#but here he is crying and shaking

[casdeans-pie]

I wanted to do something special for my Cas op - since I was imagining this would probably be my only chance to get one - and I really got it

The eye contact alone had me fighting for my life, but I was shaking a whole bunch and he squeezed my hands as I went to walk away ❤️

His eyes are so blue and his expression was so kind. And his hands are so big!!! Mine have completely disappeared lmao. Truly lovely man

[deathfavor]

   Guilt and sorrow weigh on Earl’s shoulder’s with the same weight of the Earth upon Atlas’s shoulders. Has he done so poorly to make Horo think he wants to be away from her? Does she think he resents her? He never could no matter how tired or frustrated he might be – never once has he ever resented her or having to be the one to try to raise her. Not through her tantrums when she was little or cries for parents. He only regrets he could not do more. He’s a man who knows exactly what he wants to say and how to say it; he feels hopelessly lost in this moment as he scavenges for words to erase such thoughts from Horo’s mind. It’s not her fault, she’s done nothing wrong. How could he fuck up so bad that she thinks he WANTS to leave her here? 

  Earl lifts is head when he hears her frantic movement, a surge of panic flaring in his own chest. If she runs away, he won’t be able to catch her other than eventually finding where in the MBCC she might go to. But she doesn’t run away. Instead he feels her weight against his back, her arms wrapping around him as best as they can. When was the last time she’d hugged him before all this? It doesn’t matter because she is, here and now. 

   His throat bobs as he tries to swallow the lump in his throat. Feeling her tears and hearing her sobs feels like hundreds of knives being plunged into his heart. He hates being the reason she cries. “ Horo. Horo, come here. “  His voice shakes and wavers with emotion as he moves, coaxing her from clinging to his back so he can pull her against his chest and hug her in kind. He wants to speak but the words get caught in his throat, and the unshaking pillar that is Legion’s advisor trembles as he presses his face against her hair, a few tears falling down his own cheeks. And even now in the midst of his own tears he still tries to be the good older brother, a hand soothing through her hair with gentleness seldom seen by others. 

   “ I don’t want to be away from you either. “ He whispers, eyes still squeezed shut. “ That’s the last thing I would ever want.” He listens though to what she has to say, the same way he always has. But he can't stifle the wounded noise in his throat as he clutches onto her just a bit tighter, his strong form trembling just slightly. " You think so? " His voice is rough, choked with emotion that even he can't suppress. " I'm sorry...Sorry Horo. " he rasps, face hidden though he doesn't elaborate what he's apologizing for as he falls quiet. "...I'm not very good as passing off things. I.... I am going to need your help, Horo. " It is a rare admission said on shaky breath. " Just not yet. But I promise... I will need it. " 

the truth was, horo knows what she said isn't the truth. she knows earl wants nothing but the best for her, to protect her, to keep her bubbled as much as possible. but it's not what horo wants, and that's all she's been thinking about since finding out his big escape plan. she's not really considered what he's feeling, what he's sacrificing. because she's never really had to, he's always held himself together so well that it was rare she saw him make a mistake or mess up. that just wasn't like earl, not in recent years. but standing here, across from him now, she sees his facade easily shatter, and emotions that she never knew he felt surface onto his visage, her throat dries up.

guilt grips at her, it takes her breath away and feels as intense as a heart attack. he responds and she barely takes any of it in, far too focused on the look on his face as he breaks in front of her. at some point during his response, her eyes prickle with tears, and her lower lip begins to tremble. and the minute an apology is voiced, horo is rushing out from the table.

she moves easily around to his side within a few short seconds, small, yet strong arms wrapping around her brother from behind, engulfing him as much as she can considering their height difference and width difference. horo wasn't tall like earl, and while he wasn't particularly muscular, he was broader than her. her face buries into his neck, nose tickled by the same shade of hair she had. " i'm sorry! " it comes out as a panicked yell as her heart continues to constrict in her chest. it was painful, just as painful as seeing his face moments ago.

