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VAISRA YOU LITTLE BITCH I HOPE SHE FLAMBÉS YOUR TRAITOROUS HEART AND EATS IT. AND NEZHA WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!!!!
the cike🥲
#oh rin’s gonna kill all of you#her hand….#i’m teetering between anger and crushing sadness#ramsa my baby😭😭😭#baji and suni🤧🤧🤧#so rin and chaghan are the last living members#😖😖😖😖😖😖#haddie reads:#the dragon republic#the dragon republic spoilers#fang runin#the way she was begging AAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH#nezha’s dead to me sorry#i’m never forgiving him
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what do you pray to?
or alternatively: Oscar sees John for the person he is and John gets to be forgiven
#like………. John lists Oscar as something he’d pray to and then Oscar gives him the kind of forgiveness Oscar never got from god. HELP#IM UNWELL#yknow…. I haven’t lost the plot in a fandom like this since overwatch. I’m straight up putting these guys in situations#artists on tumblr#traditional art#malevolent#malevolent fanart#malevolent podcast#john doe#john doe malevolent#john malevolent#oscar malevolent#gold cross#Arthur Lester and his three boyfriends#<- just because
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things in DC canon i’ll literally never get over
1. dick finds out batman replaced him as robin (without asking him) from the NEWSPAPER and simultaneously finds out bruce adopted a new kid without telling him (to make things worse: bruce didn’t even adopt dick)
2. dick finds out jason died from the newspaper (AGAIN? REALLY BRUCE?) and bruce had the fucking funeral WITHOUT HIM while he was still in space
#i’m only like 80% sure these are fully canon btw#correct me if i'm wrong#dc comics#bruce wayne#dick grayson#jason todd#robin!jason#batman#batman comics#nightwing#batman and robin#ok yes ik there’s a reason bruce didn’t adopt dick#aka he didn’t want to replace dick’s father#but imagine being a teenager and your foster dad adopts a kid without even telling you#and then giving him YOUR name without asking#like no one would feel great about that#i will never forgive bruce for not telling dick jason died / having the funeral without him#though i do love some yummy angst#where hood!jason yells at dick for not even being at the funeral#and dicks like ‘i was still in fucking space!’#like yes bruce was grieving but BRO thats ur other son come on
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the quote “everything i’ve ever let go of has claw marks in it” but it’s richie breaking down outside of neibolt screaming eddie we have to help him he’s still in there eddie eddie eddie
#reddie#still can’t believe bev dryly told him richie he’s gone and then made out with her new lover in front of him???#while he cleaned eddie’s blood from his glasses#i’ll actually never forgive her for that#they are fucking worms in my brain#i can’t see anything without relating it to them#except… this one’s kind of obvious#richie tozier i’m so sorry
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I was about to type ‘get you a man as devoted to you as Rook is to Vil’ and then I realised that NO, ACTUALLY, that’s kinda a horrible idea
#get you a man that is devoted until he isn’t#I will never forgive Rook for his betrayal in Book 5#I’m just saying if I was Vil I would’ve punted Rook into the next country#or at least have made him resign as vice housewarden#disney twst#twisted wonderland#twst#twst wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#twst vil#twst rook#vil schoenheit#rook hunt
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I have consumed so much Agatha all along today I wasn’t expecting this. Also Disney + can pry “teen is Agatha’s son” from my cold dead hands
#emily talks#agatha all along#agatha harkness#teen agatha all along#agatha all along spoilers#honestly the next part in the tags is a spoiler lol#I am fully on the headcanon that Agatha tried to get the book of the damned#and didn’t realize the consequences and it would cost her her son#and rio took him bc she’s death and Agatha will never forgive her#that’ll be canon#what won’t be canon is somehow Agatha’s son returned#and is teen#bc ep 4 was all angst in that department#idk why but I’m obsessed with this
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Help! I’ve fallen for a rarepair from a show that ended 6 years 1 month and 7 days ago!
