#but what she doesn't know won't hurt her

[motions1ckn3ss]

seeing chappell roan next week (!!!) in london and i've decided on a whim that the very next day i will go and see the evening performance of les mis as it will be the day before djavan van de fliert finishes playing enjolras and i simply must see him

[yuwuta]

yuuta exhibits such previously abandoned, recently adopted dog behavior. incredibly anxious all the time, even though nobody’s out to get him or leave him behind. waits for you to return home or from school or from work excitedly, just to see you when you walk through the door. follows you around senselessly, hovering in your space just for the sake of companionship. initiates affection in prodding ways—starts off next to you, then a hand on your thigh, then deems it safe to lay all the way down, then slowly pushes his head into your lap. gets up whenever you need to get up, and resumes his position as soon as you’re ready. brings you gifts as a sign that he’s thinking of you, and maybe because he likes the affection it brings out in you, maybe because he likes the gentle affirming touches of a hand in his hair or a pinch to his cheek. rests his head on your stomach or his chin on your shoulder when he’s sleepy, stays there, immobile, and will not move unless absolutely necessary. sometimes he gets surprised when he hears you calling for him, there’s a moment of disbelief as he thinks “me? really? you need me?” but it’s very quickly overshadowed by this compulsive need to show up, to please, to do anything for you, which is why he always answers when you call. he doesn’t realize that he has puppygod eyes, especially when he’s excited or confused, but he does and it’s incredible endearing. very reluctant to share your space or attention after a while, considers that to be sacred and he won’t risk being let go or lost again, so as a safety precaution, he keeps himself right by you, waits for you always. 

[shopcat]

omfg people really need to calm the fuck down about people disliking some characters like it's not always a deep seated prejudice or an inability to empathise it's because we are human beings with our own experiences and normal biases and fictional characters are not real and it doesn't matter if you don't like them for pretty much any reason at all and doesn't make you suddenly x just because the character is y it just means you don't like them. obviously other indications of actual prejudice or a repeated pattern mean something else entirely but you can just dislike a character because get this they're a character and not a real person. you can dislike real people too even it's almost like we've got free will. please oh please can we get out of the torture chamber together.

[treasure-goblin]

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[quietwingsinthesky]

part of me wonders like. what if ruby's mom had just left. what if ruby had said "i'm named after a road", looking at her with so much hope in her eyes, and her mom, who made this choice nineteen years ago, couldn't handle it. and left.

[ctl-yuejie]

oh my god!!! this fucking guy...what a character

haunted by his dead wife, haunted by his wife

and now he declares her dead so that he can justify taking care of his sister and mother over confessing to her murder

ahhhhh, his mind

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

thinking about fallout 4 against my will

[wolfeyedwitch]

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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The only thing Charles could think of was sympathy for the poor vampire. He couldn't imagine being as hungry and yet so afraid as they were.

They were clearly starving, yet they were so hesitant to take the clearly needed food.

And when they finally did eat, he saw just how ravenous they really were. It scared him a bit, and then he immediately felt bad for feeling so. It wasn't their fault they were like this, or maybe it was, but that was still no reason to fear them.

When they finished, he tried to school his expression and not look so disturbed, but then he probably looked too serious, because the vampire trembled slightly and pressed their forehead to the floor.

"Well, now that that has been taken care of, I should go over house rules and my expectations for your stay."

He went on to explain that he encouraged them to move freely about this room, but to not go outside of this room without supervision. The door will be locked anyway, but he didn't want them to try.

He told them that starting tomorrow or the day after, he'd start to show them around a bit and get them acquainted with more of the house, but not give them full access until everything is settled.

He told them he was still looking into what the best feeding schedule would be and that he'd appreciate feedback. He told them he found starving distasteful and swore that they'd be kept very well-fed. It just a matter of finding the right blood and time of day to give it to them.

He told them that receiving them had been a surprise and so he didn't have any real plans for what to do with them. But he promised they'd be taken care of no matter what.

There was just one last thing he needed to go over with them, but this one was the one he was most unsure how to phrase.

"Now, I don't know how much you already know about me or my business. But I am a painter, and my main muse lives with me. He's... he is like you, in many ways, expect he is not a vampire. He means a great deal to me, and his safety and comfort are some of my primary concerns. You will be likely not meet him for a while, but when you do, I just ask that you try to get along and respect him. I will be asking the same from him. But, I believe that is it. Do you have any questions? I'm not sure if you're really able to speak, but perhaps you could gesture or write?"

Masterlist

CW: internalized dehumanization, it as a pronoun, nonverbal whumpee

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The vampire was painfully grateful that its new owner deigned to explain the rules to it. The owners that did so, even those with the strictest rules, were better than the owners that said nothing and still punished it for breaking rules it didn't know existed. This one's rules were.... strange, to say the least.

Apparently, this was to be its room. It was allowed, encouraged even, to move about as it pleased within the room. Its owner said he would take it around after it "got settled". (It was trying not to think about all the things that could mean.) He said he would feed it, on a regular schedule, and even asked for it to give feedback? It was having trouble accepting that.

The troubling part was what came at the end of his explanations. Its presence was a surprise to him; that much it had surmised, given how he acted upon opening the box that contained it. The part that was a surprise was that the man already had a pet. Or maybe a muse? The owner called him one thing, but the description sounded like another. The dissonance was jarring.

Whatever he was called, the vampire's new owner already had someone filling the only role it was suited for. It was not only an unexpected gift, but an unneeded one.

It had no purpose here.

That realization sank in just as its new owner was asking if it had any questions.

How...?

It couldn't speak. Words were for humans, not vermin. And its hands had been purposefully broken (first as punishment during training, then later as entertainment for its owners) far too often for it to be able to write, even if it dared to try to claim the written word rather than spoken ones.

