#i hope the quality isn't too destroyed for these because i will cry

[misiahasahardname]

i found a super old drawing tablet which, naturally, ended with me drawing women all day

[kindaoptimisticsquirrel]

Trigun Bookclub Trimax Vol13 Part2

Vol01: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3  | Vol02: Part 1 | Part 2

Trimax: Vol01 Part 1Vol01 Part 2 | Vol02 Part 1Vol02 Part 2 | Vol 03 Part 1 | Vol03 Part2 | Vol04 Part1 | Vol04 Part2 | Vol05 | Vol06 | Vol07 | Vol08 Part1 | Vol08 Part2 | Vol09 Part1 | Vol09 Part2 | Vol10 Part1 | Vol10 Part2 | Vol10 Part3 | Vol10 Part4 | Vol11 Part 1 | Vol11 Part2 | Vol12 Part1 | Vol12 Part2 | Vol12 Part3 | Vol13 Part1 | Vol13 Part2

Review for chapters 4-6 under the cut!

Chapter 4:

Oooh Elendira is removing her under gear! (is that the term? the restraints, as she said)

djsfas their height and body differences. If they weren't trying to kill each other they could be so cute together (they still are, just in a very deadly way)

It was long overdue that we really got to see how good Elendira really fights when she's giving it her all! Very cool pose.

I might just have not read so thoroughly, but I wonder where they got their information about the planet's state? Like, knowing about Luida...

...but also about Vash? Is this information they got from the hivemind look into Knives' plant amalgamation, or have did they have other resources I forgot, like listening to radio frequencies, or stuff? I'll be waiting to see if any of you guys have any better idea about this.

Oooh and he can feel Vash's aura. Really cool that you are first only shown Legato's reaction and the fog...

...and THEN the destroyed Legato-gadget (Legadget) which even makes him flinch.

AND BAM banger of a page. It's Vash with his black coat. I love love the idea to also turn the coat black, to change that design for this moment, to really show he's that much closer to death. And the pose oh my. Still...well not really standing. But head bowed low. Holding onto himself like in pain. Gun cast downwards like his power has lost him. And the myriad of bullets lying around him to depict how much he just used... I really just love black coat Vash. It's giving me emotions because it's the embodyment of his lowest point in life. It's so tragic... (and it also looks so cool)

RAZLOOOOO YESSSS ♥♥♥♥

Chapter 5:

Trimax is making me sometimes think my reading comprehension is bad but is...Razlo owing the debt to Livio? Is it not Livio who is alive thanks to Razlo?

Don't mind me, just putting these into my Crimsonfang collection.

My boy is having fun!!! <3

I really hope that they'll have Elendira grown up in season 2 of stampede (looks like that going by drawings we have seen!) and be her just as intimidating an opponent as here in Trimax.

Only high quality pages here, damn.

Chapter 6:

With how good of a fighter Razlo is, this must be one of the very few, if not the first occassion he's feeling something like fear for his life...

The vial!! The vial from Wolfwood! The vial given by Vash to save Livio! Wolfwood's vial!

Anytime Wolfwood appears after vol10 it deals -20 instant damage.

On the next pages Elendira states that they switched personalities again, so I tried to pinpoint the moment, as this looks like it! Razlo's eye is fading out, but in the next panel we have the eye on the reader's left, Livio's metaphorical half, being shown! Nicely done artistically!

Little emote Raz <:3

Aaah it's so cool that with vol10 the Razlo thing isn't just over, but we get more and it's being addressed again!

Aw I'd like to think that Razlo is crying because he's moved...like this is a big and important conversation for him too, and it probably means a lot to him that Livio apologizes again. And Razlo saying he's not good at this feeling stuff! Daww.

Not necessarily an intended parallel, but a nice one still: Both times judgement being cast from above. Wolfwood was struck by Chapel's gun fire afterwards but Livio can evade Elendira's nails! Not that I'm drawing a connection between Elendira and Chapel, I just think it's neat how we have these similiar pages for Wolfwood and Livio.

What I also really enjoy is that Livio manages to get back into the fight and keep up against Elendira not by miraculously getting stronger, but by teaming up with Razlo! It feels important to his character arc that this is what helps him in this most important battle. Before they'd done everything seperately, but now..!

Whoopsie. Elendira seems to have something up her sleeve that even Razlo isn't sure he'll be able to help. Now all he can do is trust Livio that he'll be the one to finish this for once!

Next and last chapters for this volume in the next post!

[by-anana]

Summary of Foggy Mind

Oh hello there!

It's been a while since I post something. I know... no one reads this, Still, I post and type what's on my mind right now. hoping someone can spend a bit of their time to read.

Honestly, this site is my safe space when my mind is in chaos. I go here to read or just browse some good quality pictures of EXO or try to write something when I'm not okay and save it to 'Drafts'. Hopefully, I can post any from my drafts soon. for now... I don't know. I'm tired and I really don't know what's going on with me even I know that my life right now circles at work, get home and pat my dogs and cat's head, a one day rest day, binge watch Grey's Anatomy and an everyday questions from my parents "what time is your work tomorrow?". how boring is that? I have no social life. I do message my friends just to spill what's on my mind and I only get is they already read my message. do they? I don't think they do, they are busy with their lives too and that's okay. So, yeah. I have no one to talk to.

