#i’m actually emotional over this

[toothpastekissesinparis]

the way nick picks charlie up almost every time they hug makes me physically unwell

and they hug like at any moment they could just disappear or lose each other and it’s so so beautiful

[smilenetwork]

Now I’m without you

[8irdies]

holding my comfort plushie softly in my hands, staring into their eyes with love, knowing that they understand me more deeply than anyone and bring me more joy than you can imagine, and they will always be with me as long as they have a choice and we can get through this together

[aabluedragon]

WHEREIN A GONG SOUNDS WHEN A SPANISH WOMAN IN A FRENCH ASSOCIATION EATS CANTONESE NOODLES

I love this ID dearly, time to rhrhrgghhhh

Beginning with posture, Don Quixote is crossing her legs, which is unusual for both our LCB Sinner and other IDs. Indeed, the interviewer in her uptie story comments on how her leg bounces restlessly as a rather one-sided brawl whirls around them. With crossed legs and bowl in hand instead of on the table where one may set their idle forearms, Don Quixote awaits the moment she and her would-be client lock eyes and speak the magic words: “Please accept my contract.”

Food, costuming, and other comments under the cut:

Her noodles of choice in this image appears to be 河粉(héfěn), a type of wide, flat rice noodle often seen in Southern Chinese cooking such as Cantonese stir-fry. Her particular bowl reminds me of beef brisket noodles, especially with the crunching noises in the uptie story bringing to mind the juicy stalks of choy sum!

Though the exact name escapes me, Don Quixote’s clothing resembles this type of robe and trousers combination often worn by martial artists in Hong Kong and Taiwanese movies and dramas set in the 民国(míngúo) or Republic of China era. Her oval-crowned, miniature fedora, Western-style suit jacket, and circular lenses are also indicative of that time period, where war and resistance against Japanese invaders are often major plot points. Within the resistance also brewed rising conflict between the Communist party and the incumbent Nationalist party, whose handling of the Japanese invasion will fuel the fire of a national schism decades in the making.

These are notably masculine styles in both dress and accessorizing. As a good friend put it, this is the visage of a woman where everyone’s business is her business so long as she is present.

Her jade bracelets and charm earring bring to mind Hong Kong in particular, where the people are more spiritual than most on the mainland. I cannot wait to see what the Eastern City has in store for us. I cannot stress enough how excited I am as the child of Chinese immigrants to see Western audiences so excited over this ID and the promise of entering District 8 in the upcoming Canto VIII amidst the rampant sinophobia of the past decade. Project Moon, our siblings in South Korea, I trust you to do us all proud.

[mossypidder]

I started this painting August ninth. It’s now November fourteenth. It has been uncooperative to say the least. But honestly, I’m happy with how it finally came out.

Also, Faas with pigtails because.

[recareels]

getting emotional over the fact that mr reca really would guide you, just as a good director is supposed to, but would still retain the authority to make executive decisions if he felt your choices were not beneficial to your film (life) or your growth as an actor (person)

[weraisnotonline]

anyway the most emotional part of the episode was actually chimney asking if buck could say goodbye to the dog

[tending-the-hearth]

Belle wearing glasses is actually something that is so important to me

[cuteniarose]

Hey @rokurookajima I need your expert opinion on something Metalbanders related

So in ‘canon’, so to speak, Suiren has a pet moose lion. Why? Because Nia was 12 and thought it’d be cool. In the Modern AU I’ve replaced it with a huge fucking maine coon cat that Suiren can barely pick up at this point, because nothing else could compare in size to a moose lion

The question: Would Vaatu, Suiren’s certified only friend tolerable ally, get along with the cat, or would she hate his guts for no reason? Inquiring minds want to know

(Bonus questions: Is Mula a cat too, and what does she think of Vaatu if they’ve met?)

[idiotwithoutagoodname]

Something that will never not be funny to me is how Harlan writes dialogue for John and then realizes how fucking romantic it sounds so he has to follow up every interaction in which he talk to anyone ABOUT Arthur with a “friend” at the end lmao.

