I’m not gonna see you for a week I’ve gotta make this moment last.”

———

xB held his camera tightly as reached the edge of his starter base and dropped off, unceremoniously, into the water surrounding the platform.

With a splash he let himself sink. The world muffled briefly and turned blue as he watched bubbles rise to the surface. 

He blinked, and for a moment he swore he could see wide eyes staring down at him. Keralis leaned over the edge of his base, looking down. 

But spawn was empty, the shopping district was empty. The lake was empty too, his conduit was taking care of that, and his base was very, very empty. 

He swam back to the shore, camera in hand, tail pushing him lazily through the water.

———

He naturally retreated to the back of the group as Grian started his speech to announce the already-obvious winner of the turf war. 

xB didn’t really care who won though, they had all had fun, that was what mattered to him. He glanced around at the other hermits and knew he wanted a picture of this. 

The whole group was smiling, clearly tired from all of the games, but it was the good kind of tired. xB felt it too. 

He turned around and messed with his old camera, quickly holding it up to snap a picture of the whole group, the score board already half lit-up in the background. 

The click of his camera wasn’t heard through the laughing and cheering and joking of the crowd. He nestled the produced image into his hoodie pocket and tuned back in for the rest of Grian’s speech. 

False was stood to his right, and�� and Etho to his left? Or cub? 

The rest of the memory dissolved into fuzziness, the details melting into hazy laughter, cheering and fireworks. 

xB was left staring at the picture clutched in his hands. Water had dripped down onto it, now distorting the image itself. He blinked. It didn’t clear.

His hoodie was wet, the same as his hair and fins, dripping water onto the deepslate floor and into a small puddle at his knees. 

All of his polaroids were scattered in front of him. 

xB was alone. 

He knew that he was alone. xB had been alone before. He knew how to be alone. He would go so far as to say that he was actually very good at it. 

One of the things about being alone, xB had noticed - and because he was so good at being alone, he would guess that he was right - is that it really took a while until you realised it.

xB knew that he was alone, but he hadn’t really known until he had crawled back to his base, soaking with river water, and sifted through pictures that stared back. 

He didn’t know what he was looking for. The pictures stared back with smiles and laughter. A line dangling bait in front of him, of a place he could never go back to. A time he could never have back, distorted in his memory. Friends he might never get back. 

———

The raft swayed gently with the movement of the ocean. 

One of the things about being out at sea, xB knew, is that you were always, very, very alone. 

[bforblitz]

idea: azura’s vanity is what causes the fall of the first council. she created nerevar to be her perfect champion, someone who loves her so unconditionally that he has no room in his heart to love anyone else.

nerevar does not love the first council. it’s not that he doesn’t want to, I think he truly wants to tell them that he would love them if he could, it’s that he literally can’t. azura always comes first. everything he does is in her name. but the council, for the most part, loves him. and it’s that undying love they have for him that cause them harm.

voryn waits at the heart of lorkhan, even though he knows it’s corrupting him. he knows if he stays, he will be consumed. but he loves nerevar and trusts him so much that he is physically, mentally, and spiritually destroyed, doomed to become a husk of who he once was.

vehk and ayem view nerevar as their savior. he rescued them from traumatic lives where they had no control of their fate. of course they love him, he’s their everything. they’ve never known what it’s like to be truly loved. but seht does. he sees through nerevar, sees that azura is pulling the strings. so he convinces the other two to rebel, to reclaim their people from an egotistical god. nerevar will never see reason, so he must die even if it pains them so.

when he dies, azura reincarnates nerevar for her own selfish reasons. she wants revenge and wants to keep her perfect champion. the puppet she can use to claim the worship she so rightly deserves. she hopes that his reincarnations will love her like he did. and if they don’t, she will destroy them until one does.

and the nerevarine has to cope with the fact that nerevar was not the hero everyone claims he is. if they’re struggling with their identity (are they nerevar, are they not, etc), perhaps they find some closure knowing that nerevar was a victim of azura and fate too.

