#i literally read this in his voice

[spirk-trek]

Poem and calligraphy by Ingrid Cross Drawing by Merle Decker Sun & Shadow Fanzine, 1980

The Vulcan Kind of Love

So often I feel his presence, warming my days like a fire. He commands; I follow...

From time immemorial it was so; Illogically, I find I would not wish it to be otherwise.

His love flows freely, takes form in human gestures: a smile, a touch, a tear.

I take it all so easily, never knowing how to thank him without giving offense.

My ancestral prison holds me back, my heritage and cursed pride allow no forbidden gestures.

Still, I find I need to answer him, for love not repaid becomes empty. Yet he makes no demands.

So my outlet is to offer comfort of the Vulcan form and style. I am always there for him: protecting, guarding, shielding.

The Vulcan Kind of Love.

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

one piece (live action) + text posts (pt 3)

(1 2)

[jinglejanglejinglejongle]

Harlan Ellison: *creates the most despicable machine in history* Behold. The Allied Mastercomputer. He hates mankind.

Fans: is he single

Harlan Ellison: w hat

[fluffyartbl0g]

Someone get this man a younger sibling that ISNT like. Twice his height.

[ronanlynchbf]

[hyohaehyuk]

Both Sam and Jacob imitating their coworkers/showrunners

wretchedsapphic: a moment for the rolin impression à la sam in honor of national rolin jones day

iownthen1ght: just jacob imitating ben daniels' voice for almost 2 minutes (and sam and the rest of the cast reacting to this 😂❤). Plus Sam patting Jacob's thigh twice

Video: The 92nd Street Y, New York - 'Anne Rice's Interview with the Vampire' Season 2: Cast and Creators in Conversation

[itsdefinitely]

hey don't cry. the jeri/rys will never be able to share simple human intimacy. they'll never get to hold hands. why are you crying louder

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven as read by Vincent Price at the beginning of The Raven (1963) dir. Roger Corman

[ceask]

My cat always scratches at doors at random times in the night. Usually around 2, 4, and 6am. That's because this little bitch doesn't have a regular sleeping pattern and takes power naps, and gets a little concerned when she wakes up at night and everyone else is just. Not there??? We're not walking around, we're not talking, we're in our rooms alone and we're sleeping??? My cat cannot comprehend it.

And you know who else takes power naps instead of sleeping at night? You know who I snatched that headcanon from? (Pretty sure it was Dark)

Dust.

Dust literally saves everyone from Killer's cats scratching at doors and waking them up in the middle of the night. His sleeping patterns coincidentally matched up with the cats. So when a cat is wandering around, it would usually just scratch into Dust's room and calm down. Bonus if Dust and Killer actually share a room, and when they go to sleep all the cats are with Killer and when they wake up they're all with Dust. (Upsets Killer to no end.)

Okay, from here cw/tw? for schizophrenia and a semi-detailed hallucination episode

With my headcanon that Dust has schizophrenia, this would be an absolute nightmare for him.

A symptom of schizophrenia is hearing voices and sounds that aren't there. His main hallucination would be Phantom, and I've read that the voices schizophrenic people hear are usually far away. Like they are literally in the walls/srs.

Now imagine Dust hallucinating Phantom, while also hearing cats scratch at his door. Do you know how badly it would fuck with him. He would hear a voice from the wall, and assume that someone is trying to crawl into his room and scratch open the walls. So he just sits on his bed and hyperventilates. Bonus if the episode would involve physical hallucinations, with hands roaming on his face, head, shoulders, neck. And then with the sound of the scratching his brain would automatically make him feel nails scraping at his arms and legs.

[baeshijima]

"let's go, rin."

what if this is where i met my end? what then?

[doctorwhoisadhd]

shoutout to both david tennant AND jemma redgrave for doing the voices in the dw audiobooks they read

[teddybeartoji]

hi mickey!!! i have some suguru thoughts i wanna share 😁 i think suguru is such an affectionate and sweet boyfriend.. he's so soft spoken with you, leaning down, practically PURRING into your ear when he talks.. and he's really touchy, always has to have an arm around you, and when you're both at home you best bet you'll always be on his lap or beside him or underneath him or on top of him 🤭

when you're both on the couch he purposefully sits in the middle, manspreading like crazy and refusing to move so you'll be forced to sit on his lap :3 his big arms will wrap around your waist and not even a few minutes in he's already peppering your cheek with soft kisses.. how are you even going to finish the series you're watching at this rate if he's always doing this ?! you're not complaining though.. especially when his hand slips inside your shirt and he starts gently kneading your tummy with his big warm hand teehee

thats all .. cuddly suguru 😁 runs away

OH MY GOD NONNNIEEE!!!!!!!!!!! SUGURU IS THE SWEETEST FUCKING BOYFRIEND EVER I LOVE HIM SOOOSO FUCKING MUCH!!!!!! AND YOU'RE SO RIGHT ABOUT EVERYTHING BTWW!!!! he is suuuuper super soft spoken i really feel like he never raises his voice ever like not even when you do happen to have a fight yk?? and the purring into the ear thing ohhh my godddd.... he knows exactly what he's doing too he loves to see you squirm lmao aand yesss!!!!!!!!! he always wants to be close to you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lets you rest your feet on his lap while he's reading!!!!!!!!!! and i feel like he really really loves holding your hand too,, he doesn't really say it but he looooves it!!!!! it makes him feel so safe<333333333

