#i don't know how to do updates

[brainrotcharacters]

the easy grip on the knife. the leg over the seat. the hand over the other seat. the sassy "come get it" move. you know the bitch is smiling behind that mask even as he said the line.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Learning to celebrate the little wins!

[moonlight0934]

Bellamy feels groggy when he wakes up again. He blinks, wondering what could have caused him to sleep that heavily. Especially since he hasn’t gotten a good night’s sleep since they came down to the ground. Between worrying about the Grounders attacking, and the living conditions, it’s been practically impossible to sleep. He only gets more confused when he sees a white wall in front of him. 

Huh? 

Then he remembers the lake, the cages, and the people who were… hurting him? Torturing him?

It wasn’t that bad, but I have a feeling that isn’t going to stay the same. 

He’s still restrained to the bed, but the muzzle is gone. He feels hot, uncomfortable, and weak. He’s shaking slightly though he can’t tell why especially since the room is so hot. His head is pounding, and his stomach is doing flips. The door cracks open again, and Dr. Tsing walks in. 

“Mr. Blake, it’s good to see that you’re awake.” 

Bellamy’s head spins as he turns to look at her. He blinks hard, then throws up. Vomit is now covering his bare chest, and it’s on the floor too. 

I didn’t even realize that I had that much left in my stomach. Why am I so sick though? 

That’s when he notices that the IV is putting something red into his body. 

What the actual hell is going on? 

Dr. Tsing walks over, waving her hand in front of Bellamy’s face to get his attention. His eyes drift to meet hers, still slightly glassed over. 

“Someone is coming in to clean this up. Then we can get your restraints changed so you can throw up in a trash can. For now though, I’ll explain exactly what is happening.” 

Bellamy looks behind her at the door for a second before turning back to her. 

“Everyone here in Mount Weather has zero tolerance for radiation. I’m not sure what you already know about the planet, but it is still covered in radiation. You can tolerate it better than anyone I’ve ever met, which I think is because of the solar radiation in space. We’re putting a sick person’s blood through your system, then giving it back to them so your body can flush it of radiation for them. So far it’s working beautifully, and they should be back to normal in no time at all. You’ll be sick for a little bit, but your body will work it out naturally on your own.” 

Bellamy feels like his brain is short circuiting, because there’s no way this lady is serious. 

Mount Weather? There are people in Mount Weather that are not able to tolerate any kind of radiation, and the planet is still full of the stuff. We were supposed to land here. Jeez, to think that Jaha wasn’t just going to get us killed, but he was going to get us tortured, experimented on, and then killed. 

“Mr. Blake, are you paying attention?” 

“No, I wasn’t,” Bellamy says, his voice rasping, and almost cutting out near the end of the sentence. He clears his throat before continuing, “Am I the only one?” 

“Yes, for now. I can understand you being worried about your people, but my first concern has to be mine. Your results are very promising, and if things continue to go well, I can’t say that we won’t look for more of you. Especially if they come looking for you first.” 

There’s no way they’re getting here to look for me, but if things don’t change, then they’re not making it a week. Much less long enough to come looking for me. The Grounders are going to wipe them out. Clarke is probably trying to keep them together, but she’s not harsh enough to keep them in line. Maybe she’ll actually take them to Luna. At least that way they’ll be safe, and hopefully out of these people’s reach. 

Someone walks in wearing a hazmat suit, and he cleans up the floor. Then he starts wiping the vomit off of Bellamy, and Bellamy has to close his eyes. He tries to take himself away from the situation mentally. Eventually the hands are off of him, and the room smells like lemons. 

This is a little like the cleaner on the Ark. The ones that I had to mop the walls with to get rid of smells. 

Bellamy clings to that even after he hears both of them leave. He’s still nauseous, but it’s better now. A small hand touches his wrist, and he opens his eyes. Dr. Tsing is easing the restraints off of his wrist, and a large man is holding extensions that will allow Bellamy to sit up partly. He doesn’t fight them, and lets them get the new pieces attached without even a word. His vision is blurry, and he feels about ready to pass out, so there isn’t anything that he can do other than make his situation worse. 

