#don’t know if that hurts more though?

[lotus-piers]

jiang cheng lovers let me give u all a (consensual) kiss on the forehead

[lulu2992]

When I saw John’s death scene again in my second Far Cry 5 playthrough, I suddenly wondered if it was really the Deputy who ripped the key off his neck… or if John did it himself.

The more I look at this, the more uncertain I am about whose arm makes the other’s move:

I always thought the Deputy simply had had enough of John trying to convince them they’re wrong and had decided to cut him short by violently taking his key, but maybe it’s actually John who made them do it as if to say, “You want this? Take it, then! See what happens!”

I’m probably imagining things and the Deputy really just eventually managed to take John’s key despite him trying to hold them back (which seems to make more sense because he then looks genuinely sad and prays for the salvation of their soul), but I suppose it’s not impossible he used his last strength to angrily “give” it to them by pushing their arm away from him.

[sleepyskeleton-0]

“Wind? Is everything okay?” a voice called softly.

“Yeah.”

“May I come in?”

“Sure.”

Time slowly opened the door to the sailor’s room. It was dark, the curtains hadn’t been closed and the sun’s setting rays cast a dim orange glow on the old furniture.

Wind sat on his knees with his back turned, hunched over. His body was still, but every now and then the sound of a droplet could be heard hitting the wooden floor.

“Can I sit next to you?”

“Okay.”

There was no tremor in his youthful voice, no indication that anything was wrong to anyone passing by. But Time wasn’t just anyone.

It broke the man’s heart, hearing the voice of a child so full of life and joy sound so flat, so monotone.

But this wasn't the first time he’d been like this.

Adults would normally chalk it up to ‘puberty’ and ‘hormones’. “He’s just going through what all young boys go through at this age” they’d say. They were wrong.

Time sat on the floor next to Wind, pulling him in close.

“I’m alright, I promise.”

Nothing was said in response.

Wind was calm. His face, unusually unanimated, hadn’t even a frown.

They sat there, long enough for the sun to fully set. The droplets continued to hit the floor.

“It’s okay to hurt, you have big brothers to take care of you now. You’re not alone anymore” Time whispered and pressed a kiss to Wind’s golden curls.

Then something broke.

*

The others sat in the living room silently.

The sobs that echoed downstairs were soul crushing.

[flowercrowngods]

making a real post for @rvspecter pls bear with me

anyway harvey hurt fic where after mike is busted and given a second chance at life (or a third, really) and pearson specter litt seizes the chance to instate a pro bono department mike is heading because he wants to get it right this time and harvey will do just about anything to keep him, these two men finally mention this Thing between them and decide to give it a try. and it’s good. it’s fragile and it’s tentative and it’s gentle and it’s the same as it’s always been but with more tenderness, more honesty, more vulnerability (and more sex of course) and it’s good. against all odds, it’s so good.

but then one day, long after hours, donna approaches harvey in his office and her eyes are shining, but it’s not a glow harvey is used to — he never wants to get used to donna’s eyes filled with tears so he asks her what’s wrong, but he’s not ready for the answer. because she tells him she can’t work for him anymore. she tells him she’s leaving him — to work for louis at first, maybe to quit altogether. the fact do the matter is she can’t be the Donna to his Harvey anymore because she’s in love with him and she thought she had it under control but she doesn’t, okay, she doesn’t and it hurts and she wants to be happy for him and mike because they’re so good but all this time she’d never thought that harvey would ever find someone real, and now that he has, well. she can’t pretend anymore that it doesn’t tear her up inside and she doesn’t want to put that on any of them so she’s doing the mature thing and leaving. to heal. to get over him. to come back stronger.

and she’s so, so sorry.

they listen to gordon one last time, they toast to thirteen years one last time — her words, not his, but they drive a knife into his heart nonetheless because harvey doesn’t do one last-anything and yet here sits his best friend and asks for one last night together and who is he but to give her everything she wants and more. she’s his donna — still, tonight; one last night. she is.

he doesn’t tell mike that night. couldn’t, even if he wanted to; because he doesn’t have the words. but in the secure hold of mike’s arms, he says “donna won’t be working for me anymore, starting tomorrow.” and he doesn’t mention how that means that donna went to jessica and louis first, he doesn’t mention that he was the last to know, he doesn’t explain how he wasn’t given a chance to fix this — not this time. “donna quit?” mike asks, and harvey swallows, shakes his head, shrugs. “just me,” he says. “just me.” and when mike pulls him closer and holds him tighter and tells him “i’m so sorry, harvey,” it’s the first i’m sorry that night that he believes.