“My king, I respect the affection and care you bestow upon your very dear FRIEND”

“He’s meat”

“Yeas but he’s my meat- MY FRIEND”

“Why does he chose you and not me?”

“Because I love him.

And he loves me. That’s FRIENDSHIP”

Sir, just stop.

Are you doing this to mess with us or are you doing this to yourself and we are all just going along with it for the feels?

(And, just to clarify, this is not a “they are clearly in love with each other” post, but me saying that (whether read as platonic or romantic) it felt like Harlan realizing how beautifully he wrote a piece of dialogue and then having to throw 3 “friends” for good measure in the next sentence, lest the fandom bursts into flames. And that’s seemed a little funny to me)

[oros-ash3s]

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Day 23 || “Gunshot Wound”

Why do you always have to be the hero? 

As Reagan stared down at her little brother, it was that one sentence that consumed her thoughts. It was the sentence that had once fuelled her life, a bitter resentment bubbling inside her, this pathetic need absorbing her entirely. It was this sentence that she had clung to, in the wake of death and this terrible, numbing grief, the weight on her shoulders pushing her down, the very world seeming to rest on top of her. 

And it was with this sentence that she stared at the curled-up figure of her bedridden baby brother, his cheeks burning pink from the bite of the cold. Dried blood cracked along the side of his neck, dark bruises blooming along his face, scratches etching across the skin. Pale bandages peeked from underneath his collar, a dark colour stained through them.

The area where he’d been shot. 

He had not awoken, despite being stuck inside this cramped, suffocating restaurant for an entire week. And as the days passed, slow and frost-bitten, Reagan was beginning to lose the last remnants of her sanity. 

She’d done everything in her power to protect him from this. From long-winded conversations about how truly dangerous the world was, the terrors he would face, terrors he could not even fathom. To the times she lost control, hot tears streaming down her cheeks, a sort of fear thrumming off of her, one that would always leave Felix scared, guilty.

A part of her hated herself for it, the way this fear, this want, controlled her. It never left, slowly warping every decision she made for herself. It was the thing that followed her as she packed up their things for the tenth time in the year, running away from any problem that came their way. That threatened to sacrifice the life she had built for them. 

But a small, ugly part of her was glad for it. Maybe it was selfishness; the way a horror churned in her gut for the dangerous sparkle inside his eyes, that terrible exhilaration at fighting, at doing something rebellious. Maybe it was horrible of her, to want him to be scared, just as terrified as she was, as she had been forced to be. 

But when he was safe inside her arms, alive and away from all the people who had decided he could not be allowed to enjoy life, who had decided he was too different to….

Well, then it didn’t matter so much. 

Because if Felix was safe, then she must have done something right. If Felix was safe, and good, and protected, then she would take the terror at his inclination for violence, for an adventure. She’d take the bad grades and the attitude and the idiotic delinquency, as long as he was by her side, smiling. 

But now, she could see that it wasn’t true. 

Because Felix was by her side, but he was not smiling. No, he was hurt, injured beyond belief. Bullet holes peppered into his fragile figure, bandages and wounds encasing his body. And she was here unharmed. 

Unharmed because she had stepped aside while he put himself in danger’s way. Unharmed because he had this stupid, annoying desire to be some hero, to be the saviour in the end. Even if it meant she lost him, even if it meant that he died. 

Staring down at him now, his curls a tangled mess, falling limply in his face, his expression this beacon of calm, the comatose state having brought a sort of contentedness to him, Reagan could only think one thing: He was a complete replica of her father. 

It was this helplessness that had followed her while standing in front of her own father’s grave, a steady flow of tears slipping down her cheeks, the small hand of Felix curled up in her own — the only thing anchoring her to this life. It was this helplessness that had followed her after strangers, these people she did not know, did not care to know, told her how lucky she was. How her father was a hero, how she should be proud.

It was this helplessness that had trapped her inside her room, Felix asleep under the sheets of her bed, as she sobbed, angry at the world, angry at her life. But most importantly, angry at him.

I didn’t want a hero, she had once screamed at his smiling picture, the only thing she had left of him. I wanted my dad.