SITTING ON HIS LAPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111 HOOOOLY FUCK MY EYES JUST ROLLED BACK INTO MY HEADDD I NEED THAT SOOO BAD!!!! ohhh and he just loooves holding you there like he absolutely adores pulling you flush to him like that,, his chest is against your back and he's kissing your cheek and resting his head on your shoulder. maybe he's even reading the lines out with you just to fluster you some more yk? he's a little shit like that but we love him!!!!! cough he might uhh move you back and forth a little on his lap too cough HE JUST LOVES TO SEE YOU GET A LITTLE EMBARRASSSEDD OKAY HE LOVES IT SO MUCH HE THINKS YOU'RE SOOSO CUTEE>:333333333333

[autumn0689]

Im casually re-listening to the TOA audiobooks, and istg it is SO GOOD!!!

The humor is absolutely funny and the theme is more mature, especially with a character like Apollo/Lester Papadopoulos, who is a complex character who has done horrible stuff and good stuff and is learning to embrace his humanity.

His relationship with Meg is honestly so sweet, and the way that they grow to care for each other, and I love how they address Meg’s trauma with growing up with an abusive parent (well, ‘step father’ but Nero ABSOLUTELY doesn’t deserve that title) and how she grows as a person to the point of being able to confront him and telling him off.

I also love how it also deals with Apollo’s not so good actions, especially in the Tyrants Tomb. The antagonists are also amazing, with Nero’s ruthless nature, manipulating children for his own goal and being willing to BURN CHILDREN!! to Commodus’s over the top style that also has a cruel side to it as he is willing to slice through as many animals as he needs to and is willing to kill his subordinates on a whim to Caligula’s extremely paranoid nature, causing him to change guards so often in fear of being betrayed, while also being incredibly selfish and power hungry, willing to do whatever it takes to become the Sun God.

The story is about dealing with abusive relationships while also dealing with the trauma those relationships leave you. It also deals with learning to be a better person, and that you have the ability to change. It also deals with platonic relationships, and how meeting a person can change your life for the better.

This story made me laugh, made me ache in sadness, and made me fall in love with the characters.

Trials of Apollo is such a great series.

[narwhalandchill]

and while im having a certified actually alive moment let it be said that i have also been infected with the nikki bug 😌💕 peak game actually its soooooo whimsical and cozy

[acourtofquestions]

Rowaelin Chapter 41 Kingdom of Ash:

She'd rebuild it—what she had been.

Perhaps one last time, perhaps only for a little while, but she'd do it. If only for Terrasen.

Rowan swooped from the mast, shifting as he reached her side at the rail. He surveyed the night-black sea beyond them. "You should rest." She slid him a glance. "I'm not tired." Not a lie, not in some regards. "Want to spar?" He frowned. "Training can start tomorrow."

"Or tonight." She held his piercing stare, matched his dominance with her own.

"It can wait a few hours, Aelin."

"Every day counts." Against Erawan, even a day of training would count.

Rowan's jaw tightened. "True," he said at last. "But it can still wait. There are ... there are things we need to discuss." The silent words rose in his animal-bright eyes. About you and me.

Her mouth went dry. But Aelin nodded In silence, they strode into their spacious quarters, its only decoration the wall of windows that overlooked the churning sea behind them. A far cry from a queen's chamber, or any she might have purchased as Adarlan's assassin.

At least the bed built into the wall looked clean enough, the sheets crisp and stainless. But Aelin headed for the oak desk anchored to the floor, and leaned against it while Rowan shut the door.

In the dim lantern light, they stared at each other.

She'd endured Maeve and Cairn; she'd endured Endovier and countless other horrors and losses. She could have this conversation with him. The first step toward rebuilding herself.

Aelin knew Rowan could hear her thundering heart as the space between them went taut. She swallowed once. "Elide and Lorcan told you... told you everything that was said on that beach."

A curt nod, wariness flooding his eyes. "Everything that Maeve said." Another nod.

She braced herself. "That I'm-we're mates."

Understanding and something like relief replaced that wariness. "Yes."

"I'm your mate," she said, needing to voice it. "And you are mine."

Rowan crossed the room, but halted a few feet from the desk on which she leaned. "What of it, Aelin?" His question was low, rough.

"Don't you..." She scrubbed at her face. "You know what she did to you, to ..." She couldn't say her name. Lyria. "Because of it."

"I do know."

"And?"

"And what do you wish me to say?"

She pushed off the desk. "I wish you to tell me how you feel about it. If…"

"If what?"

"If you wish it wasn't so."

His brows narrowed. "Why would I ever wish that?"

She shook her head, unable to answer, and stared over her shoulder toward the sea.

It seemed like he would close the distance between them, but he remained where he was.

