#cut her some slack

[onceuponaweirdo]

Like, I know there's like a will inside here somewhere, but if I was in Ava's place and someone told me "Fight demons for the church or die" I'd say peace out ✌ and die fr

[malka-lisitsa]

"THAT'S BULLSHIT!" (nadia - obviously)

send "that's bullshit" for interrupting my muse while they're telling a huge lie to yours

"No, it's not Nadia. It was a moment of weakness. A moment where I lost sight of my resolve. Where I got buried in my fear, and my hopelessness. A moment of weakness where it just wasnt worth it to me anymore to deal with everything in my head with zero of the vampire perks to make up for it. A moment of weakness where the dark won. A moment of weakness where I decided I was fucking tired, and didn't want to do this anymore.

Five hundred years, I think one moment of weakness can be accepted, understood, and not called bullshit. I think after everything I've been through, I deserve that. Don't you?"

[thevalencianroyals]

I did not expect Adrien and Sophie to become the bad parents 🫣

they’re not “bad” parents, they’re just…what’s the word…

[bambinacomplains]

saw a bad google review of one of my fav coworkers once (they mentioned her by name) and I’M offended

[ladysophiebeckett]

eloise can't catch a fucking break omg. imagine ur rebound friend saying the same shit ur ex gf said to u a year ago. id have to disappear.

[jadeoru]

THE PLOT THICKENS

DRUNK WALK HOME

intermission: faces

masterlist

"so if you need to be mean / be mean to me" -i don't smoke by mitski

cw: bullying

Akaashi would know that face anywhere.

He could see it so clearly when he was ten, eyes squeezed shut, a small hand forcefully pushing his face into the mud, the metal temples of his glasses pressing harshly into his skin. Just as hard as her knee in his gut as she leaned her weight into him.

"Aww," she had cooed in faux concern, leaning down to taunt him, knee digging deeper into the soft skin of his side. "Are you gonna cry, Akaashi?"

He held his breath, and willed the moment to be over. He wanted to cry, but any show of weakness would make it worse. So he held his breath, and endured.

She would get bored soon enough, anyways.

And he could see her face as his mother bit down on her bottom lip, trying to hold back the watering in her eyes. Akaashi's eyesight kept involuntarily blurring, and his mother's features kept morphing into hers.

"I'm sorry," his mother had told him, as if it were her fault. "Some people have a lot of hate in their hearts, and they have to take it out on others. It doesn't mean you deserve it, Keiji. You don’t deserve it at all."

The last time he had seen her face was his middle school graduation. Akaashi kept looking at her. He didn't know why, she wasn't looking at him. She wasn't looking at anything but the ground.

But he kept looking. Akaashi was hoping she'd say something to him. He wasn't sure what. Maybe sorry. Maybe something nice. Maybe she would call him by his name and not make it sound so horrible, for once.

She didn't say anything, though. Not to anyone.

He thought about her all the time. Akaashi was never really sure why. It happened randomly, out of nowhere. He would be tossing up sets for Bokuto at practice and he would remember her face at graduation, cast down towards the ground. He would be falling asleep on the bus ride to a tournament, and the image of her face, contorted in hatred, would jolt him awake.

Sometimes, he would just think of her.

And he thought that would be it, forever. Just occasionally remembering the details of her face, the casual cruelty of her words, until the frequency of it slowed, and he forgot about her all together.

Until Bokuto wanted to introduce him to a friend. A new one. A pretty one. A girl.

It was at a house party. Kuroo's. A Friday, the twenty-second. Bokuto had grabbed him by the arm, and dragged him into the kitchen. "You're going to love her, man, she's so fun!"

Seeing her again was like getting pushed over a ledge. Akaashi recognized her at once, the second she turned on her heel at the calling of her name. Bokuto greeted her with a hug, lifting her feet off the ground and spinning her around three times before he placed her back down again.

He went through everything so quickly. The hurt and the anger and the indignation. It made him feel sick, how much she still looked the same. Older, but the same.

Akaashi couldn't say anything. He just looked at her, seeing that face for the first time in person since he was fifteen. He could tell she was drunk, from the slight heaviness in her eyes to the gentle sway of her movements.

She looked at him, and he thought that maybe, it shouldn't matter too much. That she should've had time to grow, by then. That maybe she wouldn't be the same.

She looked at him, and Akaashi felt nervous, and oddly hopeful. Would she say sorry? Would she say something nice? Would she say his name, and for the first time, not make it sound so awful?

She looked at him, and she blinked. "Wait, sorry, what's your name? I think I missed it."

Older, but still the same.

