#i had to resolve this immediately

[inavagrant-a]

Fighting with the IR/S over money you could have sworn you paid them a month ago is the most stressful fucking thing I have ever done in my life.

[ruporas]

cheers to the future of humanity (and the future of us)

[ID: Digital illustration in color of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun. The illustration takes place during the ship/home arc, specifically chapter 21. At the center, Vash is grabbing Wolfwood by the collar and pulls him into a kiss in the middle of a celebration. The pair is colored in vibrant warm hues while their surroundings are colored in cooler colors like green and teals. Luida, Brad, Meryl, and Milly are shown amongst the crowd, occupied in the celebrations as Vash and Wolfwood share a moment by themselves at the center. END ID]

[heybiji]

[levemetal]

Day 2: Timeloop / Xiao Qi and Jiu Ge

I am cringe and I am not even free

Feel free to reuse this idea but 24 hours are not enough for me to finish an entire comic. I could have taken the simpler prompt but nOOOOOO timeloop is too tempting. Past me why are we like this

[pasdetrois]

i’m still thinking about the way billie phrases her surrender in the knife of dunwall’s low chaos finale: kill me or let me live, if it even matters to you. the fact that they're even there to have this conversation is proof of how this decision must have weighed on her; with her training and her skills and daud's mind scattered in a hundred different directions, she likely could have followed delilah's brutally practical advice to cut his throat and be done with it once and for all. but she hesitated until the final moment of reckoning when their narrative had finally come full circle, from daud placing a knife in a child’s hands to give her “something to live for”, to her returning it in defiant supplication years later ("my life is yours now"). yet, despite her certainty in the inevitability of this moment, she still can not be sure of such a decision burdening him as it did her until the very moment he must make it in turn. it's part of what makes the ending so poignant to me, whether in sparing her and echoing his first words to her (now giving her a life unburdened by the ticking clock hanging over him), or clasping the knife together with her as she only smiles and nods back in understanding, and holding her hand long after she is gone—it's then that you see how much it mattered to him as well. and the unspoken grief of it not only ending the game, but also leading to the only bookend of the dlc's to have no narration from daud. it's the outsider who must take over then to chronicle the tale, as he had to for corvo. for daud, the rest is silence.

[impossiblepluto]

Jack strolls into the house, heading immediately for the kitchen, and continuing the animated conversation that occupied the entire drive over. That he was alone in the car and upon entrance has gained an audience doesn't break his stride-- pace or verbal deluge. Mac's a smart guy, he'll pick up the topic and register his opinions-

Within the depths of the fridge, Jack stops short, bumping the back of his head as he quickly backs up, straightening, and staring intently into the living room.

Sitting on the sofa, Mac stares back. 

Jack crosses his arms as the refrigerator door swings closed. "What's wrong?"

Mac's gaze darts around the room as though searching for whatever raised Jack's hackles, before returning to Jack. "What do you mean?"

"Something's wrong." Jack takes a step toward the living room. He too scans the room, though his stare is slower, piercing and precise before lingering on Mac. 

"Something's wrong?" Mac repeats with an air of skepticism.

"Yeah. Why are you repeating me?"

Mac scoffs. "I'm not repeating you." Before Jack can retort, Mac shakes his head and continues. "I'm trying to figure out how you can walk in here, distracted by an argument you were waging against yourself, yet still apparently losing, barely look around and declare that something is wrong.” 

"Oh ho,” Jack leans a shoulder against the wall. “You are good."

"I'm good? Wait. No. I'm still not repeating." Mac squeezes the bridge of his nose. "I am just sitting here."

"Yeah,” Jack’s brow furrows. He straightens, feeling the pieces of the puzzle beginning to come together like he’s that one French detective from the movies Bozer makes them watch, and steps into the living room. “You’re sitting. On the couch."

"That is why I brought it. It's not just for you to sleep on."

"Sitting on the couch like a normal person sits on the couch. Not sprawled across it like a teenager with limbs askew in all directions just begging for back pain and bad posture.” 

Mac snorts but it lacks amusement. He doesn’t rise to the usual ‘tease Jack about getting old’ bait like he normally would. 

“So, you want to tell me what’s up?” Jack sits on the old trunk which doubles as a coffee table. 

"I... " Mac sighs and splices together three or four words under his breath.

Jack squints, tipping one ear closer to Mac, trying to decipher the mangled phrase. “Say again?” 

Looking up, Mac enunciates, "I tweaked my knee."

Jack winces. "Trail running? I told you you need some better shoes if you're gonna be out there jumping over logs and scaling mountains."

"I wasn't trail running." Mac pauses between his words as though each one is painfully eking out.

Jack cants his head.

"I stood up wrong."

Jack's face twitches. He's a government agent, damn it. He's got a better poker face than this.

"Shut up," Mac glowers.

"I'm sorry." Jack swallows his emotions. It’s not amusement. He’s not sure what emotion he would call it, but it’s sure not amusement. He’d never find anything funny about Mac getting injured. If anything, this emotion is concern. “You stood up... wrong?"

“It’s not funny.”

“No. It’s not funny. I’ve been sitting here thinking it’s not funny,” Jack defends himself. 

“You’re smirking.”

“I’m not smirking. I wouldn’t smirk if I heard you got hurt.”

“Even if I hurt myself by standing up weird?” 

“No.” 

“Oh. Thought maybe you’d see this as some sort of payback.”

“You mean for the fifteen years I’ve spent sharing my wisdom with you and you ignore it because you’re young and your joints still work like they’re supposed to and you couldn’t imagine waking up one day and suddenly something as simple as standing up can leave you limping and hobbling around for the rest of the day?” 

“Yeah.”

“Nah.” 

“Oh okay. Thought maybe it would be something like that.” 