And by rarepair I mean there is one singular fic about them where they’re not a side ship or in a collection of smut drabbles
#don’t worry Graham and Jefferson I saw the way you never interacted but were in such similar situations caused by the same woman#all it would have taken was for Graham to get some kind of hint that Jefferson knew and he could have gone to him :.(#gotten the help he needed from someone who actually knew what was going on#JEFFERSON WOULD HAVE FIGURED OUT THE VAULT#HE WOULD HAVE BEEN ABLE TO PUT GRAHAMS HEART BACK#THE COMFORT THEY WOULD GET FROM EACH OTHER#Jefferson having someone who remembers ;~;#Graham having someone who knows he’s not crazy#who could protect him from Regina ;~;#Graham could live with him in his mansion in the woods#with his wolf brother right there#and let’s be real Graham would not have been okay after getting his heart back#like he was literally emotionally numb and being abused for thirty years#everything that happened to him and what he was forced to do would have hit him like a truck the minute it was back in his chest#probably would have had a panic attack immediately#probably the only way he would feel safe is as far from Regina he could get (Jefferson’s mansion in the middle of the woods)#in a locked room and with his wolf brother right there#I just think they could be a really soft friends to lovers okay#ouat#jefferson ouat#graham humbert#huntsman ouat#once upon a time#also I’m not Regina bashing down here I just wish Grahams abuse and trauma was treated better#like there’s no way in hell he would ever forgive her or feel safe around her#he’d probably want her dead#another thing he and Jefferson have in common#but I can imagine him never acting on it and just completely removing himself from the show and living a safe and comfortable cottage-core#life with Jefferson and Grace#and his wolf brother
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2.02 / 2.04 / 2.04 / 2.06 / 2.06 / 2.08 / 1.04 / the queen of the damned
#interview with the vampire#armand#text#I’m tacking on *my* personal interpretation in the tags. the show does not definitively indicate that this is the intended meaning:#1. armand directs these violent plays. he explains: ‘life is cruel. life is violent.’#2. armand bringing louis flowers after ‘flexing his power’#3. armand has mapped out the building where the painting - immortalising the violence enacted on him - is stored in detail…#there’s also something to be said about the museum preserving so much art created or extracted through violence under its roof#4. flower wallpaper background when they discuss madeleine becoming a vampire + the violence needed to sustain yourself as a vampire#5. armand coming to louis with a magnolia cutting after madeleine’s turning + this is after he’s betrayed him.#6. dried flowers sitting on the table after claudia’s death + louis realising he’ll probably never forgive armand#7. he turns daniel into a vampire etc + those are claudia’s diaries that he helped mutilate.#long post
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I thought it would be fitting to post a sick-fic snippet, considering the upper-respiratory infection I’ve had for the past week has been kicking my ass.
So this is a little Bucky taking care of sick Buck fic.
Thank you for reading.
Gale went to sleep at Thorpe Abbots.
When his eyes shot open, he was in complete darkness. The only sounds in the room were the soft even breaths of his fellow officers.
Something was balled up in Gale’s stomach. This must’ve been what woke him.
God he hadn’t felt real nausea like this since he was a kid.
It’s alright. He tells himself. Just lie still and it will go away. Just calm down. Breathe, in and out. Calm yourself. It’s fine. It’ll go away.
Another roll of pain and discomfort had him up on his feet and bolting out the door before he could think twice.
He just made it outside behind the building before the contents of his stomach emptied into the grass.
Gale leaned against the bricks, heaving, tears streaming down his face.
God, how he hated it. The lack of control, the inability to stop it. Forced to endure until it’s over.
He felt himself drop to the ground, curling into his own body, trying to slow his breathing. Trying to get rid of that awful scratchy feeling in the back of his throat.
He blindly wiped at his face with the bottom of his tshirt, hoping he hadn’t been loud or interrupted anyone’s sleep.
It reminded him too much of the terrible nights of his childhood, fresh bruises already blackening around his cheek, under his ribs, the pain swirling behind his eyelids causing the sickness before little Gale could get it under control.
“Buck?” A voice called out, whispering, but still too loud for the dead of night.
Gale didn’t have the energy to respond.