unfortunately, sorry never fixed anything.

especially when soon after, mike finds out just why donna left. and he gets all up in his head about it, he allows himself to spiral because he’s so ready to succumb to tunnel vision and obsessing over solutions to problems that aren’t his to fix. and so he tells harvey that he can’t be the thing that comes between him and donna. they’re soulmates after all, mike can’t bear to be the one to sever their bond. harvey doesn’t understand. he’s the one who’s supposed to lose his mind over having lost his best friend and pretend like everything is okay, what right does mike have to make that about himself, to take it upon himself to fix everything when harvey’s the fixer, harvey is the one who solves problems and protects people. but mike won’t hear any of that and tells harvey that he can’t do it like this if it means hurting donna because she’s his best friend, too, and he wants to get it right this time. he doesn’t want to build this new life on decisions that hurt his people — not again. he’s hurt enough people, he can’t keep doing it.

harvey wants to ask him why he’s always so ready to protect everyone at his expense. isn’t this thing between them, their relationship, isn’t it meant to stop them from hurting each other? why is it okay to hurt harvey, but not to hurt donna?

he doesn’t ask any of that, only tells him that they’re not in high school, and that they’re either doing this or not, but he refuses to base their relationship on whether or not his best friend is okay with seeing him happy or not. “you’re either in this with me, mike, or you’re out. that hasn’t changed, and it won’t, because donna will get over it and everything will be back to normal before you know it.”

“you don’t know that.”

“yes i do, because we’re grown-ups and we get over things.”

famous last words, it turns out, because mike just slowly shakes his head, agonising over this and not thinking, clearly not thinking when he says, “i’m sorry, harvey. i can’t to this; not like this.”

and all he can do is watch mike’s back as he all but runs from him, dragging his heart behind him, through the dirt, uncaring as bits and pieces of it chip off with every step mike takes, with every second that passes and allows the words i can’t and i’m sorry, harvey echo in the hollow of his chest.

we’re grown-ups. we get over things. well, tough fucking luck.

and this is how harvey loses the two most important people in his life in the matter of a week. before he knows it, he’s alone, left to fend for himself and hollowed out. his walls are broken down, deconstructed piece by piece by carefully, gentle hands to reveal what’s underneath — only for the hands to retreat, letting in the icy cold and accepting what’s inside to wither and die.

there’s a reason harvey specter makes his own luck; the universe isn’t very forthcoming otherwise. a fact that is proven when he finds a stranger outside his building when all he wants is to curl up and breathe through the cracks of his broken hearts that have pierced his lungs, they must have, surely they must have, because he can’t breathe. and he doesn’t learn how to breathe again when the woman — a kid, really, merely twenty-five — reveals that she’s his half sister. because it turns out the reason lily specter was so ready to up and leave all those years ago; the reason she didn’t fight for her family and instead blamed it all on harvey, was because she was pregnant. and she lied about it — for twenty-six years.

amelia selene specter is the little sister harvey has always wished for — but cancer is a curse that rests on the specter family, and while marcus got lucky twice, selene isn’t. she didn’t have the money for medical resources, and it’s eating harvey alive that he didn’t know, that there was no way for him to help her and that there’s no way now.

but there is. because selene has two kids, seven and four, and she needs his help because they can’t get lost in the system, they can’t live with total strangers or be separated because the system doesn’t actually care about children, they only care about not feeling guilty. and she won’t ask lily. these two angels must be kept from her at all costs because she ruined two families already, she won’t ruin this one.

and harvey is obsessed with the thought of more family, he needs to take care of and be there for someone and he’s ready to take on the world to protect his niece and nephew — but he’s not warm, he’s not available, he’s not even at home most of the time, nor is his place suitable for kids.

he agrees to take them in and find a solution though. he promises selene that he’ll be there for them. he’ll always be there. and when he gets to meet them — a few days before his sister dies way too young, way too alive for something like death to not rip him apart entirely — he gets attached instantly and vows to himself and to selene that nothing will happen to them as long as he’s there.

even though harvey just lost his family — the one he chose, the one he was born into, and the one he never got to meet. even though harvey’s entire world was deconstructed with no one around to put it back together. even though he doesn’t know how, because evidently he got it wrong every single time, harvey gets to build a new family with these kids. and though it tears him up inside, it heals something inside him too — and sometimes they balance each other out, and he can breathe again for just a little while as he reads to charlotte because she’s feisty and afraid of nightmares and not listening when he says she’ll be tired in the morning because “i’m tired in the morning anyway, but now i wanna read” and he trades her going to bed for a bedtime story, and she falls asleep with her face pressed into his side.

it’s so frail, though, so fragile, this little family, and he knows what it’s like when everything breaks. he knows what it’s like to lose one’s family — over and over and over again. and he’s terrified that he’s building himself back up the wrong way. he’s terrified because there’s no one keeping him together but both his hands are occupied holding these children that cry for their mama.

he’s terrified because he’s not supposed to be doing this alone. but everyone else has made their choice and he, as always, is just there to bear the consequences and try to turn it into a win.

one day, he will. he has to. and one day, he’s not alone anymore.

