#embrace the suffering

[meyerlansky]

tags on that one eddie gifset fall into two categories: people who are NOT on the wavelength i was on when i made it

and people who 100% are

[lukeqatwalker]

queerbaiting leads to yearning

yearning leads to fanfiction

fanfiction leads to ... suffering

queerbaiting is good because the yearning is always better than the having

[fascinationstreetmp3]

i need daniel to be overcompensating for his insecurities so bad. 100 times more cocky and rude and aggressive and insensitive than he was as a human, falling back into old dangerous habits and vices, not just because now he has new energy and power and wealth to flaunt but because it's ALL he has, and he needs to cling onto it. play it up and revel in it so no one sees that underneath, he feels like a botched fledgling in the body of a sick, faded old man who maybe has no real idea why he was even made. that armand might think he failed in making him. that his maker didn't even really want him.

[raepliica]

h/c vashwood on the brain again

[swedenis-h]

Phoenix Tatooine day trip Goes Wrong™️ (X)

This is a little idea where Luke needs something (don’t ask me what) that he can only get on tatooine, so dinluke adventure ensues. The plan is to get there and leave ASAP, but then nostalgia hits and he needs to hit every shop and place he used to as a kid. But you know, “college kids comes back to hometown” syndrome hits and he realizes he’s changed too much. Think of how the holiday season doesn’t feel the same anymore now that you’re an adult, same feeling. AND YES ITS ALSO DUNLUKE BECAUSE I WANT THEM TO KISS AND TALK ABOUT THEIR FEELINGS AND ALSO KISS.

Heres some extras 🫡

[hardoncaulfield]

the year after your master's degree is dredging the pit, it's a posthumous existance, it's a daily new degree of monotonous agony, anyone who's done a master's knows this, it's a truth universally acknowledged that any post-grad in possession of a master's degree must be in want of anything to take the edge off for the love of god

[alicentflorent]

I didn’t sit here for years tryna stay calm and silent while listening to your bad takes on gale (who grew up oppressed, in poverty and then witnessed his entire district getting wiped out then rightly went to fight in the rebellion because it was his inlg chance of tearing down the system the wanted him and his family dead) being a “terrorist war criminal who is single handedly responsible for killing innocent people including prim and who is the REAL villain of the hunger games” just for y’all to turn and start stanning and defending actual facist dictator and child trafficker Coriolanus Snow because you saw a young hot version of him.

[sangrefae]

just two little guys burdened with the weight of an impossible task borne by their paternal figure's deepest fears, eventually leading to them being corrupted by the pressure of those expectations ❤️

[akkivee]

[astrarche-x]

thinking once again about how the thesis statement of Radiant Emperor is the buddhist principle that all suffering is caused by desire and uhhh. Zhu doesn't want to let go of her desire so she embraces the suffering, versus Ouyang who tries to get rid of the desire and minimize the suffering

[shieldmaiden19]

The Bridgerton boys really are all hoes.

Anthony - the ‘so intense it makes him stupid’ hoe

Benedict - the ‘hoe for a good cause’

Colin - the ‘self-absorbed, dumb of ass’ hoe

[thesunlikehoney]

Seeing some pretty gross posts about Miguel, and... It's actually pretty important that Miles, an Afrolatino character, is both making friends with the younger generation of POC and in direct conflict with the older generation of POC. Like yeah Gwen and Peter B. are still important figures in his life for good and now also bad reasons, but it is Miguel and Jessica who he has an ideological conflict with. It is Hobie who in some ways takes over as a mentor and guide. Margo helps him escape. Pavitr is someone Miles himself helps and gives advice to. The antagonist is not Latino because they wanted to use stereotype shorthand to make everyone understand how dangerous he is, he is Latino because Miles is Latino. And surprise surprise this movie has a lot to say about-- not generational trauma per say, but community trauma. About what happens when shared trauma starts to define the boundaries of who is and who isn't a member of your community, rather than shared passions and shared dreams and shared missions.

[fruittarts-with-rosepetals]

i want someone to mai and zuko like this

[myremnantarmy]

Our sanctification is tied to the Cross, because it is impossible to be holy without being on the cross. Purity of life is in the cross, all virtues are in the cross, deep humility is in the cross. Holy annihilation is in the cross; death is in the cross and even there you meet life.

Or precious cross, or very adorable cross, that mortifies, enlivens, sanctifies! Powerful cross that has the grace to make saints, to convert sinners, to one word to consume souls in the love of Jesus. What soul would want to be without a cross, knowing its excellence? A soul that doesn’t want the cross has to give up salvation, because it’s found only in the cross. This name of the Cross is so lovely to the souls that live by grace, that they carry it engraved in their hearts and, if they let themselves live without the cross, they would be terribly crucified of not being on the cross. We follow these great souls, even if from afar, but according to our strength and ability that Jesus puts in us.