“That’s good. Now, there’s a trash can here. Try to throw up in that if you do throw up again. It’s ok if you miss, but we won’t be back in to check on you for a few hours. So, for your own sake, it would be good if you try.” 

Bellamy nods slightly even as his head is spinning. 

“Good, also don’t try to pull your IV out. You won’t have that much leeway anyway, but if you try it, you might hurt yourself.” 

If anything happens to me, you’re going to go after my friends. I’m not going to make that happen any faster. 

She gives him another smile, then walks back out. Bellamy lets himself drop back down, his eyes feeling impossibly heavy. He feels exhausted and he’s barely even moved in hours. 

I guess this is what radiation sickness feels like. At least I probably won’t die if she was telling the truth about the planet’s radiation, and space radiation. 

He closes his eyes, pictures of his sister and Clarke behind his eyes. They remind him of why he’s going to keep fighting. 

I’ll wait for an opportunity, but I have to get out of here. I have to warn them, and save them from the Grounders. They won’t even see Mount Weather coming. Especially since they’re going to think that the Grounders got me since I was alone. Though if I hadn’t been alone, I would just have a torture buddy. 

Bellamy snickers at that, then has to push himself up to throw up in the trash can. He sinks back onto the bed on shaking limbs, his eyes closing again. He falls asleep almost immediately. This continues for a little while with her treating almost all of their patients using Bellamy before she finally runs out of people to treat. 

That’s when she tells him, “Ok, Mr. Blake, we’re going to be done for twenty four hours. Then we’re going to start looking into different, and more permanent options regarding radiation tolerance.” 

Bellamy frowns, not even trying to figure out what that’s going to mean for him since he isn’t medically gifted aside from some first aid. 

“Alright, that’s all I’ll tell you for now, and we can discuss it more later. A guard will bring food in an hour since you should be feeling up to eating by then.” 

Bellamy waits until she’s gone to start testing with the restraints. There are cameras in there, but no one seems to be watching very often, especially not now after he’s been docile this long. He’s been able to get away with a little exploring already even though he can’t move much. It takes him almost half an hour, but he’s able to get his left hand loose. So, he slips it out, and undoes his other hand. He falls immediately after standing, his vision whiting out for a second. His limbs are shaking, and he’s already starting to ache fiercely. Bellamy forces himself back to his feet anyway, Octavia still in occupying his thoughts. 

You can’t be dead. Please have left. I know that I talked a big game, but if you’re still here, they might get to you before I do. I have to get… 

He drags himself to the door, cracking it open when he gets there. There’s a single guard in the hallway, but he seems distracted with his radio. 

I’m not going to kill him. I haven’t gotten that desperate. I don’t even know if he knows what’s going on here since I haven’t seen him before. 

He creeps out of the door, and sneaks up on the guard. Bellamy smashes his head into the wall, catching him before he hits the ground. He quickly strips the guard’s pants before putting them on himself. He adjusts the holster, and quickly finishes swapping their clothes. He pulls the hat down low with a wince, his wrist twinging uncomfortably. He slips out of the hallway only to find no one there. 

Wow, I guess they really weren’t kidding when they said that this was under wraps. I wonder if they told more than the two guards I’ve already interacted with and this third one. 

He keeps going, trying to find a way out of the secluded area that he’s in, or even a way out of the mountain if possible. After two more doors, and three hallways, he sees someone walking. He’s dressed in muted colors, and looks kind of sick. He locks eyes with Bellamy, his face twisting into a frown. 

“I don’t think we’ve met. You’re one of the guards?” 

Bellamy nods, not trusting himself to speak. 

“Oh, well, it’s nice to meet you.” 