no sooner than later does she feel the tears she tried to keep tamed soak his hair, but it's not something she cares about. her hold on him is strong, but not too strong - she doesn't want to hurt him. " i didn't mean that! i just- i just don't want to be away from you. especially now, after this! " after he almost died, again. it's not something she thinks her little heart could handle. her lower lip continues to tremble, and she takes a moment to sob quietly before continuing. " you're the best big brother in the world, okay? mom and dad are so proud of you, i know it! and they probably agree with you, which pisses me off a little... but you've done great! i just don't understand why you can't let me help, earl... "

[gods-perfect-idiots]

something something blood-soaked hands cradling your face something something

anyway here's the post btw

[transmasccofee]

Shitty Light Novel fanart drawn on my phone in ibis bc I had a vision but no access to my tablet

[another-clive-blog]

HOW HAVE I NEVER NOTICED THIS

LAYTON USES TU FOR FUTURE LUKE BUT SWITCHES TO VOUS THE SECOND CLIVE'S IDENTITY IS REVEALED.

Tu and vous both mean you but Tu implies closeness : in the entirety of Unwound Future, Layton only ever uses Tu with Flora, the Lukes and Claire

[j00stkl31n]

A longer clip of him eating spicy sauce 😭

Oh our poor boy 😭😭😭

Here’s the whole video for y’all btw!!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VKaE5V-DqCc&t=2s

[lavampira]

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[pilonciillo]

lol didn’t think someone giving money would give me anxiety

[dreamlogic]

aye can i get a fuckin uuuhhhh

break. on my burger

[ratatatastic]

or alternatively dweeb meets other dweeb more news at 11

LIGHT. LIGHT IN HIS EYES. LOOK AT EM BIG OLE EYES. LOOK AT HIM TOUCH HIS JERSEY.

GLORY BE TO THE MIKKSY SIGNED JERSEY RAAAAAAAAA

CanesWear Signing | 7.1.24

[willesredlights]

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[mint-is-here]

me: *almost finishing rewatching all of the s5 trailer* okayy the animations is like not the best thing in the world but we're gtting a lot of nezah stuff and maybe sandy centric episode so-

trailer: *red son and mei moment*

me:

[acourtofquestions]

"You'll come back," Manon said.

It sounded like more of a threat than anything

Dorian smirked. "Would you miss me if I didn't?"

Manon didn't reply. He didn't know why he expected her to.

He'd taken all of a step, when Asterin clasped his shoulder. "In and out, quick as you can," she warned him. "Take care of Narene." Worry indeed shone in the Second's gold-flecked black eyes. Dorian bowed his head. "With my life," he promised as he approached her mount and grasped the dangling reins. He didn't fail to miss the gratitude that softened Asterin's features. Or that Manon had already turned away from him.

A fool to start down this path with her. He should have known better.

The hours that passed were some of the longest of Manon's existence.

From anticipation, she told herself. Of what she had to do.

Abraxos, unsurprisingly, found them within an hour, his reins sliced from the struggle he'd no doubt waged and won with Sorrel. He waited, however, beside Manon in silence, wholly focused upon the gate where Dorian and Narene had vanished.

Time dripped by. The king's sword was constant weight at her side. She cursed herself for needing to prove-to him, to herself-that she refused to let him go into Morath for practical, ordinary reasons. Erawan wasn't at the Ferian Gap. It'd be safer. Somewhat. But if the Matrons were there … That was why he'd gone. To learn if they were. To see if Petrah truly commanded the host there, and how many Ironteeth were present. He had not been trained as a spy, but he'd grown up in a court where people wielded smiles and clothes like weapons. He knew how to blend in, how to listen. How to make people see what they wished to see. She'd sent Elide into the dungeons of Morath, Darkness damn her. Sending the King of Adarlan into the Ferian Gap was no different.

It didn't stop her breath from escaping when Abraxos stiffened, scanning the sky. As if he heard something they couldn't.

And it was the joy that sparked in her mount's eyes that told her.

