#i do not like all of it

[likeafairytale]

“ You trusted him, over me? What did he promise you? ... WHAT DID HE PROMISE YOU?! TELL ME CALYPSO! ” – Malachai while shaking a crying Calypso

Calypso was shaken by her brother like she was just a rag doll. Never she saw him so angry, and Malachai himself never thought he would be, but he had every right too. Aeron aimed for his left's knee, the only injury he had that never healed. Because he never told anyone about it. Only his youngest sister knew it.

They were still young when that happened. Well, Calypso, at least. Their mother was dead, Ursula was exiled, the youngest was unconsolable. And it hurt Kai to see his beloved sister in this state. He wanted to make her smile, so they swam away, and found a remote beach where Malachai could walk on the sand and show her his power. She stayed in the water, looking at her big brother moving things, shaking a mountain. She was pleased, but he pushed too much and last things he knew, he felt as if his left knee was broken, and he cried, coming back to the water as soon as possible. He thought the water would heal his injury, but no, his fin suffered as much as his human knee.

Bad consequences always happened when you used your power too much for too long. He broke his fin, and hid it to his father, so did Calypso. On earth, he limped, and he had this unforgivable pain on his left knee that only Calypso knew. So when Aeron aimed especially his left knee, he knew. He knew he had been betrayed by his own blood. His own sister.

❝Nothing, Kai, I swear!❞ the princess finally was able to sob, avoiding her brother's red eyes. She tried to be as quiet as possible, they weren't in the room she was sharing with Aeron, for Malachai took her by surprise in the middle of her sleep to move her in another room, being sure no one will disturb them.

❝LIAR! How would he have known otherwise?! You're the only one to know that weakness of mine, Calypso!❞

He shook her until he got blind. The girl knew she wasn't a match for Malachai's skill, and blinding him was her only option right now. She did so, and he let go of her, she finally sat on the bed behind her, one hand on her mouth to hold her sob, and one immediately on her belly. Malachai, as for him, sat on the ground, he didn't realize how tired he was until he touched the floor, sighing.

❝You got played by your own stupidity again.❞ To those words, she realized, it wasn't her brother she had in front of her. It was her father. She could see every bit of Triton's cruelty and madness. She couldn't think futher tho, because something glittering in the middle of the night caught her eyes. The blade. Calypso's heart sank, while she looked Malachai playing with it.

❝W-where did you find it?...❞ She whispered, her voice shaking at the possibility of what he will do with it.

❝I told you I'll find it, didn't I? I came here, planing to use it on you. As revenge, if you will. Give me one reason why I shouldn't.❞ Kai's eyes, who were on the golden dagger before he looked at his sister, and he saw it, the fear, she looked like a little lamb, about to be slaughter. He didn't know how he felt about this, about knowing he was the one who was scaring her so much. No, not him, he rationalized, maybe to not admit he was becoming his father, she is not afraid of me, she is afraid of the blade.

❝Yes, I told him.❞ Calypso finally admitted in a whisper. ❝But I did that for my family!❞ She yelled when she saw him moving toward her, which stopped him. ❝He's my husband, you try to kill him every day! I cannot let that happen!❞

❝So I was right. You chose him, a Fae, a stranger of your blood, instead of me, your own brother... So perhaps, I shouldn't use this against you. Perhaps, your husband should be the one to have a nightmarish night.❞

❝He's no stranger of my blood, for I am bearing his child!❞ The words left her throat before she could even think of them. She was surprised, but not as surprise as Kai. ❝Yes, I told him your weakness, because I want my husband to stay alive in order to see his future child.”

❝So you wanted me dead. Admit it, Calypso, you wanted him to kill me.❞

❝No I didn't! Didn't you hear how delutional you are?! All I want is my family to be alive, ALL of my family! You want me to beg for forgiveness? Well, I won't. Because I am not ashamed of what I did. Protecting the man I love, so my child could have a father to be with. Did you forget how it is to grow up without a parent? Or didn't you love mother enough to care-❞

❝THAT'S ENOUGH!❞ The pregnant woman jumped to his words, and for the first time tonight, she didn't see anger, but pain on his face.

Maybe she was still too trusting. Perhaps she was just an idiot. But in any case, she used this moment of weakness to her advantage, coming slowly in front of Kai, knowing the possibility that he could stab her at any moment. She softly put her hand on his, and she noticed his eyes fixed on her belly.