The man smiles and keeps walking. He’s walking towards a bigger set of doors on the other side of the hall. Bellamy looks around to find two separate doors on either side of the hall, and the bigger doors on the end of the hall. He ultimately decides to go for the bigger doors, because they’re less likely to be personal quarters, or some place that people aren’t supposed to be. Since he doesn’t know his way around, he’s kind of flying blind. 

He doesn’t even make it through the door though since two guards come through them as soon as the man walks away. One of them is holding food, and they’re talking loudly. They’re the two guards that Bellamy’s been interacting with since he got there, God only knows how long ago. They both spot him at the same time before he has time to duck through one of the doors. The one holding food drops it, and they both race towards him. 

He ducks out of the way of the first one, and punches the second one in the face. His leg gives out underneath him as he turns towards the first one. The guard is barreling towards him again, and looks surprised at the odd position they find themselves in. However, he’s not fast enough to stop, and slams into Bellamy full force. Bellamy hits the wall, and pain explodes over his back and right leg. He passes out before the guard can even get off of him.

Voiceless

“I’m going out hunting with Murphy and Miller. Do you need anything?” Bellamy asks, leaning against the wall of the dropship.

Clarke looks up.

“No, why are you asking me?”

“You’re just in charge of the most things aside from me. Are there any plants or anything that we know are useful that you want me to look for? That kind of thing.”

Clarke thinks for a second.

“You want to grab some more of that seaweed in case someone gets hurt?”

Bellamy nods.

“I can do that. I’ll be back with it later.”

“Or you can have someone else drop it off,” Clarke suggests.

Bellamy laughs. Miller and Murphy are waiting by the gate.

“You ready to go, or what?” Murphy asks.

Bellamy nods.

“Let’s get going.”

They spend the next few hours hunting as quietly as they can though there’s no sign of any Grounders anywhere. They manage to catch a deer, but it’s getting dark by then. So, Bellamy turns to Miller and Murphy.

“You guys should start hauling this thing back to camp. I’m going to take a detour to the lake. I should catch up with you guys before you get to camp. I can help with that thing at that point.”

Miller nods, and they set off. Bellamy jogs towards the lake, making sure to watch his surroundings and his footing. There’s no sign of any Grounders, but he still moves quickly in hopes of getting back to camp before the sun fully sets. The light is barely peeking over the trees when he reaches the shoreline. He looks down, contemplating whether he should take his shoes off.

On one hand, it would take less time to dry if I didn’t walk in there with them on. Eh, I need to be fast, and I can just leave them to dry out overnight.

He steps into the water, and starts looking around for the seaweed. It’s hard to see with the quickly fading light, but he manages. He walks out of the water, holding the seaweed. There’s a noise to his left near the treeline, immediately drawing his attention. He grabs the pistol tucked into his waistband, eyes scanning for anything moving. A small cylinder rolls towards Bellamy, and he’s at least half convinced that it’s about to blow up. It doesn’t though, and it just starts spewing smoke. Bellamy tries not to breathe it in, but he ends up passing out anyway. He’s in a cage when he wakes up, and immediately starts to panic in his head.

Where am I? This doesn’t look like a-

He looks around and sees just rows and rows of cages. Most of them have people in them.

“What the-” he whispers, trailing off.

His head is spinning with all of the new information he’s taking in, and the after effects of whatever he was drugged with. Two guards walk in with a sleazy looking young man.

“Take that one to get some testing done,” the sleazy young man says, pointing at Bellamy.

“Yes, sir.”

They walk over, and unlock the cell, then pull Bellamy out, keeping a tight hold of him.

“Let go of me,” Bellamy growls, trying to pull away.

They ignore him even though he doesn’t stop trying to get away. After going through two hallways, one of them elbows Bellamy in the midsection.

“Stop squirming!”

Bellamy coughs, but once he regains his breath, he refocuses his efforts on figuring out where he is. This place is mostly concrete, and the people are very different from anyone else that they’ve seen on the ground. They have guns strapped to their hips, they’re wearing some kind of uniform, and they don’t seem as aggressive as the Grounders have been.