Last January 23, 2024 I was on my last day of 'Vacation Leave' and I'm not really fine that day. I was confused, I don't understand what's really going on with me. to think that the next day I will be in reality again where I should get up from the bed and go to work. I'm really tired. but hey! I still take something in stride without any idea what will happen next. On January 26, my friend post on instagram about her Birthday last January 23. Our dear friend who is already living in London gave her a birthday cake. I feel so upset that I forgot her birthday. I have a reminder from a calendar on my phone but I didn't notice. Even I don't have a reminder for their birthday I know when is their birthday! but I'm upset that I don't remember her, I was on my phone the whole day while watching Grey's Anatomy, trying not to mind what's troubling with me that I don't understand. I don't greet her a 'Belated Happy Birthday' as I feel so bad. So, on February 10, our friend who I mention earlier too celebrates her birthday on February 10 but I don't greet her to be fair with the other. I think, they thought that I forgot them already.

As days passed by, I let myself roll with the punches again. I feel uncertain, demotivated to go at work. I don't know.

The day before Valentine's Day my manager asked me why I don't try to go on tinder to have someone already and I said "No" and my coworker just ask me out of nowhere to go on tinder and I said No again. As I am afraid of people already, I hate f-ck boys too, I'm afraid that I'm gonna meet that kind of person. I'm fine not having a boyfriend but seeing a lot of couples on Valentines makes me have a second thoughts but my mind slaps me with reality that I don't want to have someone, I'm afraid that people will leave me because it's me, I'm not pretty, I'm overweight, my teeth isn't nice, I have a chaotic mind that if ever I'll be comfortable to tell someone everything... they might feel drained and leave me. I'm afraid to have someone and I don't want people to destroy me again. So, I rather be alone and fight with my silent battles. I can live alone even when it's sad and hard.

Time check... 11:54 PM. I think I share a lot today. Maybe that's it? maybe I'll be back here when I cry on the bus again on my way home or when I can write everything down.

Ciao!

[jaxxs184]

Please be aware before you read this. I go over many different subjects, and these stories of my life can get very dark. I'm fine, but a story needs to be told.

Quality over quantity. We usually apply this knowledge to technology right. Do we apply it to people? I didn't. I was taught to treat people with kindness and good intentions but mama didn't raise no bitch. Everything that comes out of my mouth is real. “I always say exactly what I’m feeling, and if they don’t like me, that’s fine! It doesn’t change the fact that I was close to their hearts.” - Yuuki Konno

My kindness has caused so much me so much pain. I give my all every single time. My my, my body, my soul... Different time. Different people. Same outcome. My heart pounding due to anxiety and stress. My rage building. Ripping through all my defenses and all my walls. The instinct to protect myself in a dangerous situation. Once that instinct starts to show its ugly head. Run! You might take that as a joke or that I'm over exaggerating this. That monster isn't. I have no control when my rage takes over. It's not like people think. Your body moves and reacts on its own. I can't control that. A demon let out of its cage. Years and years dealing with those consequences. Remembering the aftermath, unable to function, and my eyes focused on the person in front of me. A person in pain. Because of me! How are you supposed to be a being that gives kindness and love when you've hurt so many people?!

Where I am? My room again? Why? Locked inside with no motivation. Afraid of hurting someone again. Wanting to live up to my potential, give people kindness again. I'm not able to figure out why I'm the monster all of the time. "You're the monster. You hurt them. You're the problem. But you know if you cut those pesky emotions off. " What's happens when you cut your emotions off? " You will become stronger. " Stronger? Will becoming stronger make all the pain go away? " Of course it will! " I didn't need any more than that.

My emotions were off. I was free from the pain! So I thought. You can't run from the lessons of life without consequences. Decades of rubbing dirt on it and picking myself back up. All my close friends saw a strong young man who could handle any situation and still be standing. I was broken but standing. Still standing. I am only able to hold myself together in front of them.

Once that door shuts, though. I'm locked inside my own mind again. Bottom of the bottle, an empty pack of cigarettes. Lost in memories that are truly nightmares at the end of the day. Reliving my pain, spiraling towards rock bottom. I'm screaming in silence because I can't let anyone see my pieces all over the floor! Praying. Wishing. I hope someone will come through that door! Waiting for a savior that never shows. Gahhhh! I don't need anyone! Or anything! I have me, myself, I.

Who knows when all that started. You lose track of the years when you're surviving. Mistake after mistake, but nobody ever taught you how to properly learn from your mistakes! I'm too afraid to tell anyone what I'm going through. There were so many failed attempts at crying for help. So many people are destroying me for being broken. I can't ask for help. I have to take care of myself! " That's right, take care of yourself. "

I learned that if you don't know how to properly take care of yourself, you'll never know how to understand the simplicity of life.

Isn't this a little much? I don't know. Those lines are blurred for me. Telling my story in anyway shape or form isn't pleasant, but I have to tell it. With the hope that someone somewhere sees this and can learn from my mistakes!

Those nights all alone. With an empty bottle of booze. Lost in my drunk mind listening to the walls speak. True isolation from the world. Fantasies danced through my mind, trying to remind myself of hope. In the end, those are just fantasies. Dreams I could never reach out and grab for myself. Hope turns to misery. Bottle after bottle now. My intake of alcohol is so high. It seems completely normal to me now. My friends and family who are still around are concerned. Concerned I'm drinking too much. Concerned I'm losing control. Oh, if you only knew how truly far I've fallen off the deep end.

I have no more care or concerns. Only death wishes by my side. So it begins. The drinking, smoking, drugs, sex and bad people to keep me company. The fights thrill me. The guns, the knives, the drugs, and the woman all have my mind perfectly distracted from all my problems.

Ehh, life. It's such a confusing brutal process. Don't worry, I'm doing much better now. I'm better than I ever have been. It just hasn't been an easy road, and I want to put it out there in my own way.

[anonfromtheflight]

WE FINISHED SEASON 2!

And my sister basically hated everything and everyone, except Simon and Wille, until the last second lmao She hated Marcus and the idea of a love triangle with a passion!