“Lo lamento.” She whispered, her breath a tickle upon Felix’s skin. She pressed a kiss to his forehead, tears splattering along his hairline. 

Why him?

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[hplonesomeart]

AUUUU STOP THIS MOMENT WAS ADORABLE AND SWEET AND PRECIOUS AND MY HEART MELTED FOR THEMMMMM 😭💕

(lots of writing under the ‘read more’ btw incase you want my personal thoughts on things!)

Before the episode started I has been bracing myself for the genocide route, but it seem like what we ended up getting was the pacifist route because NEVER would I have anticipated such an empathetic twist??? I was dead convinced that my hopes/dreams of Puzzle redemption were squandered and left to rot (they probably still are to some degree actually lol but oh well I can accept that he’s a lovable psycho). And yet this episode does the impossible….giving us an unfathomably wholesome scene that helps heal his dejected inner child, even just a little. PLEASE this wasn’t something I was prepared for and it’s gotten such a strong grip on my heartstrings right now. I love themmmmm holy shittttt <33

I didn’t think Meggy would step up and try to connect with him like that especially since she was so aggressively defensive when he initially reached out. And I like that even when she gets to speak to Little/Kid Puzzles her behavior is very stern at first lol. Kinda like a disappointed older sister who can’t be bothered to put up with him for too long. But using Leggy as a way to build that bridge again was so clever of her—and hey it helped lure him into false sense of security so he’d get jailed up jskjsksp. Everyone wins I guess!! ALSO can I just say whoever composed the soundtrack (Zach Preciado for the rap segment specifically) deserves just as much praise as the voice actors because DAYM the layering of all those instruments and the seamless transitions into different emotional tones was superb :))

[lesbianaelwen]

thinking about how, in calamity, time and distance weigh on the narrative like how evandrin haunts it, but just like how evandrin isn’t dead—“the ritual didn’t work. what’s the most logical explanation?”—the docking into cathmoira every seven years is not the only way to see these family members. but the narrative is weaved in such a way that it isn’t until we’re in the thick of the finale, and people are vivisecting on teleportation pads and overcrowding airships and fleeing through portals in trees—and then patia teleports the orb and library, guaranteeing her end. loquacious turns down the offer to return through the gate. nydas does not leave on a ship or his dragon, and zerxus does not leave on tempest, and cerrit does not leave with his kids (although he does leave for them time and time again). it’s never even a choice for laerryn. and it all matters, and it truly was never an option to begin with—“we all go down with the ship”—but that’s not what I’m talking about.

there’s all these ways to get around, it’s the age of arcanum after all. if you can’t do it yourself, you surely know someone who can (for a fee or a favor, of course).

so, to follow to a logical explanation,

nydas never visited his brother, his family?

zerxus never went to see his son?

how many times do you think patia or laerryn offered to teleport for a visit? how many times did zerxus almost ask?

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

thinking about how alex just lit up the moment miles came onstage for 505 in london, and wondering if that exact same expression came over his face when miles said yes to the ireland shows. if he pulled miles into that same kind of fierce, heartfelt hug, the kind where his smile is pressed against miles’s neck and it’s just them, for a moment, with their arms around each other and everything else fading into white noise. if he gets that same smile on his face every time he thinks about them playing together in october. if they’ve been rehearsing songs they haven’t played together for years, and every time he looks up and catches miles’s eye they’re suddenly both smiling like that, with the same kind of captivated adoration and freedom that’s shone through everything since before they’d even written any music together.

[himblebo]

She’s married she’s married she’s married she’s married (to a man to a man to a man to a man)

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

I’m about 60% through Onyx Storm —

And I can’t decide if I’m surprised/confused by that, because I feel like little has actually happened or completely overwhelmed by everything that has happened; because it’s been nonstop and feels like we’re so far from the start (or more so end of Iron Flame)… yet terrified because there is no cure in sight! — Not even a failed trial… there’s just nothing. Even Quest Squad is still trying to form.

And I’m scared of where the next turn may leave me for the next 2 years waiting!!!