#fuck this absolute bullshit

[6flyingosprey6]

FUCK WRITING DIALOUGE FUCK WRITING BACK AND FORTH CONVERSATIONS WHY CAN'T EVERYTHING JUST BE DESCRIPTIONS AND MONOLOUGES AND INNER THOUGHTS

i am making amazing progress with my fanfic

[asteracaea]

the scariest decorations i've seen in ohio this october have been the vote no on issue 1 signs in people's yards

[problemnyatic]

Yeah yeah linux having problems is a big joke but honestly have you considered that linux wouldn't run like shit if it didn't have to reverse engineer byzantine proprietary drivers and hardware architecture and deliberately hostile BIOS firmware and one thousand other things that exist solely to force everything that isn't a corporate OS to suffer miserably on every computer ever

[normalfem]

HELLO??????

[cheecats]

In light of how grossly disrespectful and dismissive some (not all) DC voters have been, here is something for a lovely lady who deserved better. [X]

[demadogs]

some of you need to hate ai way more than you currently do

[mxtxfanatic]

“Tgcf is like the trolley problem except it’s Xie Lian’s fault that everyone dies because he wants to stop the trolley.” No, Tgcf is “like” the trolley problem if the problem was that every time Xie Lian attempted to stop a trolley, the trolley owner builds another trolley and sends it hurtling down another track to mass murder another set of people to prove to Xie Lian that the only “reasonable” response to witnessing mass death occurring is to stand to the side to watch the trolley kill the people you think least deserving of life, maybe while asking the trolley driver—who wants to kill—to slow down a little (but only maybe). In that regard, the op of that wretched take and the trolley owner seem to be on the same wavelength.

[keepthedelta]

absolutely insane that formula one can invite a racist, misogynist, known rapist and convicted felon who attempted to overthrow so-called american democracy by sending an armed mob to the capitol to their races and insist that he be treated with respect but also want to punish their drivers for swearing on the radio even though it's bleeped for broadcast. actual lunacy

[stars-n-kites]

im honestly really loving how much the taz abnimals episodes feel like a cartoon show. like so much of the pacing, tropes, humor, are so true to kids action cartoons, which makes it extremely fucking funny to me when the pcs come in with the absolute clownshoes energy they possess and barely manage to stumble their way through typical action cartoon shenanigans

[skateboardtotheheart]

netflix is the worst and i am greatly upset and i know that you all are too, so have this cute little thing i wrote a while back and finished this morning to help cheer you up

just a sweet little moment between the boys while their not on a case <3

crossposted to ao3 here

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For the Rest of Our Afterlives

When Edwin turned to look at Charles, the other was already looking at him, a smile playing on his lips. 

Edwin furrowed his brow. 

"What?" he questioned, shifting in his desk chair, sitting up a little straighter. But Charles just smiled wider in response, scooching from his usual spot on the edge of the desk so he was closer to Edwin. 

Edwin swallowed as Charles leaned in, that ridiculous, gorgeous smile getting closer to him. Edwin bit his lip, trying to hide his own smile that was growing to match. 

"Stop that," he mumbled. 

Charles had one hand resting on the opposite side of the desk from where he was sitting, supporting himself as he was now leaned so far into Edwin's space their faces were only inches apart. Charles only raised an expectant eyebrow in response to Edwin's weak, non-committal protest, fully aware of the way Edwin so easily melted under that gaze of his. Fully aware of how convincing his smile truly was.

"I cannot stand you," Edwin claimed, even as he leaned in as well, letting his smile show. Charles let out a laugh, and the last thing Edwin saw was Charles smug look before he gave in, closing his eyes as he pressed their lips together. He could feel the way Charles was smiling against his mouth, struggling to maintain the kiss. Still, as it always was, it was perfect to Edwin. 

"Can't stand me, then?" Charles teased when they separated again, using his free hand to brush some strands of hair off Edwin's forehead. 

When the two of them pulled apart, Charles smug look had been replaced with something so much softer, fonder. It was a look Edwin knew would have had his heart beating out of his chest were he still alive. One he still couldn't quite believe was directed at him- couldn't believe that Charles was giving him. Yet here they were, sat in the office of their detective agency, and Charles Rowland, his dearest friend and most important person in the world to him, was looking at him with more love in his eyes than Edwin could ever know what to do with. Instead, he simply leaned forward again, stealing another short, sweet kiss from his partner's lips. 

"Correct," Edwin claimed through another kiss, smiling as Charles bumped their noses together. 

"See, I'm thinking something different, yeah?" 

The smug look was coming back, but Edwin couldn't bring himself to be bothered by it, resting his hand on the arm Charles had supporting himself, playing with the bracelets on his wrist and relishing in the way Charles shivered at the feeling of Edwin's fingertips lightly tracing over his skin. 

"And what would that be, Detective Rowland?" 

Charles turned his hand over, clasping his with Edwin's as he sat straight up again to prevent himself from falling over. Perhaps instinctually, Edwin rolled his chair ever so slightly to follow Charles' movement, staying right in the other boy's orbit.