“And I could see how you might think that. A less sensitive, empathetic man might.” 

Mac hums. 

“You need an ice pack?” 

“I’ve been thinking about getting one.” Mac sighs, looking toward the kitchen. “Don’t want to try getting up yet though.”

“Do you need a doctor?”

“No.”

Jack eyes him carefully.

“I did think about it-” Mac hurries to continue as Jack stares harder. “I want to wait it out. If I’m wrong you can gloat.” 

“I wouldn’t gloat either.” 

“Right. No smirking. No gloating. Got it. I’ll remind you.” 

Jack stands, knees creaking. “No smirking from over there either.” 

“No smirking.” Mac winces in sympathy at the sound. 

Jack pats Mac’s shoulder as he passes. 

“You were like my age when we met.” 

“Huh, I guess so. About a year older.” Jack grabs an ice pack from the freezer and returns to the living room. 

“I remember thinking you were ancient.” Mac reaches out to accept the proffered ice pack.

“Hey!” Jack withdraws his hand before the exchange is made.  

“At twenty-one you seemed old. Listening to the way you groaned when you got out of the humvee, that seemed a whole lot older than I feel now. Or at least older than I felt this morning.”

Jack nods in concession as he settles on the couch next to Mac and passes over the ice pack. Mac claps it on his knee. With a groan he raises his leg and positions it on a pillow.

“One day you’re able to sit all curled up like a pretzel, and the next you sneeze and can’t turn your neck for three weeks.” 

“I am almost sorry I teased you all these years.”

“Almost?”

“Well, I mean, compared to me you’re still like ancient. I have a few good years of teasing before it comes back to bite me.”

Jack opens his mouth to protest, then purses his lip. “You know, I’d grab that ice pack and run but honestly, watching you try to move that leg makes me hesitant to try it.” 

“It wasn’t fun.”

“Didn’t look like it was. Last thing we need is to explain to Matty how the both of us got taken out getting up from the couch.” 

Mac flops back on the sofa, blond hair splaying against the cushions. He drops his arm across his eyes. “That’s going to be almost as much fun as moving my leg.”

“I don’t envy that.” Jack leans forward with a grunt and scoops up the remote control. “Die Hard?”

Mac shrugs, eyes still covered by his arm. “Might as well. Don’t think I’m moving for a bit.” 

“Yippee-ki-yay.”

[kirkwallguy]

It's so jarring to see people treat Spite like some angry dog or silly little man when he's a demon. Like, every other game treats demons as untrustworthy, dangerous, and unreliable. Look at what one demon did to Redcliffe out of sheer boredom. I don't think being a demon specifically of spite should lessen how people react to him. Maybe I'm just overthinking it?

i feel like they're TRYING to show different cultures think of demons/spirits differently but the execution is just bad... if spite was actually threatening and taash and emmrich were the only ones to keep a cool head and knew specific ways to deal with him then that would be interesting, but just having taash go "bad boy!!! drop it!!!!" because spite is acting like a hecking chaos gremlin feels like it trivialises his whole deal.

so i guess in a way the fault is more with spite's characterisation imo? i kind of like the idea of emmrich trying to sympathise with a dangerous demon lol it's in character for him, but spite just does not feel like a dangerous demon so the entire thing falls flat

[owletstarlet]

(Alright, I just finished the no.6 anime fresh off the manga, and it isn’t bad but. The ending doesn’t land? I can understand why you’d want to end it like that for the *drama* of it all, and I can appreciate that, but. The final 2ish episodes english-major-brain was screaming at me But The Narrative! But The Character Development! Alas!

[scribefindegil]

tbh as many opinions as people have about Good Discworld Reading Orders, you're probably fine grabbing whatever book you first find in a used bookstore or on the library shelf; they're fast reads, and you'll be able to tell pretty quickly whether the writing style makes your brain start fizzing happily or not.

[nnnn99999]

The situation: Home is dead and Peach is crying on his deathbed.

Peach: I forgive you😭😭😭 I was never that mad at you in the first place😭😭😭😭😭

Me: BUT WHY????!!!!!! He literally killed you bro! Like I get you're really sad he's dead, I am too but I just can't get over the fact that you weren't even that upset at Home. Like bro you were sold when Home said he tried to call you. That's all it took for you to forgive him. Him trying to call you. Seriously. But he is your family so I guess I can accept it.

[stuffyflowers]

Ok final airing of grievances (maybe.)

Alphys and ceroba haters also r both obsessed with the idea that neither of them were punished enough for their mistakes/were forgiven too quickly and it drives me crazy. Haven’t they suffered enough. What would be gained from having a scene where their closest friends berate them for being stupid idiots or whatever you’re imagining. Genuinely.

[princehendir]

oh you're in act 3? how did the myrkul fight go for you?

Did it on the first try and was so proud of myself and then the cutscene started fucking up and the whole game crashed and I had to restart my steam deck. Which made me pretty mad. The next two times I played it were quite easy though.

[the-blue-phantom]

this year wasn't awful by any means but it did start out extremely strong with a classmate trying to get me fired/expelled for speaking in an office space and that basically set the tone for the rest of the year

[love-songs-for-emma]

my teeth hurt but i cant afford to go to the dentist. im enrolled in school this semester but i cant afford my tuition. im just not making money fast enough & neither is my mom. only feeling desperate now that my teeth are Hurting

0 note embarrassing post vibe but. if anyone can help At All,, my venmo is @ mia-semolina . thank u for even reading this. i hope u all are having a wonderful night & life. much love always ♡

[zayadriancas]

[souptomatostar]

least favourite ship for the warriors 20 questions, i think poppyfrost can do better </3 but really, i think they could've been a fine couple if it weren't for Poppyfrost being a rebound for her sister