#i regret to inform you

[dadvans]

have you ever seen anyone SO married in your entire life that it hurts your feelings

[yuruwo]

Gay bitches

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Im once again crying to an NCT Dream song, guys

[tiredwoodnymph]

Oh wow another cool looking show

[superfluouskeys]

i’m sorry the “top posters club” badge is for 100 posts skdnfsdnjfsdnjkfknjfnjkf

[itcantbe]

Honestly I find the argument against zelink as a ship is that it’s “incest” is hilarious. Did … did you think that was gonna be a deterrent?

[thelingering]

for some reason my first response was "that is DELICIOUS"

anyone here know what a fractal is?

[mysticdeath]

… hope, ༶ you’re not dying today. — @hcpemikaelscn.

was it a rite of passage? a family trait handed down like fine linen through generations, from one woman to the next before she had even reached the age of 18 : this ability to learn to wear the crown of despair like a queen? — hope's words hang in the air, a fragile promise wrapped in desperation and kinship, echoing in the dim, cavernous room that smelled only of damp earth and ancient blood. rebekah can only blink at them, her breath caught in her throat. death, she had realized, was a familiar taste on her tongue. and yet, hearing hope say it aloud, it felt like a betrayal. one of time itself.

rebekah had long since made peace with her end. countless times over the centuries, resigning to the cold embrace of it, only to be dragged back to life by the chains of family, duty, love … but not this time. this time she could feel it— the cold breath of eternity slipping closer, coiling around her bones. only hope's eyes— her father's eyes —stare back at her, fierce, blazing with mikaelson defiance. you're not dying today.

her sweet niece, her little one. how could she be so sure when rebekah herself could feel the pull of her body faltering. the pain that had worked its way into her chest like an iron stake slowly twisting and winding, wedging deeper and deeper beneath the cage of her ribs. she had fought this war for so long, too long. running and hiding; vowing revenge, fighting for love, longing for peace. all of it. she was tired. the kind of weariness that settles into your marrow after centuries, after seeing the rise and fall of empires, after watching the faces of lovers and enemies alike blurring together in distant memory. "you don't have to do this. i've lived more than long enough, hope. there is peace in letting go."

her eyes flutter, vision blurring as she tries her best to focus on hope, this strange, beautiful child who had become a woman before her very eyes. a woman forged in fire, tragedy, and loss. it hurt to see how much of klaus' rage lived in her veins, how much of hayley's stubbornness curved her jaw — rebekah's fingers curl against the rough stone floor, her strength slipping through them like water. the ancestral magic, that dark, pulsing force that had cursed her blood, was gnawing away at her. ripping through her immortality as though it were nothing but silk being shredded by claws. "my brave, beautiful girl, it's okay."

when hope had been born, rebekah had swore to protect her, to love her in the ways their father had never loved them, in the ways that niklaus had failed to love anyone without strings attached. she had cradled hope as an infant, whispered promises into her downy hair, promises to give her only a world of peace, of happiness, of love. yet here they were … once again drenched in blood, their lives bound by spells and curses, by hatred older than the roots of the world itself. and while death itself had never truly frightened her, not really. the idea of leaving hope, this wonderful girl behind who carried the weight of their fractured family on her shoulders, was a different kind of terror. "it's okay."

| | | | 🩸 — vampire diaries 2.12 - 2.22, accepting.

[gayraccoonthing]

Sorry but I am going to update my intro and pfp

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Netflix’s All of Us Are Dead (2022 ‒ ) dir. Lee Jae Gyoo

[canisalbus]

They need a bigger bathtub.

[bugeyedfreaks]

she’s hard to please when it comes to her plans 😭

[marisatomay]

always thinking about that tweet that’s like “taylor swift’s shenanigans and easter eggs are keeping millions of women from falling for qanon”

[elizabethswitch]

little dude I am not the Supernatural fan of this power couple.

In made an Hall of the mountain king edit in honor of this batshit insane post (for which i may or may not be partially responsible, too) by @one-time-i-dreamt, enjoy :)

[doctorsiren]

Phoenix Wright as Sailor Moon because @pinkhibiscustea drew Edgeworth as Tuxedo Mask :3

[dragonsbluee]

So I've recently been re-reading TCF And chapter 196 is such an excellent example of how Cale interacts with the people around him, how he views himself and how they view him. This is also at the point in the novel where he hasn't really accepted that he is Cale now, not KRS, because he doesn't feel like he can.

So anyway, we start the chapter seeing the people of Rain City react to Cale's shield and they say something important!

"Won't he faint is he uses such a large shield? Why doesn't he just activate it when the northern bastards come?" "Can't you tell? He doesn't want to see us or the territory getting hurt at all."

At first, I thought this was just the regular drama of people reacting to Cale, but then Choi Han, the kids, and Ron tell him he's being ridiculous, and I realize the townsfolk are right.

The Wyvern Battle is only the 2nd or 3rd major battle Cale has been in so far but only as Cale. As KRS, he's done this before, and having read later chapters, we know Cale holds so much guilt over those battles and how he wanted to keep those he cared for away from it all but couldn't. After all, record only gives him information to guide them and make plans; he often couldn't physically protect them. How many times has he defended a shelter or teammates and wished he could have just covered them all with a shield instead of giving commands from the back? We know how guilty he feels over Choi Jung Soo and Lee Soo Hyuk's deaths.

He knows he doesn't have to keep it up, and he's the one who spreads a rumour that it's taking all of his energy, but he's already considering himself a "bad person" for taking military command and only giving orders. (except that's what it means to take military command?) There is absolutely another motive for keeping the shield around the city. Cale wants the opposing forces to view him as weakened, or he doesn't want people to think his power is as strong as it is. However, at the same time, he's absolutely protecting them because, just like the townsperson says, he doesn't want to see any of them get hurt by an attack he could have blocked.

Cale is doing what he can to undermine himself while claiming he's going to make everyone else the hero of this battle, but he won't drop the shield, which means no one can disregard or forget his involvement. It's not intentional! He's just literally made himself the first line of defense as a direct parallel to every time he was the last line as KRS. He wants to stay at the back, he does not plan to get involved unless he has to, but Cale won't let himself stay out of it. So the shield goes up and stays for multiple days.

Meanwhile, all Choi Han, Ron and the kids see is Cale surrounded by paperwork (because taking command of the entire Northeast is a lot of work), keeping a shield up that's known to make him cough up blood (they don't know about it getting stronger or the vitality of heart), and only sleeping 1 to 2 hours a night (thank you crybaby), so they assume it's a combination of work and concentration to keep the shield up. As usual, they're worried and frustrated at Cale's self-sacrificing tendencies.

We haven't even gotten to the actual battle yet, but this is such a great setup of how it's going to go and how the novel goes.