❝I want my family to be safe, Kai. But don't you see it? I am in the middle of all of this. My husband fighting my brother. My two brothers fighting in opposite side. And I'm just waiting every day, praying the Golden Goddesses for not receiving bad news at the end of the day.❞

Malachai closed his eyes and sighed. He was now confused. He didn't know how to feel. Not only that, but he was just tired, to be honest. He just wanted everything to end, to not have to fight tomorrow. To have peace. But he knew his father wouldn't let that happen. Not until he had what he wanted, the sceptre, or the death of all Faes, either way he would be satisfied. The mermale finally looked at his sister's stormy eyes.

❝Who knows?❞

❝Aeron, you and Yasmeen.❞

❝Yasmeen knows?❞ Malachai's heart sank when he heard her name, and memories he tried to buried for weeks now came back to him. He tried to not show any emotion, how hurt he was, how jealous too, but he couldn't admit that. Not now.

❝She was with me when I learnt it… Soon after, she left.❞

❝What about Nathaniel?❞

❝I didn't have a minute alone with him. I don't trust anyone here.❞ The truth was that, she didn't want to admit it, but she didn't trust Nathaniel right now. He switched side not so long ago, she loved her brother with all her heart, but she wasn't sure, yet he won't tell Morgana. Or someone else.

❝Good. Keep not trusting anyone. If father knows…❞ Malachai stopped his sentence there. Not saying more. Once again, memories came back as a wave in his mind, and he had to close his eyes for a few seconds to keep his composure. ❝Father and Morgana are too dangerous. When they will know, because they will, they will use you and your child as leverage. You should be prepared for that.❞ He could tell, by her silence, and by her nod, that she already thought of it. She had much time to think of it after all. ❝When father will know, I can swear to you, Calypso, it won't come from me. I will never put your child at risk.❞

❝I know.❞ Here was she again. A few minutes before, he was threatening her to stab her with their father's golden dagger, he was screaming at her and shaking her like a doll. And now he was her brother again, and her trust was so easily earn. She has to blame Triton for that, love bonding her so often that she couldn't make the differences now.

❝You shouldn't trust me so easily after what I did earlier.❞ Malachai said, as if he could read Calypso's mind. ❝But to prove you my loyalty, here. This belongs to you now. If ever one day, you have any doubt about me, you can stab me with it.❞ Following his words, Kai handed her their father's blade. This gesture took her breath away, for she never thought she would be the owner of it. She slowly took it from him, threatened and relieved at the same time. ❝I promise I won't come to your husband anymore, if he does not come to me first. I'll let him be. Goodbye, little sister.❞ And on those last words, he kissed her forehead, making her close her eyes, before he left her alone in the room.

[bumblingbabooshka]

Vulcan teen on Vulcan [tiktok] saying "I have just lost track of my father in the grocery store." The camera turns to show the viewers the grocery store in which almost every single older middle-aged man has a bowlcut and long robes. Camera turns back to show the teen's face which is expressionless and yet communicates all it needs to.

[almondpiglet]

ppl were drawing mikus from all over so heres habesha miku and her lil twin sibs rin and len!!

[12neonlit-stage]

you're allowed to discuss and work together, reblog for a higher sample size or something

You have 1 week, good luck!

[s-aint-elmo]

pass it on!

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[ered]

Here’s my take on the whole audio books vs. reading:

Oral tradition of storytelling predates written ones by millennias, and honestly, which one you like is just a personal preference.

The actual difference is

when listening, you have no idea how to write characters’ names

when reading, you have no idea how to pronounce characters’ names

hope this helps!

[a-drama-addict]

not caring too much about a fandom’s favourite guy is the worst. you’ll think “oh i’ll look into the tag see if anything new and cool’s there” and it’s just that fucking guy again

[zytes]

this manatee looks like it’s in a skyrim loading screen

[obsob]

i am a being capable of immeasurable love and whimsy

[trudlejack]

(+part 2)

[liquidstar]

If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)

At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.

Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.

[kottkrig]

People liking your personal OCs is still such a crazy feeling, I've been doing this for years and ppl asking about them still fills my entire heart with warmth and idk how to handle it

You enjoy this fictional guy I made up for fun?? Whose only content is random artwork or writing made by me and a handful of other artists at most? They have no show/book/game with a large fandom, it's just one person with an art blog?? I love u

[inkskinned]

i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".

it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.

do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.

but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.

do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).

you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.

walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.

no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.

do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."

you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.

there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.

i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.

he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."

[kensatou]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[sangled]

shipping win! they have different but equally terrible coping mechanisms