Moments later, Narene sailed toward them, making a lazy path over the mountains, a dark-haired, pale-skinned rider atop her. He'd truly been able to change parts of himself. Had made his face nearly unrecognizable. And kept it that way.

Asterin rushed toward the mare, and even Manon blinked as her Second threw her arms around Narene's neck. Holding her tight. The mare only leaned her head against Asterin's back and huffed.

Manon hadn't dwelled long on what she'd say.

And as the three hundred Ironteeth witches filed into the hall, some coming off their patrols, Manon half wondered if she should have. They watched her, watched the Thirteen, with a wary disdain.

Their disgraced Wing Leader; their fallen Heir.

When all were gathered, Petrah, still standing in the doorway where she'd appeared, merely said, "My life debt for an audience, Blackbeak."

Manon swallowed, her tongue as dry as paper. Seated atop Abraxos, she could see every shifting movement in the crowd, the wide eyes or hands gripping swords.

"I will not tell you the particulars of who I am," Manon said at last. "For I think you have already heard them."

"Crochan bitch," someone spat.

Manon set her eyes on the Blackbeaks, stone-faced where the others bristled with hatred. It was for them she spoke, for them she had come here.

jacket, then hoisting up her white shirt. Rising in the stirrups to bare her scarred, brutalized abdomen. "She does not lie."

UNCLEAN

There, the word remained stamped. Would always be stamped.

"How many of you," Asterin called out, "have been similarly branded? By your Matron, by your coven leader? How many of you have had your stillborn witchlings burned before you might hold them?"

The silence that fell now was different from before. Shaking shuddering.

Manon glanced at the Thirteen to find tears in Ghislaine's eyes as she took in the brand on Asterin's womb. Tears in the eyes of all of them, who had not known. And it was for those tears, which Manon had never seen, that she faced the host again.

"You will be killed in this war, or after it. And you will never see our homeland again."

"What is it that you want, Blackbeak?" Petrah asked from the archway.

"Ride with us," Manon breathed. "Fly with us.

Against Morath. Against the people who would keep you from your homeland, your future." Murmuring broke out again. Manon pushed ahead, "An Ironteeth-Crochan alliance. Perhaps one to break our curse at last."

Again, that shuddering silence. Like a storm about to break Asterin sat back in the saddle, but kept her shirt open.

"The choice of how our people's future shall be shaped is yours," Manon told each of the witches assembled, all the Blackbeaks who might fly to war and never return. "But I will tell you this." Her hands shook, and she fisted them on her thighs. "There is a better world out there. And I have seen it."

Even the Thirteen looked toward her now.

"I have seen witch and human and Fae dwell together in peace. And it is not weakness to do so, but a strength. I have met kings and queens whose love for their kingdoms, their peoples, is so great that the self is secondary. Whose love for their people is so strong that even in the face of unthinkable odds, they do the impossible."

Manon lifted her chin. "You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it so or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight for it themselves. Too long have we preyed on the weak, relished doing so. It is time that we became better than our foremothers." The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. "There is a better world out there," she said again. "And I will fight for it." She turned Abraxos away, toward the plunge behind them. "Will you?"

Manon nodded to Petrah. Eyes bright, the Heir only nodded back. They would be permitted to leave as they had arrived: unharmed.

So Manon nudged Abraxos, and he leaped into the sky, the Thirteen following suit.

Not a child of war. But of peace.

[strxnged]

Scared shirtless for this exam bestie. God tell me wtf an eigen value is and what it do because bro speed ran those lectures like The Flash

there's no way he's going to test us on eigen values.... i can't find them mentioned on slides anywhere... the textbook is too busy criticizing techniques it's not clear what the right one is (p. 436)

[mwagneto]

any time i remember time lord victorious arc i start shaking like a sick fucking dog

[jesteri0tt]

Happy birthday! I drew a little something for you! Hope you like it! ^^

AA FUCK I DIDNT SEE THIS YESTERDAY IM A LIL LATE NOW BUT THANJ YOU THANK YOU HE LOOKS SO GOOD IN YOUR STYLE AAA :333 THANKYOU AGAIN!!!!