#he destroyed his cage

[lalalaugenbrot]

even if the spatort next week should be bad, i think the least it will maybe finally do is make people understand that leo is not actually this put together chill wholsome normal uwu guy he wants you to believe he is

[helga-grinduil]

KUROGIRI HAS EYES NOW!!!!!

[asymmetricalaromatic]

Viva la snorlax!

free him

[drenched-in-sunlight]

obsessed with the way in JP dialogue, Trina refers to Miquella as “that child” (あの子, also an endearment term to call someone who is your junior), as opposed to Malenia who refers to him as “big brother” (兄さま, ani-sama, a very respectful way to put it).

reminds me of Marika calling Radagon “leal hound”.

even though Marika went about it in an obviously much ruder way, Trina’s “that child” carries the same overbearing connotation. The godly female half that positions themselves as knowing better (and srl, they do) & trying to save their other half from their own folly.

It makes me wonder if somewhere along the way Miquella had grown bitter towards his own other self, who got to grow up, become a Saint and actually be able to save people and taken seriously without having to rely on charming power.

They are such parallel to Marika & Radagon in that I believe he loves her, but he can’t stand not being able to be her equal, always falling short and being talked down to.

Imo that’s why Miquella is close to his dad who shared the same pain, while Trina grew the flower bearing their mother’s name in her garden of purple.

[melondareaper]

Double posting because I can

Man children

[grimalkinmessor]

If I talk about Midoriya's internalized quirkism. If I SPEAK about Midoriya and All Might's mirrored internalized quirkism, upon which Midoriya's is based upon "logic and facts" and All Might's is based on his general self-loathing. If I say that neither of them know how to feel any sort of worth without being useful to the point of self-destruction—

[s0fter-sin]

it’s the sound that tips him off.

it’s late, half-past hell by his last count, and mactavish knows there shouldn’t be a single soul in the showers this time of night. though he’s sure if he asked, he’d be told a soul isn’t in there.

just a ghost.

he almost chokes on the thick steam filling the locker room; humid and hazy and the perfect cover. or it would be, if the man collapsed in the far stall cared about hiding.

mactavish hates himself a little for the low sigh that falls from his lips. he wishes he wasn't so disappointed; that the promises he's heard over and over and watched be broken as many times hadn't wedged their way into his heart and convinced him that maybe, maybe this could be the time it sticks.

he doesn't know what's worse; the disappointment or the lack of surprise.

he holds his breath through the steam and leans over the limp body; stinging hot water hitting his back, instantly soaking through his clothes and already starting to burn. he flicks the tap enough to take the bulk of the heat out and straightens; a groan startling out of the man beneath him at the sudden lash of tepid water.

mactavish crouches, knees clicking and hooks a hand under his bicep to pull him up straight against the wall. if there was any vomit on his skin, it's been washed away by the pelting stream and he supposes he can count himself lucky for that. he tilts his limp head back and slips his fingers into his mouth; holding down his tongue and ignores the way it lazily jolts under his fingers to check his airway.

clear.

another small victory.

mactavish pulls his fingers out and cups his chin, keeping him tilted up and moves in the way of the water again so he can pull at his eyelid.

the eye he's met with is cloudy, so dilated there's hardly a ring of blue left.

he sighs again; hand falling away and letting his eye fall shut. "god damnit, riley."

riley moans, all his weight resting on the hand holding his jaw.

"aye, 'm talking ‘bout you," he grunts tiredly.

he lets riley's head fall forward to grab his arm, pulling him away from the wall to sit behind him; propping his body up against his chest. he leans his head back over his shoulder, keeping his face out of the water and his airway open just in case he hasn't actually finished throwing up.

he takes the rag riley'd half-managed to soap up and mechanically runs it over him; cataloguing new bruises and cuts and checking if the old ones are healing. sickly yellow fingerprints ring his hips, red splotches paint his ribs; too new to have settled into the deep purple he knows they’ll become.

riley slowly makes more noise as he rubs life into his body; still lying limp against his front but his head's starting to roll restlessly on his shoulder. he swipes between his legs and carefully doesn't think a single thing about what he finds.

"sean?" he rasps and mactavish's hand stills; eyes falling shut. he bites his check, hand clenching around the rag tight enough to shake and breathes hard out his nose.

he doesn't say a word, just forces himself to go back to cleaning.

he's not sure what would come out of his mouth if he did.

riley isn't conscious enough to hear him anyway.

he runs his fingers over his inner elbows for tracks and manages to muster some relief when he doesn't find any. seems to be a pill and booze night; far from the worst condition he's found him in.

he rinses him off, running a curtesy hand over his shaved head only for it to fall back to his jaw; his thumb stroking over the thick scar carved into his cheek.