We also took a lot more breaks than when we watched S1. For starters, after episode 2, when Sara goes to August and they kissed? Had to stop because she got really mad at Sara. For context, she's also on the spectrum and we're best friends. We basically share one brain cell when we're together. She's the one I'd call for help, she'd bring the shovel and wouldn't ask questions. And I'm the same for her.

And she held to the hope until the last moment that Sara was going to get her scholarship to live at school and she would then tell Simon and when that didn't happen was SO disappointing for her. Especially because Sara fell in love with the one asshole who destroyed her little brother's life. And who my sister hated from the beginning lol After some heartfelt promises (between us to never ever do something like that) we kept watching but yeah, Sara was the lowest point of the season for her since she liked her a lot in S1. (And Rousseau's screen time! lol)

We also had to take another break when Wille kissed Felice but that was more fun because she basically went lIke "don't kiss Felice if all you really wanted was to kiss Simon, omg don't be an asshole Wille! I'M BEGGING YOUUU' to the point my mom came to check on us because I couldn't stop laughing at her reaction. Which was valid but hilarious lmao

Her favorite scene, hands down, was the Valentine's Ball scene! Even with sad Wille and sad Simon. Because finally the pain was paying off. She also caught the "they don't have names" all on her own. Basically because she hated Marcus and didn't believe for a second he was worth of having Simon's attention lol

(And omg this is my idk sixth? rewatch of Young Royals and I didn't notice that in the scene after Wille says he gets it, he is going to leave Simon alone now and right before Simon leaves the party to go after Wille the song literally says "never let me go, never let me go, don't go from my love" 😩😩😩)

Also my sister's comment after The Kiss™️: "Simon got lucky Wille's makeup it's good quality, he would've looked hilarious trying to look like he didn't kiss Wille thoroughly while singing with his face painted white" lmao

Was blown away by both Simon singing Simon's song and Wille not getting the meaning on his own lol Thinks "they're both major losers" but they're "her little cute losers and they deserve the world and each other!!"

OHHHH and after Sara found out Stella was in love with Fredrika, she screamed "I knew it!" Lol She's happy her gaydar isn't completely broken.

We also had to take a break after episode 5, got ourselves some beer and went to watch episode 6 lol

Commenting on Sara/August: I'm not gonna feel bad for the heterosexuals bleeeugh

The last minutes of episode 6: FUUUCK HE IS GOING TO DO IT, HE IS GOING TO DO IT LOOK AT HIS FACE! DETERMINATION! HE IS GOING TO DO IT OMG HE DID IT 😭😭😭 LOOK AT SIMON! BIGGEST I LOVE YOU TOO EVER FUCK THEM WHY AM I CRYING OMG I'M TELLING MOM YOU MADE ME CRY WITH YOUR LITTLE SHOW!!!

So basically a big success! She obviously wanted to harm me after I told her we have no news when S3 it's coming out D:

But loved the S3 clip too. And is happy Simon and Wille are happy.

OMFG it's super late but I wanted to post before sleeping while her comments are still fresh in my mind.

If I remember something else tomorrow, I'll edit it lol

Just finished watching season 1 with my sister (non-stop with a short break for dinner with my mom and one! bathroom break) and omg she liked it! Simon and Wilhelm are now her little sad Nordic gays lmao

She thinks Omar is gorgeous and has a bone structure to die for but is completely mesmerized by Edvin's nose and his sad eyes. And she's a sucker for sad eyes lol She almost never cries with TV but teared up right along with Wille in the end.

She thought Wille was cool and then a loser and Simon was cool, then a nerd and then a loser for falling for Wille's loser behaviour. They're cute losers though.

What else? Ohh she hated August on sight BUT the most hilarious part is that she knew this was a queer story between Wille and Simon but she thought Erik was also gay and closeted lol She has been lamenting her apparently broken gaydar now "it was the turtleneck, okay!" LMAO And she is never going to forgive him for going and get killed and leave poor Wille alone.

She wants August, Vincent and Nils to go die in a fire and basically hates everyone at Forest Ridge LMAO

OHH she can't believe Sara kept who uploaded the video from Simon there at the end and is absolutely sure she's going to tell him as soon as S2 starts 😬 She said no spoilers so I'm not saying anything but it's hard!!

All in all she really liked it, it's nothing like she thought it would be, it's blown away by wilmon's acting and their chemistry and by the quality of the story, since it's not the typical kind of queer representation we often see on TV.

It's almost 3am and we're going to start with season 2 now!

And I feel like I'm going to fall asleep any minute 🤣

Edited to add she also said Stella was one of her people, she's a lesbian, but I haven't told her her gaydar isn't completely broken yet, she's gonna be so smug haha

[nothing-but-dreamy]

HC: s/o is dying in their arms

A/N: So..... I got this request:

"If you have the time do you think maybe you could do a headcanon with the resident evil boys reacting to their s/o dying in their arms? That angsty stuff ya know?"

And, here you go! I took Leon Kennedy and Chris Redfield. Enjoy...?

Words: 3.135

Warnings: angst, mention of blood, mention of death, raw emotions (the whole palette; gender neutral reader

Leon Kennedy:

- before Leon even can react, the infected has bitten you, digging its teeth into your flesh what caused you to cry out in pain and in surprise because you haven't noticed it behind you at all

- Leon kills the zombie or infected or whatever it was Umbrella had created this time before he runs to you

- you are already coughing blood; you press your hand on the wound but you are already spilling the blood on your bulletproof vest - ironically that you thought a bullet would kill you when you are fighting against BOWs

- you see Leon's concerned expression and that is the only thing that is really hard for you in this moment - to see him suffer; he is the last one who deserves any of this because he is too nice, too lovely, too handsome and too precious

- because deep down inside of you, you know that it is over; this is the end of your journey; the BOW didn't just take a little bite to taste you - no, it took the whole buffet and a refill on top

- you already feel the virus spreading through your veins, nagging on the healthy blood cells to change them into something nasty, at least you imagine it to be like this; it is just a question of time what happens first: that you become one of these undead monsters on your own OR that you die of immense blood loss - internally, you hope for the second option because the last thing that should ever happen is that Leon sees himself forced to kill you

- Leon kneels next to you; he doesn't even care if he is already covered in your blood, the only thing he is trying is saving your life

- he tries to give you the anti-virus but you stop him what makes Leon even more furious, a state you barely have witnessed before from this skilled, composed but also cheeky agent who always has some funny words on his lips to make you smile

"Could you please keep still so I can help you?"