Akaashi, at the moment, didn't know what it was that came over him. Retrospectively, he recognizes it as hatred.

He didn't say anything. He couldn't. Akaashi just looked at Bokuto, and said, "I gotta go, sorry. "

His hands were shaking as he left, and he ignored the protests and the questionings at his sudden departure. His ears felt fuzzy, and he could taste bitterness on his tongue.

He hated her. Akaashi hated her. He would always, always hate her.

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[dreamsofalife]

Poor Molly and Sally, stuck with you as a mom. You can't even deal with the kids who are old enough to mostly handle themselves, let alone two young children

Oh, PISS OFF you halfwit fuckwit.

[hinamie]

completely innocuous vash sheet :) fr practice

[tubbytarchia]

To all the nosy neighbour enjoyers, thank you for being that. Anyway here's my propaganda!! Just some of my favorite moments tee hee

Sorry if my BigB looks weird (I tried really hard :( ) I'll pretend that that's intentional given my rabbit hybrid BigB thoughts under cut:

I made a little post about this before but basically BigB has such rabbit behavior:

1. Cannot help but keep burying himself underground like it's his natural habitat (seriously he comes back on ground to build a house on a mountain and then immediately makes an elaborate underground hideout again. Or how he built backrooms in SL and kept retreating there. Or how he was literally underground when he ran into Pearl, for Pearl to inform him that it was night time and BigB immediately wanting to retreat back underground. Or how he was underground for almost the entire "red winter is coming" session. Or)

2. Often fidgety around others

3. Constantly cautious but doesn't let nervousness show if there is any

4. More prone to keeping distance and watching rather than engaging

Idk he is extremely prey animal behavior (positive, affectionate) and I can never see him as anything but a rabbit now. I considered giving him rabbit legs too but then I was like nah. Because I think him having weird rabbit posture in a mostly human body contributes some inherent awkwardness and a bit of uncannines (fitting with his gaslighting tendencies). After all he's kind of out of his element above ground (or that's how he acts!) and that's when people are going to be seeing him. But just you wait till he stands tall for a change to tell someone off (like Cleo in SL or Scott in LimL). And with such posture, he inadvertently makes himself look smaller, which certainly would help him weasel his way out of undesired situations like he often does, eg by talking people into pitying him to save himself from dying. I'd also like to imagine him to be smart enough to manipulate his rabbit ears to not betray how he's feeling or to make others think he's feeling a certain way, unless he feels particularly threatened or something. That's maybe half the appeal of animal ears to me, that they can be an added tool for emoting, but a hybrid moving them in deliberate ways is a fun concept!

Oh and he has caving boots!!

I do kind of seethingly hate how he looks with his ears drawn back but I did the best I could. I really hate having human ears in addition to animal ears personally, but if I put his ears any further up where they'd look cuter (Pearl's antennae for comparision) it'll look really weird. Aghh whatever he's supposed to be awkward so whatever please ignore it Im going to cry

Also if you think the old design is cuter, it's almost certainly because of the lesser facial hair lol trust me!! And I changed the curly hair to be a bit less curly in likeness to Lee from Walking Dead because I did not realize that BigB's skin is basically that and I couldn't help myself. I was overall really unhappy with my old BigB design so yay for redesign. I swear its not just animal features that make things interesting for me...... maybe somewhat....

[wilcze-kudly]

Honestly if I hear the phrase "Suyin sliced Lin's face open" one more time I'm gonna throw hands. Y'all are talking as if she held Lin down and cut her face open with a fucking scalpel what is wrong with you.

Like, I know that I'm overreacting but it's just so... gross how people take a very complex family dynamic and try to shove characters into rigid "bad guy" and "victim" boxes.

Certain parts of the LOK fandom gaslighting itself into thinking Su Yin intentionally scarred Lin with her own cable (that was flying out of control) and that she never even tried to apologize (despite the the show explicitly saying she did so multiple times over the course of several years, and then also having her apologize on screen on top of that) needs to be studied because this is getting actually bonkers what show did y’all watch

[shierak-inavva]

soooooooooooo i started watching x men 97 recently 🤡💦

[langernameohnebedeutung]

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[quinns-art-box]

(late) for gonta week day 3: friendship/promise!! because i am biased towards my faves i think about gonta and kaede postgame friendship often…. they both promised to end it, promised to keep everyone safe, but at least for now they can promise to be there for each other (and to get some rest)

plus more friends yayyyy i want them to hang out!!!

@gontagokuhara-week

[second-wife-playbook]

It was almost enough to distract her from the task at hand. A nameless god....at what point did one get used to being called by title rather than by name?