"I think," Charles began with a smirk, raising Edwin's hand to press a kiss to his knuckles, "that you like me." 

Edwin pursed his lips in effort to hide his smile. "Now I have no idea where you may have ever gotten an impression like that." 

"Yeah?" Charles asked smugly.

Edwin hummed, "Truly. Can't stand the sight of you. Leave now, before I. . ."

Whatever he'd planned to end his sentence with-  some empty threat that probably would have had Charles laughing- was lost to the universe as Charles kissed his knuckles again, his palms cradling Edwin's hand so gently, so reverently. He touched and looked at Edwin as though there was nothing more important in the world.

"Before what?" Charles prompted, his voice low and sweet as he hold Edwin's hand to him, tucking their joint palms against his chest, right where his heart would've beat. 

"Before I. . ." Edwin sighed out, an end to his threat still lost somewhere, escaping him. Truly, only Charles Rowland could make him lose his words, his every thought. Edwin stood from his chair, moving closer as Charles instinctively shifted his legs to allow Edwin to step into the space between them. 

"Before I fall in love with you, and remain that way for the course of the rest of our afterlives - for forever." 

The joy that shone on Charles' face was unmatchable. It seeped from his skin, bones, and very soul, filling the room around them and engulfing Edwin. He'd do anything to keep that look on Charles forever.

"Bit late for that, innit?" Charles inquired softly, still playing along with their little game. "I seem to remember something about some stairs."

Edwin huffed out a laugh. 

"Right. Well, then, I suppose it is already too late. You have bewitched me body and soul."

Charles had always, for as long as they'd known each other, loved listening to Edwin read to him. Nearly anything they could get their hands on. Jane Austen had always been a favorite of Charles, though he knows the boy would never admit it. Recently, Niko had shown them the films based off of her works - Charles had loved those just as much.

"And I love, I love, I love you," Charles finished happily, and Edwin gave a pleased hum.

"I love you, my dear Charles. . . Even when you do distract me from my work." 

A laugh burst from Charles as he gave a squeeze to Edwin's hand.

"Pretty sure looking into the magical properties and medicinal effects of. . . whatever plant it was can wait."

"Crystal wanted-"

"Crystal was asking an open question just out of curiosity. You're the one turning it into a research project."

Edwin frowned for a moment, looking down at the books on his desk. 

"Hey," Charles interrupted any thoughts jumping to his mind, squeezing his hand again."I'm not saying don't do it. It's properly sweet of you and she'll appreciate it. I'm just saying, maybe Crystal doesn't need an answer today, yeah?" 

Edwin hummed, "I do suppose you're right."

Charles let out a pleased sound, "I usually am, mate."

Edwin didn't bother even responding to that.

"Now come on. I wanna lay on the sofa and love you for the course of the rest of our afterlives."

Edwin let out a laugh, allowing himself to be pulled away from his desk and towards the little sofa in their office. Charles truly was right - when he had the love of his afterlife looking at him like that, everything else could wait.

[fuckyeahisawthat]

Paul/Chani battle couple falling in love while fighting side by side in a guerrilla war for national liberation felt like a gift to me personally for many reasons but mostly because comrades-to-lovers is SUCH a specific vibe and putting Paul Atreides into that dynamic is so so so so funny

[r3v0lver-0c3lot]

the son from hlm & fifteen from katana zero are besties fr

[sforzesco]

The great general remained, and then saw a wonderful vision clearly shown him by the very God of the universe himself. In it he seemed to see the divine Meletius, chief of the church of the Antiochenes, investing him with an imperial robe, and covering his head with an imperial crown. The morning after the night in which he had seen the vision he told it to one of his intimate friends, who pointed out that the dream was plain and had nothing obscure or ambiguous about it.

Theodoret Ecclesiastical History 5.6

wahoo! Theodosius! so a repeating phrase in the gospel of Luke is 'do not be afraid,' but specifically: I'm most immediately referencing the annunciation of the shepherds (Luke 2:10) because I used this illustration for the last panel since it. sort of. connects to Valens, Theodosius' predecessor, who went from commoner to king at the will of his older brother. HOWEVER. because of that transformation. I cannot escape the 'do not be afraid' just a chapter before (Luke 1:30) that Gabriel gives to Mary because ascension to the imperial throne is an ugly, violent, and violating transformation. and. well.

Gabriel’s Entrance and Biblical Violence in Luke’s Annunciation Narrative, Michael Pope

also in general. prophetic dreams and visions. horrifying. it never goes well for anyone.

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[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Angel: *gazing lovingly at Husk* He could kill me, and I'd thank him.

Cherri: *who has heard this for the millionth time* I'd thank him too

[t-rina]

Surely you know I would never allow personal considerations to interfere with my professional responsibilities.

[svtskneecaps]

see everyone worried and fretted and panicked and yet quesadilla island looked at pepito and went