Footsteps grew near.
“Buck! Hey,” a body crouched near him, gentle hands settling on his shoulders, like a blanket.
When Gale didn’t lift his head immediately, Bucky, softly, barely touching him, placed his rough hand on Gale’s cheek, calling the other man to meet his eyes.
When John felt the wetness of tears under his palm, his brows furrowed further in concern, if that were possible.
“Hey, doll, what’s the matter?” He whispered.
Gale must’ve been really really tired. The term of endearment didn’t seem out of place, it didn’t jolt his system the way it would in any other instance, it just seemed right.
As if he were expecting John to call him that.
A second hand moved, so Buck’s face was effectively caged in by John’s grasp. It was only then he realized the heat Gale’s skin was radiating.
“You’re burning up, Gale. We need to get you back into bed.”
Gale finally lifted himself from his hiding place, meeting John’s eyes. He’d never seen that kind of worry there before.
“You called me Gale.” He mumbled before he could think about it.
John huffed a laugh, shaking his head.
“Because I knew it would get you to pay attention.” He stands, and gently places one of Buck’s arms around his own broad shoulders.
“I can walk.” He mumbled, yet disproving his own point when he practically slumped into John with all his body weight, tucking his face into his neck. Gale huffed, wanting to be embarrassed, but finding he was rather annoyed at relying on John for yet another thing. Relying on anyone for anything is bad enough, but John doesn’t need a burden like him. He should be free, like a bird.
Gale is beginning to think, in the only rational part of his mind left, that there may be something wrong with him.
Maybe he’d been poisoned.
A snort followed his poor attempt at being right,
“Sure, doll. If you say so.”
Bucky practically carried him all the way back inside, he smelled like fresh air and lucky strikes with just a hint of something simply titled ‘John’, it could never be recreated, Buck knows.
Once settled under his blankets, warm and content, John smiles softly at him.
“Get some rest, Gale.”
“Thank you, John.” He whispered, watching the silhouette of the other man freeze and the continue his journey back to his bunk, without looking back.
A sad, pathetic sigh escaped him before he drifted off into an awful, fitful sleep.
When he woke again, he was sweating, and it was bright enough in the room to blind him when his eyes creaked opened.
Then he caught onto the silence of his surroundings. No quiet murmurs of morning. No shuffling feet.
Daylight.
Silence.
Oh God, the meeting, the mission.
“Oh, fuck.” He says before he can remember he isn’t supposed to.
He’s up and getting dressed before he can even breathe.
He’s late. He’s so incredibly late, the captain is going to have his ass.
Oh, no.
“Whoa, whoa.” A hand on his chest settles his rushed movements. “Slow your roll there, cowboy.” Bucky just walked through the door, holding, what looks like, soup in a cup?
“Bucky, I’m late. What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be helping Curt with flight check?” Gale is confused as to why either one of them are still here talking, and why no one woke him up.
A small smile appeared on John’s face, stilling Gale once again.
“What’s with the face?”
Bucky shook his head,
“Leave it to you to be deathly ill and still be worried about flight check.”
Gale looks at him like he’s crazy, which makes it even funnier.
“I’m not sick, John.”
“Tell that to your hundred and four degree fever.”
“What-how do you-“ Buck stopped, huffing in a breath. He probably looks ridiculous, one pant leg on and no shirt, with a sock halfway rolled up his foot. “Why are you here, then? If I’m sick, you could catch it. I shouldn’t even be in here, I should stay in the med tent.” He’s babbling.
Bucky has been watching him with wide eyes. He’s never seen Gale so ruffled, and stuttering.
He’s never seen him so not put-together.
He loves it. He’s drinking up the sight like water, though he does feel a pinch of guilt and hurt that Gale had to be sick in order for him to see this side of him.
“It’s a cold, Buck. Your body just needs some rest and it’s forcing you to get it, the only way it knows how.” Bucky turned back to something that he had discarded on his bed.
“You are not late, so you can stop having a panic attack and lay back down. I already told the Captain that you were sick. It’s not contagious. And I’m not leaving you here, sick and alone.”