"Leon, n-no... just ... don't.", you breathe, stopping his hand while you get shook by new waves of coughing.

"YN, we don't have much time. So, please, be smart and listen to me just this one time.", Leon says composed but you already see the tears glittering in the corners of his eyes - these beautiful, bright eyes you will miss the most because they held the promise of your shared future in them.

"It... it would be just a- a waste..", you choke out, taking the anti-virus to throw it out of reach for Leon who stares at you in shock, "The blood lo-lo... the loss is faster than the virus. At.... at least, I- I'm not turning into ... into...", your voice breaks as you become short of breath.

- Leon already sits on the ground, ignoring whatever happens around him; it doesn't matter at all; he just sits down, pulling you onto his lap while enclosing you with his arms as strong as he can to pull you close to his chest, the place where you have been preferably when you two were together, spending quality time in bed together

- this time, it is the same; your hands already find their way to his chest so you can feel his heartbeat while you try to breathe and live a little bit longer; you fight till your last breath just to look into Leon's handsome face, framed by these always so soft fringes; that is the last wish you have to whatever entity that might be out there - that Leon's face would be the image that will burn into your mind that it will persist till you reach the afterlife

- Leon tries to stay strong for you but it is not working; the tears are already running free as he realizes that you are right; no help would be fast enough to save you; so, this is the last opportunity he has to say things; things he always had on his mind when he saw you, when he was with you but he never found the right moment to say them; Leon was sure he would have all the time in the world to show you what you meant to him if he wasn't able to tell you that - now, he had to realize that he was wrong

"Leon... p-please, look at me...", you plead softly, seeing his eyes is something you cling to as if they are the lighthouses which would guide you back into life.

Leon smiles weakly at you and strokes bloody strands out of your face, "Don't worry, you have my whole attention like always. I always had eyes just for you, sweetheart.", he whispers.

"Oh, n-no... y-you won't start now with the-these cheesy nicknames.", you choke out, accompanied with some more blood.

Leon chuckles softly about the fact that you are still the same, talking back like always, "Fight me. When you decide to leave me, I can decide to call you 'sweetheart' as much as I want.", he says and shows you your favorite smirk even through tears.

You chuckle, "Yeah, blame me for that, Kennedy.", you whisper.

Leon leans closer to you as he notices that you become weaker, even the grip of your hands becomes less, "There are so many things I always wanted to tell you and now, you... you-", but his voice breaks because no matter how tough he wants to be it is you he is losing right now. You are his partner as an agent and in life, working side by side and living even closer.

With your last strength, you raise your hand to cup Leon's cheek, "Then tell... tell me the most imp-important thing...", you say slowly to get the words out as clearly as possible.

Leon leans against your weak touch, already feeling how your skin becomes colder. You also start to shiver and he brings you even closer to keep you warm with the body heat you were always searching for, "The most important thing? That I love you, YN. I lost my heart on you the moment I met you no matter how frustrating you were with your trouble-making attitude. As we started to date, I was the happiest man on this planet and this never changed. You just make me so damn happy. I should have told you that so much earlier.", he whispers.

You smile weakly at him, "Better now th... th-then never...", you whisper. Actually, you want to say more but you can't.

Leon, who sees it, leans down, raising your chin with his forefinger softly lying underneath it so he can reach your lips for a longing, loving and caring kiss. He feels you responding to his lips. You kiss him back. He continues to kiss you with more force, with more emotions until he notices that there is no reaction from you anymore.

- Leon squeezes his eyes shut, leaving your lips slowly and resting his forehead against yours while countless hot tears are running down his cheeks; he covers you with his tears, a veil of undying love Leon carries for you

- he's clinging desperately on your lifeless body in his arms; his fingers are digging into your skin in hope to jolt you back into life but nothing happens

- he even sobs ugly and muffles the sound as he buries his face into your hair to take a deep breath of your scent for the very last time

- he just sits like this for no matter how long, embracing you, until medics come to bring you away - or at least, they try because Leon won't let go of you; only as another agent comes to remind Leon of the rules and the protocols they have to follow, Leon gives in and let go of you but just very reluctantly

- in the end, Leon Kennedy stands there, covered from head to toe in your blood with dark gleaming eyes and a grim expression on his face with the strong determination to destroy Umbrella and everything else which fault it was that he had lost the love of his life forever

Chris Redfield:

- as Chris hears the shot, it isn't just the sound of a bullet leaving a gun;

- it is the sound that will burn itself forever into his mind, into his memories and into his heart because the moment he hears it accompanied by your muffled scream, a big part of his life will change within one second

- Chris turns around and sees you slowly slumping down on your knees before you fall to the ground, lying on your side and gasping for air

- the Umbrella subject the team was chasing is already on the run with the gun still in his hand; two members of Chris' team are running after him, catching and arrest him

- but Chris doesn't care for the mission any longer as he sees you nearly unconscious lying on the ground, a puddle of blood already forming underneath you; seeping from the nasty gunshot wound in your body

- with long strides, Chris is next to you in just a few seconds; he throws his rifle aside; undressing the protected jacket he is wearing to press it onto your wound to stop the bleeding but he already has noticed that your aorta got hit; blood is already everywhere and still pouring out of you very quickly

"YN! Open your eyes! Now! That's an order!", Chris says serious and slaps softly on your cheek to wake you up.