But when the door swung open, she decided to put it out of her mind. It's not like I would know. She resigned herself to the mystery. I wasn't even born then.

Gathering the hem of the cloak, she reentered and curtsied before the throne. "I...I think I picked something good." She held it out to him. "It's a comedy by Mark Twain. It's...rather interesting so I thought I might read for a few hours."

She was not accustomed to talking for so long, but it wasn't unusual to pass the time that way. Sometimes poets or singers came to Goetic Assemblies and did it for the entire event.

@helluvaoutlaw

Coronis had always wanted to come to Wrath. To visit. Wrath was a wilderness with a capital W. The desert that stretched off into the horizon, it's many suns and volcanoes, and it's people...wily, strong, and with quickfire tempers. She had seen it replicated on TV, with adventures in the lawless lands, cowboys and the like.

Well this was an example of; be careful what you wish for.

The transport going through the desert likely boasted some stunning views, but Coronis wasn't seeing any of them. She felt out of place, paralyzed with terror. Her high-society gown was completely unsuitable to the rough terrain, and every time the vehicle jostled over the rough robe, she felt her breathe catch and her pulse quicken.

Andrealphus looked unconcerned. Why should he? He wasn't the one about to become a meal.

"You're so overdramatic. It could always be worse." That was what he said. That was the fucking audacity the Marquis had when Coronis was strong-armed to the ground, hands and feet tied and the horrors explained. "You will be remembered as an exalted martyr, and spare the family a terrible fate. What more could a noble want, really?"

To live, goddammit! To actually live, and not get eaten by a fucking snake-god!!!

Cori had tried to protest. But apparently such attempts at mercy were unpalatable to the ears of her brother and her fated executioner. A simple gesture was all that was needed to tape her beak shut, unable to make a peep aside from muffled whimpers and cries. She wasn't even given the courtesy of knowing what she was being sacrificed for.

The convoy stopped outside of a volcano. A lone cave awaited, with a rough looking imp in a robe bearing a serpent with terrifying eyes. He looked displeased to see the Marquis and Coronis, but nonetheless gestured to a lone minecart. "This will take her right down." He explained gruffly. "Beware Goetia. The Great Destroyer does not take pleasure in meager offerings."

"Rest assured, my heart breaks to see her go-" Andrealphus had said with a long-suffering moan, wrapping an arm around Cori's shoulders, even as she wriggled to break free. "-and I will mourn her passing every day for as long as I live."

A very scripted, very insincere answer. The imp must have sensed it...but didn't question it. "Right. Down she goes."

Andrealphus had brought two large hellhounds for security...and a sack. Coronis fought to break free as hard as she could, but she was being wrangled in with the ease of manhandling a baby chick. The Marquis gave her a last long look.

"I will miss you, you know." He said. Trying for once, to actually sound as if he meant it. "There will never be a soul as easy and soft as you."

Don't! Don't! Coronis begged with all her might, trying to plead with her eyes. Please, please, I don't want to die!!

But as she was dropped into the minecart, everything went very dark. There was a moment's stillness, and then a jolt as the cart went sailing, the sound of the wind whipping past and a heavy dip-

And Coronis entered Wrath's underworld.

______

C'mon, c'mon! Get these stupid things offa me!

The cart whistled down the track at speeds Coronis could only imagine. But within the sack she was trapped it, she pushed her arms around her back legs as far as they would reach until they were capable of being severed by her talons...as fast as she could anyway. It was slow work, and each second felt like it was passing at breakneck speeds.

I-I have to get out! I'll be killed if I don't get out! What would happen should she escape the sack, much less the cart, she had no idea. Run away and join a rodeo? Become an itinerant wanderer in the desert? Turn into a cave dweller?! That could all wait until the ropes-

Snap.

To her great relief, her hands were freed. She tugged and tore at the ropes binding her feet, then clawed at the tape that kept her beak shut, shredding it off. "I gotta get outta here!"

CLANG!

The cart stopped so short that the sack...and all it's contents, rolled out. Coronis yelped in surprise and pain, bruised by the rough landing. She frantically felt for the opening, pulling it open as fast as she could-

Only to wish she had stayed in the sack.

[a-skirmish-of-wit]

This cracked me up the way she's reaching for a reason to hate this poor lad she's never even met. He's an unfaithful close friend? For having feelings for Pin?

Kind of brutal but also Anin, girlie - what would that make you?? have you considered this?? lmao

She wasn't just petty in this scene, she was visibly locked in and fully focused on trash talking these men she doesn't know. Excellent, no notes

[metacrisisdoctor]

DOCTOR WHO | 2.02