Gestures, then. It would have to figure out a way to communicate, given that this new owner wanted that of it.

It didn't know how to express the myriad of questions it had. Questions of his motives, of the other possible-pet, of what would become of it. But asking what it wanted to know wasn't the only question its owner set forth; he had also asked if it was able to communicate.

Slowly, cautiously, making no movements that could be considered aggressive, it unfolded from where it had pressed its forehead to the floor in supplication. It peeked up from under its lashes at the man; when he displayed no outward displeasure at its movement, it continued.

It put one hand over its mouth and shook its head. Then it slowly extended its hands, displaying and flexing the crooked fingers that refused to close into fists, and shook its head again.

Then it dared to look up at the man, meeting his eyes again. It dipped its head in the slightest of nods.

I cannot speak. I cannot write. I can gesture.

It had to hope that he would understand.

[i-appear-misssing]

I just had the horrible thought that I need to fall in love because having devastating crushes on beautiful, competent, authoritative women that I desperately want to please is exhausting and I need it to stop

[xoshepard]

fucking vindication man

my sister was just minding her business in the basement eating breakfast and my stepdad came down and asked "why do you have the light on" and she was like "so i can see?" and the thing about my stepdad is that he's incapable of softening his tone (and will pretend he doesnt understand that his tone is aggressive even though he can understand when YOUR tone is aggressive/rude) so even an innocuous question like that sounds like an attack, so my sister's response was also super subdued and irritated. this isn't the first time an exchange like that has happened but it was the first time that he kinda hesitated and was like "wait what did i just say that upset you?" and she started to speak like she was going to explain, then thought better of it and just said "it's nothing"

LIKE YEAH DUDE. WHEN YOU CREATE AN ENVIRONMENT WHERE PEOPLE FEEL LIKE THEY CONSTANTLY HAVE TO EXPLAIN THEMSELVES TO YOU AND AT THE SAME TIME THEY CAN'T BE COMFORTABLE BRINGING UP THINGS YOUVE DONE OR SAID TO UPSET THEM WITHOUT YOU JUST ARGUING WITH THEM TO JUSTIFY HOW THEYRE WRONG FOR BEING UPSET AND YOUVE NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG, THEN PEOPLE ARENT GONNA FUCKIN TALK TO YOU. ITS SO SIMPLE.

[ame-to-ame]

there are things that you don't do for a year or more and pick up just right where you left off and these days i fear loving you might be one of them

[reanimatedgh0ul]

if i say this is ilana and lance coded what then

[zoennes]

“Is it me or there was a really weird vibe going on between Zoë and Senne?”

[multishipper-baby]

Thinking about the Goldami kids turning out kind of evil like their momma and how that would be for Golden...

[pocketramblr]

Need a windrunner who's scared of heights and is bitter that on this planet a drive to protect is apparently magically linked to flying instead of like, getting to summon shields or blast lightning because yeah they'll keep their oaths! but can they just do that from the ground, thanks, please?

[kawaiichibiart]

Continuing my Felix becomes Argos early AU (which I'm currently referring to myself as the Early Bird AU not sure if I'm keeping the name officially)

Seeing as one of his main (and likely only) goals for attending DuPont is to look after Adrien, he very much steps in to remind Marinette (and potentially later on the rest of the Akuma Class), after he (Adrien) suggests they take the high road when it comes to Lila lying, that Adrien isn't her boyfriend. He is not her keeper. She doesn't have to agree with him. But fuck her if she drags his cousin under the bus because she can't get over a silly little crush and has that affect whether or not she can actually disagree with him. If she wanted to go with it, fine, but she should have laid her own terms. Like if Lila does something drastic, she's going to tell someone, an adult she can trust to do the right thing. Or if Lila doesn't stop soon, even with the more minor lies, she's going to say something. And for love of everything, actually get evidence before you say shit because you're just sounding like a bitch whenever you say Lila's lying with no proof.

Marinette: BUT THEY AREN'T PROVING SHE'S TELLING THE TRUTH EITHER!

Felix: THAT ISN'T THEIR JOB!!

Felix: Literally no one but her has claimed she was telling the truth as far as we know. We all just think her stories are interesting and considering this class, what with Miss I'm The Mayor's Daughter, my cousin the Famous Model, MX. I Live in a Museum and YOU, Miss I Actually Have Connections But I'm Too Humble About It And Don't Wanna Brag, is it really hard to believe what Lila says?

Marinette: But, it's not fair that I have to-

Felix: Have to what? Back up your claims? Yes. It is fair. BECAUSE YOU'RE THE ONE MAKING THEM!!

Marinette: Felix.

Felix: Marinette.

Felix: Listen, like I said, I'm just here for Adrien. And for whatever reason, he likes you and wants to be your friend.

Marinette:...

Felix: And I'm not going to stop him from being your friend. But if he gets hurt, just because you can't get a clear head when he says something to you, when he suggests something you don't agree with, I don't care what connections you have.

Felix: So, either come up with terms for the honestly very likely time the highroad comes to an end, or tell Adrien you can't take the highroad at all.

Felix: Do I make myself clear?

Marinette:...yeah. Yeah, okay. Give me a few days.

Felix: I'm giving you two at most.

Marinette: But-

Felix: I was going to give you until tonight. Would you prefer that?

Marinette: Ugh, no, fine...

Marinette:...it's hard to like you.

Felix: So I've been told.

Marinette: But I can't hate you, when...ughh, when I know you're right.

Marinette: I'll see if I can come up with any terms, and if I can't... I'll tell Adrien I can't take the highroad.

Felix: Good. I'll hold you to that.