For once, Gale went without a fuss.
He was exhausted.
“I brought you some pills. Doc said they should help.” John said, offhand.
The words send Gale spinning into a future he’d never imagined before. One where he and Bucky are living in a nice humble house with a few acres out back. John brings home the paper from town and they gossip about the neighbors while they drink coffee in the morning, huddled together on the porch swing. Maybe a good hound at their feet.
“Buck?” That warm hand returned to his face, this time feeling his forehead.
“Jesus, Buck, I’ve never felt skin this hot.”
“Careful,” Gale huffed a laugh. “You’re gonna give a fella an ego too big for his boots.”
John seemed to think this was funny too. Fond amusement colored his eyes, clear skies on a moonlit night.
“Maybe you could use a little ego, Saint Cleven. You’re too humble.” The hand that had previously taken his temperature by touch, carded its fingers through Gale’s hair. Sweaty blond locks that had fallen over his forehead were pushed back, cool air on his face more prevalent. It felt good while at the same time, sent shivers down his spine.
#from the drafts#john egan#gale cleven#fictional characters#of course#buck and bucky#clegan#it’s slash but before they get together#all my clegan clips are slash#also forgive me I’ve never actually been inside an army base circa 1940s#might be a little inaccurate#buck has a fever#no one ever took care of him#protective Bucky#motherhen bucky#I will also be writing the reverse with sick Bucky instead so lookout for that#masters of the air#masters of the air fanfiction#slightly funny to picture Gale in cursing in a panic because he’s late#mentions of Gale’s abusive father#fuck him#probably tense issues#but I’m only human#give me a break I’m sick#soft bucky#but Bucky is always soft#sorry for the novel in the tags
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ngl i’m still worried. like i Do have complete faith in ncuti gatwa but what i Don’t have is much faith at all in rtd’s writing about race
#which id managed to sort of convince myself was maybe#it’s been like 15 years he’s had time to learn better#but the comment Immediately about ‘different colors’ in todays ep#and w the toymakers past.#i’m hoping for the best i really actively am but i’m hesitant#not even writing about race just writing that has anything to do w it#i will never forgive him for martha jones#and my cynicism is saying bringing dt back for three eps and specifically being pretty good about trans people and disabled people#is a good favor investment so he can keep a progressive image and get away w racism#i don’t actually believe that for the record#i’m just worried ncuti gatwa is gonna have to deal with Some Bullshit that’s gonna get blamed on him instead of rtd yk#which is bad for him bc it means a bad working environment and also like. taking the blame for something he didn’t even do#or that if he pushes back on something bad he’ll get branded as difficult to work with etc#anyway. worry once suffer twice or whatever and i think i said all this when the announcements were made#it’s just on my mind again#i want the best for the show and the people making it yk?
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i hate him (real)
#i’m never forgiving him i stg#nothing can change my mind i’m so fr HWJHSHS#obey me belphegor#obey me belphie#obey me#obey me shall we date
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And if I said Varian was entirely justified in his revenge against the king specifically? And if I said I wish he would’ve done more? What then
#I’m sorry this account is an official King Fr*deric hate account#like I will never forgive him for the quest for Varian#that whole episode is messed up in so many ways like omg#literally if he has only went after the king I would full heartedly support him#like no buts about it I actually wish he did MORE to that man#tangled the series#tts#like going after Rapunzel? messed up#I mean I can see why he did but still#and going after Queen Arianna? honestly also no she didn’t do anything wrong at all I love her#BUT KING FREDERIC? oh i need him GONE actually#Quirin >>> Frederic
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Gortash acting as an enabler for The Dark Urge is so interesting imo. I can easily see redeemed DU feeling extremely betrayed and angry by it given that they now have a chance to contemplate their past self’s situation. They easily could accuse him like “you say you were my ‘nearest and dearest’ but you never saw how much I suffered? Or did you just not care because my misery advanced your (our) goals? You never wanted to help me? You could have stopped me.” At this point in the story, DU’s come to understand friendship in a way his past self never could have and Gortash’s previous inaction is a betrayal of those values. If he never helped them, then Gortash never truly saw the real them nor understood them.