Very slowly because you already feel weak, you open your eyes just to see his worried expression, "That didn't go as planned, right?", you choke out with a strained voice.

- The other members of the team are in some distance just watching helplessly the scene; the medic feels frustrated and angry because there is nothing he could do to help you; he already had seen that you will die within the next few minutes and in the way Chris treats you in front of everyone, the medic knows that Chris is aware of your death as well

- Chris knows what such a wound means and so, he doesn't want to waste any precious moment with you; you, the one person he kept the closest to himself; it were against a bunch of rules to start something with a team member and Chris always was dutifully enough to stick to the rules until you showed up; you changed the game the second Chris had laid his eyes on you;

- you were the best explosive expert he could ask for; your personality was just as spicy as your grenades and first, Chris thought you were just toying with him but quickly, during a mission where the two of you had to save each other asses, he realized that you weren't just flirting out of fun instead, you really wanted him; Chris was sure with his assumption as you were kissing him;

- that was you and your character - cheeky, playfully, bubbly, maybe a bit too over the top but straight forward if you really wanted something; mostly when you wanted him

- all this is swirling through Chris' mind as he kneels next to you, scooting you up into his lap to have you closer; he doesn't care if someone sees the two of you; he already expected your relationship to be an open secret to the other members of his team; they all knew about the two of you and secretly, they were all shipping you two so hard; destroying any kind of rumors in the beginning to protect the two of you and that no superior would notice the tiniest bit

You look into his beautiful but concerned eyes, "Chris, I'm sorry, I fucked up.", you whisper, your voice is layered with pain and agony; you even try to move but you give up as you already feel your body becoming numb

"Shh, everything will be good again, you will see. Don't worry.", Chris whispers and strokes softly over your back. He's lying, he knows it, you know it, the others know it, but no one cares; you know he needs that to stay strong for you or otherwise he would break in front of you;

- no matter how tough Chris Redfield seems to be on the outside, you know how soft he is on the inside; you discovered this side on him very quickly because he couldn't keep up his resistance in front of you; this tough, tall and broad guy turned into a soft, passionately and cuddly teddy bear in your hands and you wouldn't want to have it differently

"Yeah, you know, Captain, there are still a few things I wanna do with you.", you say low with a soft smirk, using your favorite 'nickname' for him to produce a weak smile on Chris' lips; you always used his military rank as a teasing nickname when you two were in bed, knowing exactly that it turned him on to get called that from you in a sexy voice

"What things do you wanna do? Tell me so we can plan something for the next week. We all need a break.", Chris asks, his voice just a whisper because he can't speak louder anymore or otherwise the raw emotions would take control over him completely.

"Showing you my home town. My mother wants to meet you so desperately.", you say before you hissed with pain, "You know, I told her a few things about you."

"Oh, already? I had no idea you're so serious with me.", Chris says, his voice heavy with tears while he strokes beads of sweat out of your face.

"Obviously, I fell in love with your sexy ass and now, there's no turning back anymore for me because I just love you, Chris.", you whisper weakly, one single tear is running down your cheek because the last thing you want is to leave this incredible man forever.

- that you address him by his name is almost too much for Chris to handle because you just do it when you talk about important, serious things; he swallows thickly because your confession is everything he always wanted to hear no matter how sure he was to have you; to hear these three words coming from your lips was everything Chris was longing for and now, as they came, he would have done everything to switch these words with your life to keep you by his side a little bit longer

Chris pulls you even closer, "I know you will hate it to hear but I won our bet that you would say 'I love you' first. Gotcha.", Chris breathes, nudging your nose with his and now, he even can't stop the tears anymore from running freely down his cheek, soaking his shirt and even your combat clothes

The blood loss is already too heavy and so you claw your hand into Chris' shirt to pull him down to you because you can't move properly anymore, "I can handle losing this silly bet because I already got the jackpot of my life a long time ago.", you breathe before you connect your lips with Chris’ for the most passionately and longing but at the same time desperately kiss the two of you have ever shared.

- all the love you feel for this soldier is lying in your lips which are getting colder with each passing second. Chris' lips are hot against yours, the stubble he sports as a beard, because you like to see it on him the most, is already wet with heartbreaking tears; you try to deepen the kiss but the dizziness in your head is already too much; Chris encloses your face with his free hand, supporting your neck with his long fingers and kisses you stronger than before; your tongues are caressing each other lovingly before Chris breaks the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours

- You feel Chris' warm breath fanning over your face while his heart is racing under your weak grip of your hand. You hate to see him suffer like this, knowing that he has to live with the pain to lose you, to be alone again. You hope he finds someone else even if you already know that Chris will have a tough time while coping with your death, maybe even using your death as the cause to start a vendetta against Umbrella and everything they do.

Your vision becomes slowly blurry and the edges of your sight are already black, "Chris, promise me that you won't do reckless things...", you choke out, followed by some coughing.

"Stay by my side and I won't do anything, I promise.", Chris whispers, offering you a solution.

"I will always be by your side, Chris. I will be watching over you.", you breathe before Chris kisses you again until there is no more reaction from you.