[androidboy]

i think i’m gonna break up with my girlfriend :(

[bugeyedfreaks]

Here are those leaked Multiversus lines anon told me about (courtesy of @AusilMV on Twitter)!

…I really don’t like how some of the lines are written. But who am I to look a gift Powerpuff in the mouth (as the saying goes)? 😂 They are beautifully voiced by three of the best VAs in the world and I’m happy just to hear them. 🥰

[carma-tjol]

misc thoughts on the retcons

I can’t tell if the pacing is bad or if that’s just me getting disoriented by the past several months telling and retelling the same story.

While the fight between Flash and Sonic ended up more like the webcomic story wise, I didn’t enjoy it the same. The webcomic had a tension to it. It felt distinctly lonely and melancholy. But reading the manga redraws now, I feel kind of similar to how I did with the psychic sisters arc where it seemed like a “fixed” version of the webcomic?

Like, the story is still the same but the character dynamics are altered in a way that doesn’t make sense. They all get along a bit too well. Which would be fine if the story or enough dialogue was adjusted that it made sense, but that’s a step they skipped over.

For the retconned chapters, the emotion ONE and Murata were trying to communicate was different from the webcomic, but ultimately more successful for its place in the context of the manga. Between Flash and Sonic there was still pain and words left unspoken, just in a way that felt fitting. VS now it’s like they’re trying to communicate the webcomic tension but without any of the hard hitting moments where it felt like time slowed down that made the webcomic successful.

Anyways i know the arc isn’t done yet. There’s still time for it to pick up. I’m just feeing irritated and really don’t want to end up feeling more disappointed than I would otherwise because I have to compare whats now canon now vs what was retconned. (considering I liked the retconned version and felt it was successful to begin with 😭)

[leafatlaw]

Kab trying to be on her joker arc, when she should clearly be leaning into the Gwenpool angle, with her watching past lifesteal seasons

[itspileofgoodthings]

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[kirbyliker12]

This is the deepest I can delve into how I view them n their implications through imagery before it bcomes incomprehensibl 😙😙😙😙maybe I’ll do a tiny bit of elaborating in tags idk(this was mostly an excuse to practice drawing dranzas head)

[kitsune-kaos]

Personal/

I see the pics and vids in my camer roll of the dogs I’ve worked with who didn’t make it. I can’t watch them long without shutting off my emotions because I can’t handle how fucking sad I am. There are dogs that are just so full of love and can be so sweet and innocent and trust me so much. And I feel powerless to keep them safe. I wish the world was full of kinder, wiser, more patient people who would be able to give my babies the life they deserve. But because the world doesn’t work like that, my sweet angels get their life cut short. The best I can do for them is to be the one to euthanize them, or at least be that during it, so that they leave this plane with someone who loves them at their side as they take their last breath.

I miss their sweet kisses and the way they’d brighten up when they’d see me. I wish I could’ve done more for them.

[liam-bean]

💔

[jaevy]

your room was square

i once noticed from there

in your bed, as you slept

and i held my breath

everything had its own place

and i wondered what space would i take

in the order you kept

[salsflore]

⠀

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Just finished Reservoir Dogs, and I—

what— what… was that? [sigh] a chain of very intelligent decisions not influenced by emotion [c o U gh] deep, deep love at all oh god

I don’t even like crime moves and keep watching crime movies for the whump thinking the next one will be different— none of them ever are. They’re very well-done but awful at the same time, you know? I like grimdark but not this specific brand of realistic fiction grimdark. It’s not even cathartic (to me). No, it’s seven gigantic shots of depresso espresso injected into the bone marrow and idk how to feel about it, but one thing is for certain:

I am living for the White-Orange bromance… it was nice while it lasted djdjdjdnjdkdkdjdmsmmsls

[gotyouanyway]

if i knew for sure what’s specifically causing my chronic pain and if i knew for sure specifically what i should be doing to care for my joints and if i knew for sure that a wheelchair would help me more than it’d hurt/hinder me and if i knew for sure that i wasn’t imagining things or overreacting and if i