They take Bellamy to a room that looks kind of like the infirmary on the Ark. They strap him to the white cot while he looks at everything else. There’s a small table that has all kinds of tools on it. There’s also a sink, and a few cabinets.

“Where are we?” Bellamy asks, more just thinking out loud than anything else.

The sleazy man rolls his eyes.

“He’s a chatty one. He’s going to be loud through this process, so one of you go get-” He doesn’t finish, but they seem to know what he’s talking about, because one of them immediately rushes to do what he said.

The thing they come back with is something that Bellamy has only seen in books, but he almost immediately recognizes it. He doesn’t say anything, but he does try to pull his head away when the man tries to fit the muzzle over his face. The man ends up hitting him over the head, and putting it on his face anyway. A woman walks in, and one of the guards walks out to stand by the door.

“Cage, is this the one?” the woman asks.

Cage? Is that his name?

“Yes, his name is Bellamy Blake. We’ve been watching them for some time, but this is going to give us a better idea of what they can do for us. He was alone, so it was easy enough. Remember though, if my father asks, he’s a Grounder with a higher tolerance for radiation. We still don’t know what he thinks about the sky people, and we can’t risk him shutting us down.”

Sky people. Shit, and they’ve been watching us? Who are these people?

The woman walks over.

“He looks to be in pretty good health. I guess I’ll get started now, and we’ll know for sure soon enough.”

Cage hums, then says, “Ok, well, I’ll be entertaining my father. Come get me when you have all of the results.”

The woman nods, then turns back to Bellamy.

“Well, my name is Dr. Tsing. I know you can’t respond, but you should know that we don’t want to hurt you. It’s for a good cause, and you’re going to help a lot of people.”

What is she going on about?

She grabs a needle, and gently puts it into Bellamy’s right arm. Bellamy tries to pull away again, but he can’t move enough.

“Shh, stop that. Don’t make me sedate you.”

Leave me alone. Who are these people, and what do they even want?

His arm is starting to burn spreading outwards from the spot that she put the needle in. It’s only a few seconds before his skin turns bright red and his whole arm feels like it’s on fire.

“Ok, well that’s not a good sign,” she mumbles.

She draws blood from his other arm, setting aside enough vials that Bellamy is starting to feel dizzy. Then she just watches his right arm for a little bit. Finally, after what feels like forever, she puts something else into his right arm, and it soothes the fire.

“Ok, well it seems like you had a bad reaction to that. I’m going to take this blood, and we’ll see what happens when I play around with it.”

She puts another needle into his arm, and his vision starts to fade almost immediately.

[chzy-doodles]

LMK S5 SPOILERS!!

absolutely love this guy's energy

[gameringgungke]

edit 2: leak is FAKE everyone, go home

so of course i'm keeping up with the pokemon leaks and

I KNEW IT

I FUCKING KNEW IT

I SAID THE KANTO FAVORITISM STARTED BECAUSE OF BW'S BACKLASH AND WAS GOING TO MAJORLY STAGNANTETHE SERIES FOR YEARS AND NOBODY BELIEVED ME

update 113 notes later: might be fake, idk

[kazbiter]

very interested in how the storyline of ronan's sexuality is developed in the dream thieves as a battle between kavinsky and gansey while adam is almost never present in these scenes, which makes it even more interesting that we found out in CDTH that ronan was set on adam the moment he saw him. i think that ronan is attracted on some level to both gansey and kavinsky (you can draw the lines of how much romantic intention you think he hold towards either of the yourself, that's a rabbit hole I would need a whole other post to go down) but more so I think he was attracted to the IDEA of both of them and certain qualities that each possessed, and that the real question wasn't does ronan want gansey or kavinsky because we know he wants adam but rather who's qualities resonate more with who ronan is, or who he is choosing to be at this critical moment in his character development. kavinsky is a dangerous thrill and often comes wrapped in ronan's other favorite self destructive attempts to outrun himself, while gansey is ronan's history and proof of his deep capacities for loyalty and love. he tells kavinsky it was never going to be me and you and that it's not going to be ronan and gansey because that was never the question- maggie was obviously always planning on bluesy and pynch. the answer to who ronan WANTS in adam. the question of who ronan IS- that's what he's trying to decide here. his self hatred is such a heavy weight on him and theme in tdt, and the kavinsky/gansey dichotomy represents the the path he will choose to take to deal with it- keep try to drive faster than his demons or accept that he can still be loved even if he isn't the person he once was. the dream thieves my beloved ronan lynch my beloved