- Chris rests his forehead against yours, clinging to your dead body and crying silently with closed eyes; his face is a mask of pure agony and despair while he grit his teeth; his veins are filling with anger and hatred for what has happened to you; he still can't believe that you are gone, that you have left him just like this, leaving him alone in this crazy, cruel world of living nightmares

- the team is speechless about the whole scene; to see these two lovers getting separated far too early hit all of them; just the medic is able to function, knowing what kind of protocols they have to follow; the medic tries to get Chris away from you but the huge Captain is not moving; so, the three others have to drag him away from you with all the power they can find

- reluctantly, Chris let go of you, standing up with shaking knees; while he tries to catch his breath, his eyes are landing on the suspect who had shot you; before someone of the others can stop him, Chris, feeling like a blank nerve, storms over to him, pushing him up against a wall, beating into the man's face what brings him down to the ground with a bleeding nose and eyebrow; Chris even wants to kick him but the team mates can hold him back, bringing him away so he can cool down somewhere else

- but Chris won't ever cool down again; he promises to himself to use your death as the fuel to keep the fire burning to fight until the last BOW and even Umbrella would have paid for what they had done to you

- You didn't want him to do something reckless but Chris wouldn't do anything reckless, he would be merciless till the moment he would see you again

[marley-manson]

☕️! Maybe like each season of hannibal? In order of goodness or maybe any favorite episodes, and also, how did you feel about devilman crybaby if you watched it? And the miki's as characters, hopefully these are fun ones!

Thank you for asking <3

I think in order of somewhat objective quality it goes season one -> season 2 -> season 3. In order of my personal preference it goes season 3 -> season 2 -> season 1 lol.

So like, I think season 1 is very consistent tonally which gives it an edge, as well as being seamless plot-wise, and seeding subtle, excellent character stuff. It took me like 4 watches to feel like I fully understood what happened, and I consider that a good thing because it is completely coherent and not contradictory, it's just... unexpected, and effectively obscured. That said, it's my least fave because while it has possibly my favourite ep (Sorbet) it's just not quite gay enough yet.

Season 2 is fantastic but imo stumbles slightly in the second half, it comes too ungrounded and the vibe gets a little weird around the murder furry episodes - which isn't a bad thing on its own, but in comparison to the rest of the season it feels a little out of place. The plot is good but a little shaky and thematically muddy (Will's post-encephalitis clarity vs whats-her-name's brainwashing, the parallels that don't really come to anything and end up contradicted 2 eps later, eg).

On the other hand, dear god do I love Will falling for Hannibal while fantasizing about murdering him, Tome-Wan is incredible, Mizumono is incredible, Chilton is incredible, it's so delightful, so fun, so homoerotic, the second half with Will manipulating Hannibal in contrast to season 1 is *chef kiss* and then in parallel to Hannibal also being unable to follow through properly bc of his feelings...

Season 3 is a fever dream, with incredible highs and a few lows. It no longer even offers the pretense of being grounded, it's just flying off the handle, and it's delightful, I adore it, but yk, it's a little flawed because of it, and the plot details don't always make perfect sense, and the character motivations are sometimes... pretty iffy. Also I have a lot of resentment towards Alana's "bone marrow got into my brain so I'm different now" line because come the fuck on, you don't need an explanation for her character shift - trauma and betrayal is the explanation, it's organic, why would you add that in??? I hate artificial explanations for basic character development sfm lol. But that's minor comparatively.

Season 3 is my favourite because it's a double gay romance, Hannibal and Will are both disasters with and without each other, Hannibal throws away his ideal life to live in prison in the hopes of seeing Will again someday, Will throws away his ideal life to get murdered with Hannibal by the guy who only kills families, all of Digestivo exists, "You're gonna eat him... with my face." It's all so good. High Bedelia, Jack destroying Hannibal, romantic parallels everywhere, "Is Hannibal... in love with me?" Hannibal splitting for the first time when he sics D on Will's family, craving change, "I gave you a child, if you recall," I just. There will never be a show as perfect as this again.

Also my favourite episodes are Sorbet, Tome Wan, and Digestivo.

Sorbet is the perfect Hannibal episode, it's all about how strongly he feels, how emotional he actually is (it opens with him crying at an opera performance hello), how much he loves life, yet how lonely he really is. The Franklyn/Hannibal parallel is my favourite piece of writing ever fuckin put to screen I s2g.

Tome Wan is fantastic, it's the Murder Husbands episode, Will is in control here, and now that he's finally in control and able to get his revenge on Hannibal finally he saves his life instead. It ends with Will literally telling Hannibal to tell Jack he's a serial killer and Hannibal agreeing. That's now Will's - successful til he hangs out with Freddie - plan to catch Hannibal: "Go tell the head of the FBI you're a serial killer and I promise I'll run away with you." "Okay sounds legit."

Digestivo is just incredible. It's so fucking fun, so funny, and it ends with Hannibal - in counterpoint to the book its adapting in which he kidnaps and brainwashes Clarice - tucking Will into bed, trying to turn back time and unkill Abigail while waiting for him to wake up, and then turning himself in and going to jail. Come on. It's perfect.

I'm gonna put the Devilman stuff into a new post so I can at least post this tonight lol. I'll @ you in it.

send me a ☕️ and a topic and i’ll talk about how i feel about it

[something-tofightfor]

One of the good things Golddigger did (don't throw bricks at me for complementing something about it 😂) is that the show for better or worse decided that Benjamin and Julia's relationship should be for their own sakes. Benjamin wanted someone stable and established and the matron persona was something he found safe. Julia has been a caretaker all her life but needs someone who is going to appreciate those actions and isn't a spoiled brat like her other kids so Benjamin worked for her. They have their issues and that relationship has a lot of loose ends that never got addressed in the movie, but I did appreciate how they showed two people trying to create a new and unconventional family unit for themselves

I loved Gold Digger, don't get me wrong! I just think that there were zero redeemable qualities about Julia no matter how you spin it, and she spent the entire series trying to mold Benjamin into another person she could control by promising him things and doing things for him and then makinf him feel guilty for accepting.