In my personal headcanon (and somewhat supported by canon imo), I think Gortash tried to helped DU in his own “Gort” way. Aka promising that they’d one day rule as “Gods” which is essentially a promise to DU that they’ll rise above Bhaal or be free of his influence (as others have previously pointed out). However, I don’t believe Gortash has the emotional capacity to help DU in the way they needed. He doesn’t understand it or he might even be afraid to hit that particular nerve. He liked the routine they fell into, so why change it? It is also definitely pragmatic. The Dark Urge’s condition advances their plans. Gortash puts progress and the plan above all else even if it hurts loved ones. He rationalizes his inaction with cold logic, weighing the pros and cons of his intervention. Therefore, I don’t believe it’s necessarily malicious enabling. Gortash acts with the idea of pursuing whatever is more “comfortable” for him personally and their joint plan.
From my personal experience, this type of enabling is pretty common (at least in my irl situations). They don’t know how to act and are afraid to confront their loved one, so they do nothing. It’s “easier” to do nothing. Definitely would like to write something for it at some point because I feel like this would be a key tension point in their post-tadpole relationship (or lack of). Maybe even pre-tadpole where the Dark Urge just quietly endured but desperately hoped Enver would say or do something to save them, but he never did.
#I’m yapping and rambling again about this man pls forgive me#but this has been on my mind for so long#cause my DU would feel so betrayed ngl it’d be a big deal for him#that this man never did anything to help him (in his eyes)#I def think Gortash wanted to help but just is like uhhh wat do lol#it just played further into their toxic friendship or romance or whatever they had#they’re so closed but so twisted that they can never actually help one another in the way they need#if that makes sense#obsessed with them#baldurs gate#baldurs gate 3#the dark urge#durge#bg3 durge#bg3#enver gortash#bg3 gortash#larian studios#tw enabling
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To think that most of the tragedies in Jujutsu Kaisen could’ve been avoided if Geto Suguru read The Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx before deciding mass murder of civilians was the appropriate solution to child labor violations.
#cactus shut up#Nanami had the right idea.#Yeah I don’t think I’m ever going to forgive him.#Ah yes let’s make society exactly like the Zenins which resulted in the Toji that ruined your life.#Sorcerers give birth to non-sorcerers. If your ideal world involves killing your loved ones’ children for not being born right it’s bad!#A little bit of socialist theory could’ve saved him. He would’ve killed the higher ups and everyone would've thanked him eventually.#It's the lack of respect for the working class that gets me. These “monkeys” make your clothes and food and infrastructure.#He should be grateful to them not punishing them for decisions they never made. Jujutsu society chose to isolate you dummy. Listen to Gojo.#Also he had the option to just walk away like Nanami. There's layers to this class traitor behavior.#jujutsu kaisen#geto suguru
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thought too long about ezra in wild space and having a minor breakdown about it. like. him fighting to find his way back home and believing that his family is out there looking for him too, working to bring him back. and even though he knows they’re out there and he knows they’ll all find each other again one day, he’s still alone and he’s lonely and he’s still fighting but it’s hard as the years stretch on. just thinking about ‘i can’t wait to come home’ and how long that wait has been
#i’m gonna throw up.#genuinely cannot put into words how much i miss him and how much i want to see him finally FINALLY come home#never forgiving dave for abandoning him for so long and probably making him think his family gave up#ezra bridger#star wars rebels#swr
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holland checking his doorbell camera after telling the small ginger antari that he doesn’t want to be friends for the 392828th time:
#i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again#i love holland but i’ll never forgive him for how he treated kell#can you tell i’m loving the adsom gang as cats vibe atm?#my brain is so frazzled academics are killing me rn#pls i just wanna write about kellila please#kell maresh#holland vosijk#a conjuring of light#adsom#a darker shade of magic#a gathering of shadows#alucard emery#delilah bard#kellila#lila bard#rhy maresh#v e schwab#rhylucard#shades of magic#antari#incorrect adsom
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