[dae-15]

ok, so I just saw on a tiktok comment that Jason Todd is ao3 author coded and that he probably uses the author's note to trauma dump (as one does) AND NOW I just need a fanfic in which this is how they found out he's alive cause Tim is subscribed to his ao3 account or something LIKE??? PLSSSSSS

[ghastlyaffairs]

for something as trivial and simple those feelings sure are hard to get rid of

also made a gif a version for fun + alt version with no tears under the cut

the gif is in very low resolution...this is a feature (i could make it bigger but that would require saving each frame individually and than glueing it all together. also i feel like low resolution suits it better. aesthetically and fits the mood)

[spookythesillyfella]

remember when i had that dream where you [Y/N] have a sleepover with tumblr sexyman tony and sketchbook where you guys just end up in a polyamorous relationship ??? well . i tried to find a fanfic that would even slightly line up with the description. even if it was only vaguely

but uhhh ....

there were none . so i had to do it myself

[aru-art]

t4t misery

[saturnscherie]

༄ “If you suffer, I’ll suffer with you.”

In ch. 143 Yuji told himself that he knew Megumi would suffer as long as he was around because he didn't know what Sukuna wanted from Megumi. He couldn't even open his eyes to look at Megumi when he thought about him suffering.

But after Sukuna got to Megumi, Yuji said that he was suffering.

This adds so much more to his persistence in trying his hardest to stay away from him. He probably didn't want to admit it back then, but he must've had a feeling that if Megumi was in pain, he would be in pain along with him.

༄ Oh yeah and I will never get over Yuji telling Sukuna “Then let’s see if you can chew up, me and my suffering.” ♡

[johnslittlespoon]

btw tough and sweet john has experienced his first hand job. if u even care. he's having the time of his life. (so is gale xoxo)

[askchuuyanakahara]

YES! WATCH PONYO WITH DAZAI!!!

@suru1990

Chuuya: "You can go turn the TV on. I need to feed Yoshiko and then I'll grab snacks."

Chuuya: "It just doesn't make any sense. I mean, it's clearly not an ability."

Dazai: "It looks like it's strong enough to even overpower my own ability! How terrifying~."

Chuuya: "Why are you just laughing about it?!"

Dazai: "Let's just hope they play nice~!"

Dazai: "Now let's watch the movie! I've wanted to watch this for a while!"

Chuuya: "A-ah.. well.. alright."

[luna-loveboop]

I've never done a poll before, so good luck

Who do y'all think Time'll handcuff to him be with for his group in the dungeon? I've seen a lot of people say he will try to control who goes with who since he's scared for their lives rn (valid)

The options are the individual boys, just go with who you think is most likely to be in his group I guess?

Anyways like I said I've never done a poll so it might be messed up or make no sense, should be fun :D

Let me know if this doesn't work. And yes I know it's not well organised.. it's ok. right?

I think that unlike when they split in the Divine Dark Reflections arc, they might try to stay in bigger groups, and I think Time would probably want to have as many close to him as possible (his group have three or four), but I uhh didn't know how to incorporate that.

It's silly, but right now I can't stop imagining a scene where they reach the central room and everyone sprints off into the groups they want before time can argue.

Anyone who goes with legend will survive physically and anyone who goes with four will survive mentally.