He might have found parts of her 'safe' and comforting, especially in their down time and when it was just the two of them, but whenever they were with anyone else, it seemed like everything she did was a show, and was designed to throw him off. Julia might have been stable financially, but she was not stable mentally. She was not stable emotionally (neither was he), and they were NOT a good match, because in the end, it was always going to be her way or the highway. Her other kids were spoiled brats because she RAISED them to be. She allowed them to grow into the adults that they became, and I feel like it was BECAUSE she spoiled them their entire lives and gave them everything they wanted. Della and Patrick likely acted out because of what they saw and knew about her ex and that relationship, but Leo? She babied him. BABIED him even as an adult because she was so desperate to be loved and needed by someone and before Benjamin came into the picture, Leo was her last hope. She tried to control everyone, and like I said a LONG time ago, respect and admiration has to be earned, and I don't think she did ANYTHING (that we saw in the show) to deserve the respect from anyone - viewers or the other characters - especially from Benjamin . She made him feel guilty about everything. She destroyed his possessions. She isolated him from his friends by having him move out into the countryside. She forced him into interactions with her family VERY quickly. Obviously he had a say in some of this, and could have said no when she asked him to move in ... but his options were limited, and I think that while he might have loved what she could PROVIDE for him, that's where it ends for the most part. I'm not saying that a relationship of that nature couldn't work and shouldn't be an option ... I'm saying this specific relationship wasn't a good one. I truly believe that while he might have loved her - parts of her - for what she could provide for him, he wasn't truly in love with her. I think Kieran's tirade had some merit. I think that he would have been less likely to stick around without the money situation being what it was. Not because he was literally targeting her for her money the whole time, but because to him, the idea of being comfortable and safe and not on the verge of eviction outweighed her crazy. There was clearly a rough edge to him - we saw it in the way he was with Keiran and with Patrick at the end of episode 6. We saw it even with Leo at that dinner. Benjamin might have had some issues, but he wasn't as nice as a lot of people thought he was.

I feel like no matter what I say, we're going to end up on opposite ends of this - because the whole time I watched the show, I WANTED it to come out that he was using her. That he was in it for the WRONG reasons, because Julia was so goddamn MANIPULATIVE of every single person in her life and then WANTED people to feel for her and appreciate her whenever it suited her? No. Do not pass go, do not collect $200. She didn't deserve it.

I will say, though, that Benjamin manipulated her, too - but I think his manipulation (most times) came from a real, emotional place. The panic attacks, the crying, the fear - he couldn't control a lot of that, and while it's still manipulative to keep bringing things up in times of distress, at least there were instances when his his emotions weren't manufactured - unlike Julia's.

[ketzwrites]

3 and 22 with either 48 or 79 (or both). Magnus + Camille (non-current relationship, something that shows there's a past, strings that are still attached, it's wasn't and isn't always ugly, non-one dimensionally evil and hateful) (sorry, I don't know if you have a notp writing list!!)

Alright, nonny. Before jumping on the drabble, I want to thank you for this prompt. Magnus x Camille is a notp when they are written in a healthy relationship, romantic or platonic. But this? Giving depth and meaning to their intense, awful, messy relationship? Giving it dimension and texture?

That is the kind of thing I want to write about. This is what makes the characters interesting, what makes them worth reading about. So thank you for this opportunity.

I hope I’ve made this justice. 

Warnings: Past Camille x Magnus. Mention of Suicide.

Past Magnus/Camille: “Am I dead?” |  “Look at the sky.” | “You know, it’s okay to cry.” | “I think you’re just afraid to be happy.”

There was a certain beauty to Idris, one that Magnus had learned to appreciate over the years. That was always what he tried to focus on whenever he was asked to go there, and this time wasn’t an exception. The Clave had requested a Truth Potion, to be brought by him personally.

And since they were paying him handsomely, Magnus obliged happily. He could endure the Shadowhunter’s brightest and best for an hour if that paid for his next vacation with Alec. Magnus had endured much more for much worse.

Of course, he wasn’t expecting to be conducted to the cells and be asked to administrate the potion himself.

An hour turned to three and Magnus was beyond done with that entire realm.

When he was finally dismissed, Magnus was in a horrible mood. He had lost a meeting with an important client and there was no way he was going to make it to his last appointment to the day. At that point, Magnus’ day was lost.

And he was going to charge it. Every minute of it.

Magnus blinked, realizing he had been wandering around the cells in his anger. The galleries went down and beyond, turning darker at every step, and Magnus snapped his fingers to conjure some light. He had to find his way back in order to open a portal back home. Since some downworlders were kept in those crypts, portals or any kind of magic that would allow a warlock to escape was blocked.

Down there, there was only the scum of the Downworld. The very worst. And many of them were sent there by Magnus himself.

But only one of them had really meant something. Only one of them had hurt. Only one of them mattered. And she was looking right at him.

“Magnus,” Camille Belcourt said in a whisper. Even in dirty rags and a mess of a hair, she was still beautiful. There was a predatory quality to her, something that went beyond her vampire nature. In fancy clothes or covered in blood, Camille’s presence was always felt. “Am I dead?”

“No, my dear,” Magnus said calmly. She was sitting at the back of her cell, unnervingly still. “You’ve told me once a mundane seer had seen your death. That it would be a sudden death. It’d take you by surprise.”

Camille stared at him and her eyes didn’t show anything. Not until she smiled with fondness. “I remember. You gave me that necklace, then. The one that glowed when demons were near. The most beautiful gift anyone has ever given me.”

Magnus sighed. “But you gave it to the Clave. As a bribe to get rid of yet another violation.”