If you do not have such a great love for the cross, at least do not have remorse; for it is the treasure our Lord possessed on earth and left as an inheritance to his elect. If we abandon our part, we give up our eternal happiness. So I love you in the cross and in the love of the cross I embrace you, clinging to it with Jesus, and offering you as a sacrifice to be united and consumed on the cross. I leave you there without parting from you.

(Mother Catherine Mectilde de Bar, from "The Taste of God, Spiritual Writings 1652-1675")

[tremastersweb]

To both of their surprise, and horror, his hand slipped into the Magister's face, and in that one moment, time seemed to slow, as their conscious thought, and to a point, their bodies merged into one.

There was no Master, no Magister, only them Magister.

Right, right, wrong, no VERY right!

Gone, gone, gone, gone, mind so clear, thoughts and memories twisting and colliding together, one person, always had been.

The Magister was a fragment of the Master, of course he b̴̟̣͈͑̀͘e̵̟̤͝ĺ̶̛��̧̪̮̤͐̈́o̸̬͓̦̖͛̌̽ǹ̴̬̒́͂͜g̶̖̲͚͍̏̄̂̈́̚͜ë̶̢̲̯̯̂͠d̵̡̟̮̠̅̀͝ ̴̧̼́͋͐́t̴̤͖̾̏̆ŏ̷̦͎̿ ̴̻̋̈́͝ͅh̴̺̆͗͐̕͝i̷̧̘̾͊̏m̴̩̞̳̥͠͝.̶̧̢̖̜̤̋

If their mind was so CLEAR like this, how would it be to absorb the rest of his fragments?

The Magister, he had been missing kdk ?!L( /a x:jj, R\ f<j30~R, #w B̷̻̎̌̿͝Ë̵̛̹́̚ ̷̡͉̞̽C̴̡͉̗͆͊́͘͝Ó̵̡̨̟̰͚R̵̺̾̔̈̚͝R̵͙̦̣̐͌̒Ę̴̱̜̠̆̀C̷̘̞͈̈́̑̈͜T̶͔̏͛̍̄̚.̸͕̼͍̹̹̎̔̏̉.

Too much THEM for the drums to Ẻ̶̬̞͐X̸̙̮̅̾͛̽̔I̸̢͎̣̚S̵̩̎̋̎̈́Ṯ̶̥͇̞̹̓̃̽͑͝ BLESSED SILENCE.

And then the moment passed as the Master's hand slipped out of his face, and the Magister fell backwards out of his seat in shock, before getting up and darting towards the sink, not knowing if he needed to throw up, but not quite making it as his body shuddered, glitching out much like a broken image file, then falling, collapsing onto the floor, completely unconscious.

-The Magister (@themagisterprotocol)

...Laughter, genuine, ecstatic, echoing across the corridors as he fell to his knees, overwhelmed with rapture. Ohh, what'd just happen? He took a moment to sort out his emotions, observing the other as he collapsed.

Of course, it was obvious.

He was his to claim. He had earned this, after all!

He crawled towards the fainted body, not touching, but merely contemplating. It was very tempting, oh yes, the sheer quietness he had long forgotten, the absolute power he had felt just at the grip of his fingertips. Only... his entire existence at stake. He frowned as the drums soon came back pounding louder than ever, louder, louder,

louder,

LOUDER.

His body had taken quite the strain from this glorious event. He felt his grip on his balance weaken, his legs ache with pain, if he just let himself fall to gravity he might as well completely absorb his counterpart. He did not fight it. He let himself go-

A pair of familiar arms prevented his fatal error.

"What do you think you're doing!? Fighting the Magister? You know what will happen to you if you give into the virus!"

The Doctor turned the feline's weakened body around towards him, noticing the tail that had just grown on him.

"Doctor..........Doctor. It was quiet. There was silence. They were. Ugh. Shut up. They were finally gone..."

He was panting, the virus still active, dancing to the tune of the drums in his head, in his body, well not his precisely.

"What...do you mean...? What happened here?"

The blond Time Lord looked over at the Magister. He wasn't moving, he wasn't responding. Panicked, he shoved the Master aside and quickly ran to check his pulse.

Alive.

He sighed in relief. He was not quite sure whether a fragment would have the capacity to regenerate. He turned his head to look at the Master, a bit too late, as with all his will he firmly grabbed him by the collar and forced him away.

"Ohhh no, my dear Doctor... He belongs to me. You're not ruining this for me now, are you...?"

"Oh for- VERA!!!"

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

Does anyone wanna talk about Anne canonically getting grey hairs and having hallucinations when she's under extreme stress? Does anyone wanna talk about Anne hallucinating Marcy when she's on Earth, before going back? About her hallucinating Sprig and Polly and Hop Pop during college? Her mom helping her dye her roots because she gets grey hairs too?