[mysaldate]

"Rook loves Vil and Neige"

"Rook the biggest NeigeVil shipper"

"Rook wants to be in a thrupple with Vil and Neige"

Y'all seriously need to stay out of relationships if you think what Rook is doing is in any way shape or form love and not blind toxic obsession. His dream Vil has no personality other than blind adoration of Neige. Even his uniform isn't customized at all. He would lay his life down for Neige and that is the only thing that matters about him. Rook's ideal version of Vil is one who isn't a person but just an accessory to another being he doesn't see as a person either. It is incredibly toxic and unhealthy and I wish y'all realized that.

And Vil calling himself ugly and disgusting for having negative feelings and intrusive thoughts – an idea that Rook planted into his head – is just as toxic. Feeling bad about a genuine injustice committed against you isn't ugly and isn't disgusting and it doesn't define you as a person. Vil shouldn't be calling himself that just because Rook refuses to see him as a person instead of a perfect ideal that gets "sullied" by having negative emotions.

[mostlyvoid-partiallyflowers]

The most recent episode of Interview with a Vampire let's us see Lestat's side of the story and see how it compares to Louis' accounting of their relationship. As a result, it reaffirms just how unreliable of a narrator Louis is, but it also further illuminates elements of his character that the director and writers have been playing with since the beginning of the show.

There's this part in the episode where Lestat turns to Louis and apologizes and it's framed with Lestat turned to Louis on one side and Claudia on his other side. They're the angel and devil on Louis' shoulders, but who is the angel and who is the devil? And as my friend said, Armand and Daniel are placed into that same dynamic with Louis later on. We are being asked to decide who to trust, who's telling the truth, who's the good guy, but the fact of unreliability robs us of that decision.

This whole story is about Louis, he's the protagonist, though not the narrator, and he is constantly being pulled in two directions, no matter when or where he is in his story. He's a mind split in two, divided by nature and circumstance. He's vampire and human, owner and owned, father and child, angel and devil. He's both telling the story and being told the story. His history is a story he tells himself, and as we've seen, sometimes that story is not whole.

Louis is the angel who saved Claudia from the fire but he's also the devil who sentenced her to an life of endless torment, the adult trapped in the body of a child. He's the angel who rescued Lestat from his grief and also the devil who abandoned him, who couldn't love him, could only kill and leave him.

He's pulled in two directions, internally and externally at all times and so it's no wonder that he feels the need to confess, first to the priest, then Daniel, and then Daniel again.

He's desperate to be heard, a Black man with power in Jim Crow America who's controlled by his position as someone with a seat at the table but one who will never be considered equal. He doesn't belong to the Black community or the white community, he can't. He acts as a go-between, a bridge, one who is pushed and pulled until he can't take it anymore. He's a fledgling child to an undead father, he's a young queer man discovering his sexual identity with an infinitely experienced partner. He's confessing because he wants to be absolved, that human part of him that was raised Catholic, that child who believed, he wants to be saved. He wants to be seen.

Louis wants to attain a forever life that is morally pure, but he can't. He's been soiled by sin, by "the devil," as he calls Lestat, and he can never be clean again. Deep down, I think he knows this, but he can't stop trying to repent. He tries to self-flagellate by staying with Lestat and then tries to repent by killing him, but can't actually follow through. He follows Claudia to Europe to try and assuage his guilt. He sets himself on fire, attempts to burn himself at the stake, to purify his body, rid himself of the dark gift.

Louis is a man endlessly trying to account for the pain he has caused and he ultimately fails, over and over again, because he can't get rid of what he is. A monster. He's an endlessly hungry monster. He's hungry for love, for respect, for power, for forgiveness, for death. He's a hole that can never be filled. He can never truly acquire any of those things because he will always be punishing himself for wanting and needing them in the first place. He will never truly believe he deserves them and as a result, can't accept them if they are ever offered. He can never be absolved for he has damned himself by accepting the dark gift and thus has tainted himself past the point of saving.