[yeonban]

I'm dissecting Tobias whenever he has a mood swing on main bc compared to his childhood era they're SO much rarer nowadays. These days he's either apathy embodied (*compared to anger personified as a kid) or he throws an impulsively angry fit that ends in the other person's death; never in a peaceful resolution. The fact that he's even composed enough to walk away from something that makes him annoyed now is a huge step forward from his younger self patience-wise, but every time he walks away it's simultaneously further detaching him from the rare emotion he does possess and alienating him even more from the people around him who are, at moments like these, blatantly shown that they're being kept at an arm's length no matter how close they previously believed they were with/to him

[aromanticasterisms]

i'm cheating [don't have arlecchino yet and am looking at her lines abt the harbingers through hoyowiki] and thank god the harbinger "i hate my coworkers" trend continues + yaay sandrone and columbina crumbs + her line about signora has me in shambles

[deamare]

♡ ˚· @crookedorel asked:

For all that he knew that she attended the Academy, Ishtar was shockingly difficult to find. Though Berkut could have conceived that this was deliberate, there was a part of him that feared the worst, that being unable to see a woman of her demeanor was the sign of a collar about her lovely neck with its leash pulled tight. When he did see her about town, it was on the arm of a man – rougher than he'd expected, the grime of a life lived and the eyes of a predator – and there bristled in his gut an indignation so foul that he excused himself from the soiree he had been attending and stormed into a nearby jeweler to make the commission. It took a few days until he saw her again, but by this time he had ascertained beyond shadow of a doubt what day it was. "Oh, excuse me," he said, not meaning it, as he stepped into the couple's path, glancing sidelong and dismissively at the man before inclining his head to Ishtar. "I had learned that it was your birthday, so you will have to forgive this interruption," he continued, tone indicating wholly that he did not think there was anything to forgive as he took the box from beneath his cloak. Inside lay nestled a finely carved and crafted drop chain pendant of opal with orbiting black tourmaline. He was never one to believe in the innate qualities of magic that lay in the world around him, but neither was he fool to doubt the powers that coursed through his own blood, through hers – if the wards within these stones held, then perhaps Berkut might have been convinced of magic's grace. "If I may," Berkut said, taking the chain in gentle hands and depositing the box in the hands of the other man before sweeping it about her neck delicately. "A perfect fit," he added, tucking one of her hands into his to bring to his lips for a gentle peck. "If you find yourself about town – without companionship – I hope that you will seek me out."

Wide-eyed, Ishtar blinks her surprise at the intrusion, though to her it's just a few steps short of such. The same may not be said of her company, though little room is given for him to express any such thought as Berkut carries on.

"You..." Surprise at his presence has shifted now to surprise at circumstance. How he had learned is beyond her, but she does not find a breath to ask. Eyes alight upon the presented gift, and for the second time still her emotion takes another shape.

Familiarity straightens her spine, renders her silent as cool metal comes to rest at her collar, heavy where the gemstone weighs against her sternum. Pale eyes drift after his hand, watch from somewhere faraway as it takes her own.

It isn't his intention-- cannot be-- but there is a chill that sinks beneath her flesh that her body has not yet learned to forget. Ishtar meets his gaze, recalling the way he had spoken to her once so long ago. He is kind, she decides, and affixes her features with a gentle smile.

"Thank you for the gift," careful to dance around his last remark, to keep her attention on Berkut and not let it wander to him. Fingers fall away, still warm where they were last touched, and move on marionette strings to lift her skirts so that she may dip into a curtsey.

"I will be sure to treasure it."

Only when he has turned to leave do her fingers wander, absently, to the pendant itself. She watches him go, waits for the chill on her skin to leave with him, and finds that it remains long after he has disappeared.

[nnonbinarycreature]

have started reading batman comics for my favoritest guy jason todd and i think if i was dick grayson and got fired from being robin bc it was too dangerous and later that month saw my ex dad fighting crime w/ a kid 3 apples tall i would walk back into wayne manor and beat him to death w/ a brick!! rip to him but im different 🤗

[1eos]

thoughts on leo and shownu being in a musical together?? imo they’re both the best of the best 👏🏻

thoughts? ummmmm *rummaging around in my purse* i think leo looks hot in this outfit ☝🏾