"Aelin." His voice turned hoarse. "Aelin."

She looked at him then, at the pain in his words.

"Do you know what I wish?" He exposed his palms, one tattooed, the other unmarked. "I wish that you had told me. When you realized it. I wish you had told me then."

She swallowed against the ache in her throat. "I didn't want to hurt you."

"Why would it ever hurt me to know the truth that was already in my heart? The truth I hoped for?"

"I didn't understand it. I didn't understand how it was possible. I thought maybe ... maybe you might be able to have two mates within a lifetime, but even then, I just ….." She blew out a breath. "I didn't want you to be distressed." His eyes softened. "Do I regret that Lyria was dragged into this, that the cost of Maeve's game was her life, and the life of the child we might have had? Yes. I regret that, and I wish it had never happened." He would bear the tattoo to remember it for the rest of his days. "But none of that was your fault. I will always carry some of the burden of it, always know I chose to leave her for war and glory, and that I played right into Maeve's hands."

"Maeve wanted to ensnare you to get to me, though."

"Then it is her choice, not yours."

Aelin ran a hand over the worn wood of the desk. "In those illusions she spun for me, she showed me variations on one more than all the others." The words were strained, but she forced them out. Forced herself to look at him. "She spun me one dreamscape that felt so real I could smell the wind off the Staghorns."

"What did she show you?" A breathless question.

Aelin had to swallow before she could answer. "She showed me what might have been—if there had been no Erawan, if Elena had dealt with him properly and banished him. If there had been no Lyria, none of that pain or despair you endured. She showed me Terrasen as it would have been today, with my father as king, and my childhood happy, and..." Her lips wobbled. "When I turned twenty, you came with a delegation of Fae to Terrasen, to make amends for the rift between my mother and Maeve. And you and I took one look at each other in my father's throne room, and we knew."

She didn't fight the stinging in her eyes. "I wanted to believe that was the true world. That this was the nightmare from which I'd awaken. I wanted to believe that there was a place where you and I had never known this suffering and loss, where we'd take one look at each other and know we were mates. Maeve told me she could make it so. If I gave her the keys, she'd make it all possible." She wiped at her cheek, at the tear that escaped down it. "She spun me realities where you were dead, where you'd been killed by Erawan and only in handing over the keys to her would I be able to avenge you. But those realities made me ... I stopped being useful to her when she told me you were gone. She couldn't get me to talk, to think. Yet in the ones where you and I met, where things were as they should have been ... that was when I came the closest."

His swallow was audible. "What stopped you?"

She wiped at her face again. "The male I fell in love with was you. It was you, who knew pain as I did, and who walked with me through it, back to the light. Maeve didn't understand that. That even if she could create that perfect world, it wouldn't be you with me. And I'd never trade that, trade this. Not for anything." He extended his hand. An offer and invitation.

Aelin laid hers atop his, and his callused fingers squeezed gently. "I wanted it to be you," he breathed, closing his eyes. "For months and months, even in Wendlyn, I wondered why you weren't my mate instead. It tore me up, wondering it, but I still did." He opened his eyes, and they burned like green fire. "All this time, I wanted it to be you."

She lowered her gaze, but he hooked a thumb and forefinger around her chin and lifted her face.

"I know you are tired, Fireheart. I know that the burden on your shoulders is more than anyone should endure." He took their joined hands and laid them on his heart. "But we'll face this together. Erawan, the Lock, all of it.

"We'll face it together. And when we are done, when you Settle, we will have a thousand years together. Longer."

A small sound came out of her. "Elena said the Lock requires—"

"We'll face it together," he swore again.

"And if the cost of it truly is you, then we'll pay it together. As one soul in two bodies.

Her heart strained to the point of cleaving. "Terrasen needs a king."

"I have no intention of ruling Terrasen without you. Aedion can have the job."

She scanned his face. He meant every word He brushed the hair from her face, his other hand still clasping hers to his chest, where his heart pounded a steady, unfaltering rhythm.

"Even if I had my choice of any dream-realities, any perfect illusions, I would still choose you, too."

She felt the truth of his words echo into the unbreakable thing that bound their very souls, and tilted her face up toward his. But he made no move beyond it.

She frowned. "Why aren't you kissing me?"

"I thought you might want to be asked first."

"That never stopped you before."

"This first time, I wanted to make sure you were ... ready." After Cairn and Maeve. After months of having no choices whatsoever.

She smiled despite that truth. "I'm ready to be kissed again, Prince."

He let out a dark chuckle and muttered, "Thank the gods," before he lowered his mouth to hers.

"You're my mate." Her words were a breathless rush. "And I am yours."

The world might have been burning around them for all she cared, all he cared, too.

"Together, Aelin," he promised, and she heard the rest of the words in every place their bodies joined. Together they would face this, together they would find a way.

Together we'll find a way, their mingling breaths, the crashing sea, seemed to echo.

Together.

[grumpy-aino]

Fairfax: Okay, so get this.

Fairfax: Your make ten meals, you're not a cook.

Fairfax: You make twenty paintings, you're not an artist.

Fairfax: But you kill ONE PERSON-