“And now it’s dangling on the neck of a pretty shadowhunter.” Camille tilted her head to the side. “Because you gave it to her. The necklace is just like us, dear. Time passes by, moving from one person to another, but it stays. It will always endure.”

The necklace was destroyed, its gem, in pieces. But Magnus nodded and crossed his arms over his chest. He wondered when did he start to take such a defensive position near her. Probably not soon enough.

But then again, whatever they had, it hadn’t always been so horrible, so destructive. Magnus still remembered when he first met Camille, at a meeting in the London Institute. He remembered her irreverence, her wit. How she had bent the shadowhunters with a word and a smile, how she never caved to their revolting demands.

It took a single meal for Magnus to fall in love with her. It took them another decade to get together for the first time. And what a time that was. Back then, everything seemed so urgent and yet, so insignificant. Magnus had given his mansion in exchange of a necklace and then celebrated for an entire night. Camille had danced with him until the first ray of sun came out, laughing and kissing him with delight.

Look at the sky, she had said that night from the safety of the heavy drapery’s shadows. Do you see the light, my dear? Do you see how it shines? I want you to know I do not miss it. Not when I can see the sun in your eyes.

“I hope you’re right. I hope we endure.” Magnus touched the bars, running his fingers down. “I don’t regret sending you here, not when it saved Raphael. But I do not want you gone.”

Camille nodded. She had always been choleric, quick to love and even quicker to anger. But now, she just sat there in serenity. Months in a cell wouldn’t have broken her. Magnus would be surprised if she even felt they pass by.

But in the darkness, there was only the two of them. No need for masks, no need for games. They were over that. They had been for years. Now, there was nothing they could do to hurt each other.

“You’re so good,” Camille said eventually. What surprised Magnus was that there was no scorn in her voice, no mockery. It was but an observation. “You’ve always been good. Even when the world is cruel, you are not. And you could be, Magnus. I’ve seen it in your heart. It’s a choice you make every single time. I wish I could love you for that like I once did.”

No. It was not love that lingered between them. Magnus didn’t know what was it, why he still cared. But he knew he did.

“You could make this choice too. You used to, more or less. You fought for your kind once, for all of us.” Magnus inhaled deeply, looking at the way Camille shook her head. “But you don’t anymore, because you are afraid. Afraid it will make you lose your power. Afraid it will make you care. My dear Camille, I think you’re just afraid to be happy.”

She sneered at that. “Please. Happy like you and your boy toy? For what? Just to have it taken away from me? To suffer again and again, forever? Not all of us can be like you, Magnus. Some of us give up and cannot be talked back from it. Some of us don’t care anymore. I don’t want to feel anything. I forgot how to do it and I do not want to remember.”

A lie. Magnus could see it clearly, not only on the way her voice wavered but in the tears in her eyes. Red tears of blood. “You know, it’s okay to cry. You’ve told me that when I needed to hear it the most.”

“Go,” Camille said. “Leave me be.”

But Magnus stayed. He sat down by the bars. He listened to her sobs. He stayed by her side, like once she had stayed by his when he too thought there was no reason to live anymore. Magnus didn’t say anything, didn’t promise it would get better, didn’t try to make her feel better.

Because that was what they did. They endured and they always would. 

[irmise]

But that's the beauty of fanfics isn't it ? Take us so far into the fiction that we could almost see the scene playing in front of us !

I would go watch the preview of the latest sci-fi movie Machine Heart by @jonesywritesfictionarc and I would probably pay the IMAX supplement hoping that the fight between Jadis and Michonne is as great as critics say.

And yes I will pay too to see the meeting between Ares and Nike in The TWD Chronicles by @yellehughes because the story of fallen gods locked in human bodies is made for the big screen.

A dark thriller with a romance between a criminal and an undercover agent, a movie so intense and with so many twists that it's impossible to predict the end (and if it will be a happy one) ? Sous Couverture by @siancore starring Andrew Lincoln and Danai Gurira with Kevin Costner too ? Who would not pay to go watch this movie ? The intensity of each scene between Rick and Michonne will totaly be worth the months of waiting between the first trailer and the release of the movie.

I can easily imagine myself going to watch Tennessee by @cake-by-thepound and try not to sniff too loudly so that the people next to me don't realize that I am crying and praying that my eyes are not too red and swollen when it'll be time to get out.

I could easily stay glued to the screen watching these dramatico romantic movies Find My Way Back by @fikfreak or Cowboy Romance by Inkslinger21 with tissue in hand because I know for a fact that I would cry at the first musical note of one of the many scenes particularly intense between Rick and Michonne. I mean Andy playing the hospital scene when Rick finds out what's happening to his wife in Find My Way Back ? I'd be a mess.

I can see a TV adaptation of the Sympathy for the Devil Saga by @thebaetide . I'd like to see what the story of this family would look like on screen and I think it would easily become my favorite family show as I love the dynamics that Thebaetide created between the characters.

I imagine discover on Netflix the new show Game Changer about this fallen baseball player who is trying to restore his reputation. I don't want a movie, I want a tv show !! Soooo I invite you to think about season 2 @tigerwalk3 lol !!

And if Amc would finally offered quality spin-offs with original scenarios and if it didn't have destroyed my favorite family on purpose, I would be the first to watch the new spin-off following the Grimes family journey 20 years after AOW : Prodigal Son by @can08writer .

And I could continue all day on fictions made to be movies.

Question for the fandom: If you could watch a movie based on a Richonne fanfic, which would you choose and why?

While there are many fics out there, I have to go with one of the first stories I read: What Makes a Family? by @jedi-master-aurora because it’s beautiful and evokes so many emotions; also, Rick and Michonne’s nicknames for one another are the cutest.