#conniving bitch

[starwarsanthropology]

Shhh…

I like Mereel a lot. He’s cheerful and personable and fun and very, very clever and very, very good at what he does. He’s my favorite null because he’s all those things and also has the capacity to be the scariest, eeriest bastard out of all of them.

[p0rk-guts]

Okay I get it the end knocked all our tits clean off but WE CAN'T JUST GLOSS OVER THIS. LETS CIRCLE BACK GUYS.

WHAT. THE FUCK. WAS THIS.

[maxdurden]

look,,,, i think the bad kids are understandable for being as pissed as they are at kipperlilly copperkettle. but i'm on my 'it's all love now' bullshit so hear me out:

what the bad kids read about klck were files from therapy. Before she was coopted by literal deific rage, she was only talking about perceived unfairness and her jealousy of riz in therapy/counseling. that's literally where someone is supposed to work through their darkest, worst parts of themself. and she was only a kid.

i can relate to her, even. as a teen who had real bad mental health, i absolutely had moments where i coveted other people's trauma because i didn't feel that my life situation was bad enough to justify my mental illness being as unmanageable as it was. so i get it. i feel where klck is coming from. and again she wasn't preaching this on the street. she was sharing it, in confidence, with a counselor. she might have been bitching about it to her friends. but honestly? do i think that justifies hating her? nah not really.

and then, if theories so far are correct, jace stardiamond dug into her counseling files, invaded and violated her most personal, least flattering thoughts, and took advantage of them. fed her like a sacrificial lamb to a dead god of rage, used her and the god to twist each other into the worst versions of each other.

all i'm saying is: ankarna has been corrupted. through compassion and reuniting her with cassandra, maybe the bad kids can save her. kipperlilly has been corrupted. maybe through compassion and reuniting her with lucy, with her best friend and voice of reason, the bad kids can save her too.

[summae]

Caught up on dogsred and I genuinely do not think teenage boys' psychosexual drama is in Noda's head but it's so fucking funny you've got thee Genma "one track mind" Keiichi being picked as forever partner & actually maybe even closer than a lover by Kengo, who is also by the way his brother's best friend, while Fuji is over there seething and being consumed by jealousy because his Actual best friend who he has done nothing but antagonise in middle school is slowly drifting away and I have to pretend that this is not a shojo manga? Be serious

[transsexual-necromutilomaniac]

armand is trapped!! trapped i say, louis!! they held me in a very scary big open box !! and had an irish man hold a FAKE SCYTHE to me!! oh louis, but i could not prevent it, no i could not!!

[bothsloth-originals]

blair pfaff my actual beloved

i literally despise him he is a rotten human being who knows exactly what he’s doing

bestie pookie darling

he belongs behind bars

or maybe in a museum just for me

HOLY HELL HES LEGITIMATELY AN EVIL BAD PERSON

but he’s so cuuiuuuute

and i love him ❤️❤️❤️

but he needs to fucking STOP

gay rights for all but him

blair you complicated man you have my whole heart and PLEASE GO BACK TO GLASSES WJBEOSBB IN BDJDBSBFJDNSAIDBDKR

[brakecheck]

okay but for real if charles and max get married in vegas does charles automatically get a rb seat?

[carcinized]

the way that rebecca convinced zava to join richmond wasnt by sweet talking him the way rupert did because that isnt what she's good at and what worked was her brutal honesty and straightforwardness. i loved that the writers allowed her to take on rupert (& win) but stay true to herself and not become him

[goldenhallas]

I couldn't have picked a worse time to become obsessed with a new book series lol but I just read the Atlas Six and boy was it delicious. I'm starting the Atlas Paradox right away bc I simply MUST know what happens next

[0zzysaurus]

They could never make me feel bad for you Starscream

[mitchell-nihil]

do any other writers have a problem where they forget their characters aren't actual real people that existed before you thought them up?

like, i always feel like when I start writing a character that they already existed, and I'm just discovering them. which obviously isn't true, and sometimes when I look back at the initial writing I had for Era, for example, he wasn't much like what he is now. and so he hasn't always existed actually and I am constantly working on him and changing him and it just feels weird in a way I can't explain

is this just a me thing?

[danceworshipper]

@hphm-ship-week Prompt 7: Ball

Years ago I was assigned the Celestial Ball for a quest rewrite event started by @carewyncromwell and completely didn't do it. Here's a scene from what I would have written

Ship: Quinn/Jae 🧚🏼‍♀️🤷🏻‍♂️

Date: April 22nd, 1989 (fifth year)

Content warning: A lot of swearing (Quinn's a sailor mouth) and a reference to underage drinking (doesn't actually occur)

Quinn toyed with a ruffle on her dress - magically altered, of course, because she was not going to wear a child's ball gown and nothing age appropriate was her size - and huffed another sigh. She should never have let her friends convince her to come tonight. The only parties Quinn went to were the ones hosted before every Quidditch match, where it was easy enough to make a quick appearance before fleeing with the excuse of needing to center herself.