"you gotta stop doin' this," he whispers.

he isn’t sure if he’s talking to riley or himself.

mactavish gathers up riley's too-light body into his arms and turns off the shower. his head lolls into his throat and he throws a towel over his dripping body and another over his shoulder. it doesn't stop him from tracking water all the way to his quarters but he'd like to see someone try to put in a complaint about it.

he lays out the other towel on the bed and sets riley down; moving his body into the recovery position in an all-too familiar routine. he dries him enough that he won't soak the covers as he pulls them up to his chest and kicks the waste bin within grabbing distance of the bed.

he goes to pull off his sodden clothes when a different noise makes him freeze.

a low sniffle.

mactavish slowly turns back to the bed to find riley's eyes squinting open; glazed with tears as he kneads at the covers.

he stares at him for a moment as he looks around the room and those hazy eyes lock on him for the first time. "cap'n?"

he swallows. "aye; s'just me, riley."

his hand pokes out from under the covers and for all the promises he's made himself - all the “never again”s and “this is the last time”s - at the end of the day, he's weak.

he sits on the side of the bed and takes riley's hand in his; already so cold after nearly boiling himself alive.

"y' mad a' me?" he sniffs.

mactavish runs his tongue over his lip and slowly shakes his head. "no, i'm not mad at you."

"prom'se?" he pushes.

he reaches out and caresses his temple with his thumb. his hand almost covers his head and it cuts like a knife to remember just how small riley is. "aye," he says, hushed. "i promise."

riley's eyes fall shut, voicelessly murmuring 'promise’ to himself over and over.

"I’ll ge’ bett'r," he slurs and between one breath and the next, he's out.

mactavish sighs, running his hand in a final pass over his head and stares at a face that looks so much younger in sleep; bruised and sallow skin hidden in the shadows. "i know you will."

he presses a slow kiss to his forehead, shutting his eyes against the grief that wells in his heart and gets up to pull a chair over to the bed; settling in for another long night's vigil of watching his broken lieutenant sleep, ready to tilt him over if he throws up, eyes locked on the slow rise and fall of his chest fearing tonight may finally be the time it stops.

[mummer]

roman finally finding something to do with his life that’s his own thing and has nothing to do with his dad like at all only to get strongarmed into spending 10 billion dollars on a venture that revolves entirely around his dad……..

[imminent-danger-came]

Gotta say my tags from this post are killing me

We're living past the end of our myth for a 3rd time. Number three. Triple of 'em

[kebriones]

A tummy ache or some gas can potentially kill my rabbit, but he once passed through a tiny opening between wood and chicken wire with sharp ends for absolutely no reason and without a single scratch. I had cut my hands on that chicken wire a million times. His stats are all over the place.

[a-little-monotonous]

I think about lot about that gap of time between shadow getting ejected from the ark and him getting put in stasis...

[19catsncounting]

Therapy isn't enough I need the CW to go back and re-film Season 11 to prove that Lucifer could have been saved if Michael didn't abandon him like Dean refused to abandon Sam.

[favouritecrayon]

The tiger is out

[expvrgction]

Continued from here!

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Already, the tall man groaned.

"Not my fault that a Summoner did this to me! I was minding me own business when she up and pushed me into a portal earlier like the witch she is."

"And I have close to no interest to this holiday either... Most of these were all junk she threw at me. The rest are..."

<"Don't tell me my journal pages are scattered on the deck too..."> He muttered in a language that none of these people have heard before.

And now, he is jailed. Normally, he would have just snapped the bars in half easily, due to his nature as a Primeval... But that would signal himself as a potential threat to the crew.

Kahann decided to look around him-- He could count five others surrounding him, and the ship's color schemes... What an odd choice of colors. Red mast, black exterior...

He could only assume two things based on his observation: This was a pirate ship, and the four men (plus one woman) were pirates.

But that was not the only people he would have a head count of-- He could detect two more life signals besides those five. Only one was human, though.

But he would rather not think about that further right now.

"If ye all don't mind me asking- Does my manner of entry warrant capture, regardless of what happened?" Of course he would ask because of his own awareness on the situation. He would rather not make even pirates panic by displaying his own feats, as they would be beyond what a layman's understanding.

[cauldronofmorning]

Very sickos.jpg of me, but I love when (fictional) characters become the people who hurt them.

[dubiousdisco]

Gringos: Vinicius jr needs to learn to behave, he is now being rude to his rivals and provoking them, this is very shameful.

Brazil: VINICIUS IS FINALLY REPLYING TO THE LOSERS *sickos voice* YESS YESSSS YESSSSSSSS