#i have LOTS of feelings about them

[beestandsforbiancanottheanimal]

Thinking about how lonely Kageyama must have felt, probably accustomed to almost no one sharing the same passion for volleyball as intensely as he does. Always being a peculiar outcast in that aspect, likely cherishing it as something he used to share with his family when he was little, only for his sister to abandon him. Even then, he probably thought he still had his grandfather, only for the grandfather to pass away. Yet, he continued with the same dedication, not reducing the effort he put into the sport just because it was what he loved and something that connected him to his now-deceased grandfather. He probably didn't allow himself to properly grieve and overcome it due to this.

Worse still, this event serves to make him even more alone because his behavior starts to change, and it's evident that it changes drastically. His teammates, instead of being concerned and asking about it, preferred to get angry and leave him aside, to the point of getting him benched in a match. They practically ruined one of the few positive things in his life at that moment.

And how crucial it was for him to meet Hinata, someone with exactly the same level of passion and dedication, willing to play with him despite everything. Hinata saw his bad behavior and didn't reject him but adapted to it. Later on, he even helped Kageyama accept that part of himself, to stop living in constant fear of history repeating itself, and to embrace his role and attitude as the "king of the court."

Meeting Hinata and realizing that he is the person his grandfather promised must have been the first time in Kageyama's life that he felt 100% understood. As an autistic person, I can confirm how beautiful it is to meet someone and realize that they understand you, know who you are, and are probably mostly the same. Even in the aspects where you're not similar, it doesn't matter because they accept and love you just the way you are.

And now, he knows that he doesn't have to live in fear or feel like he doesn't fit in or that he'll always be alone in his bubble.

[bizzyizzyg]

Bones & Bones & Blood & Teeth

Ahhhhh anyways, Marcille/Farcille fic for the new episode

Spoilers for chapter 27 + episode 12

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There are 206 bones in the human body. 

Marcille would know, she was looking at all two hundred of them right in front of her. 

Or- was it? 

Her eyes were a little bloodshot, staring down at the- the… the woman beneath her. 

“27 per hand, 1, 2, 3…” 

Her fingers were stained, nearly black at this point from the cold dry air around her. Still, they moved with precision, pointing to each bone, each little piece before her as she counted. 

Recounted. 

“Tibia, fibula, femurs… how many was it for the-“ 

Marcille muttered to herself as she nudged a kneecap back into place, picking them both up and hesitating before swapping which side they were on. That looked… better. 

Who was she kidding? 

She counted each toe, each rib, all 24 vertebrae. Struggling to keep the sternum and clavicles balanced in the right places. It was frustrating, her fingers were numb but every time she lifted them to her mouth to breathe life back into them, she smelt the gore-soaked into her skin and went back to work. 

Setting her hand on the skull for a moment, Marcille’s thumb traced the cranial sutures. 

“We couldn’t find your ears...” Marcille muttered to the woman under her hand, a frown finding its place on her sunken features. “Sorry… but I doubt at this point a missing stapes or two will change the outcome.” A silent laugh left her throat and she made sure the skull was still in place, careful not to chip any teeth. 

The look on Laois' face when he found it was still on her mind, the sheer dread and panic that he had failed to hide that she now felt in turn. It made her shiver, closing her eyes for a moment to focus again. 

She counts each rib, unsure if she’s done it already, doubting herself if the scapulas are facing the right way. The names of each bone are burned in the back of her throat like a sick prayer as she goes over them again. 

There are two hundred and six bones in the body of the woman she loves. She knows, she’s held every single one of them. 

Marcille finally stands, numb to the elbows but she grips Ambrosia without falter. She steels her resolve and backs away from Falin to get in position. 

This has to work. 

“Okay… I’m going to begin.” 

[m34gs]

Sometimes…

Sometimes it’s not about if the horror is “objectively good”.

Sometimes you just wanna watch something fucked up.

And that’s ok.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

License to Kitty.

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

Physically? I am sitting in my bedroom. Mentally? Spiritually? I AM DEAD ON THE FLOOR!!!!! THESE TWO HAVE KILLED ME!!!!