Plus, at the Quidditch parties she could hide behind Skye's much louder personality. She sighed. Quinn hated that her whole team was older than her. None of them were here. Tonks was supposed to be staying with her, but had been dragged away by Tulip for some stupid prank that Tulip promised wouldn't ruin everyone's night. Quinn had her doubts about that. Her night was already ruined, because she was here and she was alone.

Shitty fucking best friend, abandoning her.

Most of the fifth years were on the dance floor. She had to admit that the planning committee had picked good music, but she didn't feel like humiliating herself by trying to dance. No, the snack table was where she'd be all night. Maybe Rowan and Ben's offer to 'not go' together was still available? Watching them play chess in the library or something had to be better than standing here sweating her ass off.

Quinn grabbed a cup of punch, telling herself that if Tonks wasn't back in ten minutes, she was gone. And she was taking the plate of chocolate pretzels with her.

"Want me to spike that?"

Punch went down the wrong pipe when Quinn jumped. Jae smacked her back as she coughed, laughing out an apology. Oh fuck, that was so embarrassing; that was not cute at all and now he probably thought she was even weirder.

Jae leaned against the wall next to her after she caught her breath. "You seem tense," he observed.

"Y-yeah," Quinn said, checking that she didn't cough any punch onto her dress.

"Not a party fan?"

"Nope."

"Yeah, me either," Jae said. "I'm mostly here for the snacks. I was serious, by the way. If you want something to take the edge off, I've got a little firewhiskey. Free of charge. Looks like you need it more than me."

She really did consider it, but Quinn shook her head. "Too many professors. Not worth the risk."

Jae smirked. "Ah, yeah, I forgot: Slytherins are cowards."

"Excuse me?" Quinn demanded. "Who's the one who's closed three damn Cursed Vaults? 'Cause it wasn't a fucking Gryffindor."

He nudged her arm, smug. "There ya go."

Quinn frowned. "Huh?"

"Not nervous anymore, are ya?" Jae clarified, and Quinn felt her face heat up.

"You did that on purpose," she accused.

Jae snatched a handful of Bertie's off of the snack table and carelessly tossed a handful in his mouth before saying, "Guilty."

Quinn hated that not only had she fallen for it, it had worked. She still didn't want to be here, but he'd distracted her enough that her nerves were much less erratic. It was only a matter of time before she said something stupid or did something stupid and Jae walked away to never talk to her again, though, and the night would be back to being a bunch of bullshit.

She toyed with a ruffle again, staring at her own nails against the fabric. They'd never been painted before because she was worried it would make her fingers look stumpier, but the shiny black polish actually looked nice with her skin tone just like Skye had said. Skye had been very invested in getting Quinn to the ball once it had been announced. It was one of those experiences, she'd said. Quinn had to go. Well, here she was, and this experience wasn't feeling worth it.

Jae passed her a plate full of chocolate pretzels.

"Those are your favorite, right?"

Shocked, Quinn just blinked at him.

"Tonks made sure to tell me," he said. "She was insistent I come check on you."

Bitch, she thought. Meddling fucking bitch.

"Nice dress," Jae continued. "I don't think I've ever seen you in pink before. Suits you."

Nerves were back.

Quinn gulped. "Thanks. Skye picked it out. I like your robes."

"Thanks. Tonks practically made me buy these, for some reason. She insisted they'd look good on me."

Jae really did look good. He must have gotten the robes customized; they fit him perfectly despite the fact that he shared her unfortunate height situation. Being short had never seemed to bother him, though. She wondered if he truly didn't care or if he was just good at hiding it.

Her eyes narrowed. His robes had pink accents that matched her dress.

Oh, those conniving fucking bitches. Skye and Tonks were trying to set her up - and Tulip was probably in on it too, getting Tonks away from Quinn so that she was alone when Jae came over. Fucking hell.

Jae's eyes narrowed, gears turning in his brain as he reached a similar conclusion.

"Clever," he said.

Quinn huffed. "Not what I'd call them."

He laughed, nudging her arm again. Despite the terrible betrayal, Quinn found herself starting to smile too. Jae's laugh was contagious.

"Hey, you want to dance?" he asked. "I think it'd make them lose their minds."

Bad idea. Very bad idea: she didn't know how to dance. But you know what? Fuck it. Jae probably didn't know how to dance either, and it would absolutely make Tonks freak out.

She smirked. "Yeah, sure."

[dykemcqueen]

[that1transmasc]

I love my jeep compass

His name is Blair, after Blair Pfaff from black monday and I love him so much

[teamfortresstwo]

Classic case of casting couch but Raditz and Cold would make for SUCH a good ship .

[hey-heigo]

(rips pipe) if u think abt it tonaegiri is like a twisted version sherlock watson and moriarty