(Another drawing! This was originally attempt #1 at drawing stan, and then fiddleford just showed up. Kinda feels like them five minutes after the above acting like nothing happened though, so it works sdjkgkjfshj)

[egophiliac]

don't think I'm not still obsessing over 7-12

[potato-lord-but-not]

ep 50 save me

[idontmindifuforgetme]

friend wanted to see my tumblr, and when i told him i can’t show it to him bc it’s basically my personal diary he went “oh so I can’t see it but a bunch of strangers on tumblr can??” he literally does not get me. no one will get me like the people in my phone get me

[peaceoutofthepieces]

i was rereading aftg and i always found it really interesting how andrew purposefully takes neil to talk to katelyn, and maybe it's because he doesn't trust himself ('take these or i'll use them') and even at that his acknowledgement that neil is the most likely to mitigate his violence is really something, but it's also insane when you think he knows he's having this conversation because he's just chosen neil, and is having neil there as a physical reminder, so every time he feels his resolve breaking neil is right there to remind him why it's worth it

like it's not just andrew having neil there so 'he'll intervene if this turns to violence', it's andrew being able to look at neil and feel neil with him and go 'this is why i'm doing this, this is what it gets me' and then proceeding to show neil just how much it means to him moments later ('no/that's why')

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The Wizard Cowboy War (Wizboys VS Cowards) continues on.

[bunny-bunny-boing-boing]

someone has got to know; you’ve got to know!!

CRT TVs are so weird and scary; they’ve been described as “cryptids” which sounds about right; they emit this weird high pitched noise which hurts slightly and i think just how did i exist that many years with it in the background (how did i exist that many years in the wrong gender!!)

the last time i saw a CRT TV in person was when i was in some derelict house and i had to get out of there. fast; the last time before that i had only known myself by my name a year—apart from family, everyone i knew then is no longer in my life, it’s like i’ve moved worlds

[inkskinned]

in internet posts it is easy to cut them out of your life. they are hurting you! they aren't listening to you!

they held your hair back. they lent you lipstick. they held your hand at the train station and got you home safe. they rounded on your bully, got loud, said get fucked, spitting-mad in your defense.

they also cut the hair off again. told you that you should really think twice before wearing something like that. took you for granted. took your insecurities and threw them in your face again.

you know logically it should be easy. all the internet advice comments always read it will feel better. like an equation - if a person is rotten, you just remove them. you pull the tooth that's hurting.

but it was never a big flare-up moment. you don't live in a sitcom. they never tried to take your boyfriend or steal from your apartment. they showed up to birthdays and they wrote songs about you and bring you water without you asking. once you found out they carry an emergency inhaler for you, even though you haven't had an asthma attack in years - just in case.

where is the line? people fuck up. sometimes they fuck up badly. sometimes people have raw personalities, like a powerline, and being around them is dangerous. addicting. sometimes they can't help themselves, but you know they're trying. sometimes they are just rough-around-the-edges. sometimes they don't even realize how they sounded when they said that. sometimes it's just - you've both loved each other for so long now, the way this thing hurts goes back to the root.

and that's the fucked up part. you have pushed your fingers against the sweetheart of memory. things these days are electric, tense, harrowing. they didn't used to be. there were a lot of good days in there. sometimes you want to just close your eyes and say can this be over yet? do we still need to be fighting?

doing that would give up any chance you get of getting an apology, but you don't always know that you need an apology, you love them. once they flaked on your birthday party. once they told you to get over it, people are always dying. they also let you crash on their couch for a week after the breakup, handfeeding you when you were so sad you couldn't eat. they are also judgmental about everything, occasionally react to banal statements with an attitude that is weird and fiery. they also love you like a lighthouse sometimes, so strong they cut the storm like lightning.

but the problem is that you might be storm. you might be the thing that needs breaking. what if you are two forces who are desperately, horribly drawn to each other, shaped by the other person's passions, and both good for each other and bad in equal measure.

what if you're both just people, and you're no saint neither.

just cut them off! swallowing the saltwater, you catch yourself in the mirror. you've been shaking more than usual. there's an ache in you that is oblique, loud, impossible to soothe. is this what it looks like? when life is "easier"?

your mouth will always have a hole, is the thing, if you remove the tooth.

[triona-tribblescore]

So, whats with the suit?

[angelscometrue]

Edwin was sacrificed using a book about magic and rituals. So after escaping hell he became an expert in all magic elements and acquired all the books about the subject. Using his magic knowledge to help people (see Niko, or the ghost in the pilot)

Charles was beaten to death by bullies. So he became the brawn, using his cricket bat to defend people. Beating up demons and violent people (see David,).

something about Edwin and Charles taking the thing that had killed them and making It their greatest weapon to help others.

[cardo-de-comer]

I want to replay Indika very bad lately

[themoonstonechronicler]

how about maybe we dont call transmascs who dont work super hard to maintain their appearance ugly thats it thanks