#illegal relations

[vamprisms]

i feel like a lot of the 'i hate kids' crowd would be more tolerant if they understood that due to a kid's limited experience of the world that 4 hour flight might just be the longest they've ever had to sit still for or that trapped finger might literally be the most pain they've ever felt in their short life or they might not have ever seen a person with pink hair ever so of course they want to touch it or nobody's told them yet that they can't run around the museum and they only just learned cheetahs are the fastest animals so of course they want to put that to the test. how were they supposed to know etc etc.

[triflesandparsnips]

Accidentally started rereading Northanger Abbey, and was sudden reminded all over again that Jane Austen is, in fact, fucking hilarious.

NA is her parody/satire of Gothic novels at the time, and she starts the book by choosing violence-- she describes the "tragedy" of the main character, Catherine Morland, a girl Determined to be a Heroine even though ALL ODDS are against her: she has a sane father who doesn't lock up his daughters, a healthy mother who didn't die in childbirth, no preternatural talent for music or drawing through which to reveal her Deepest Soul, and-- most shockingly of all-- absolutely zero love interests for whom she can wander the hills mourning their starcrossed fates until she wastes away from the sheer Sentimentality of it all.

But don't worry! She's got this FIGURED OUT. She KNOWS why she has not yet found her TRUE LOVE:

There was not one lord in the neighbourhood; no—not even a baronet. There was not one family among their acquaintance who had reared and supported a boy accidentally found at their door—not one young man whose origin was unknown. Her father had no ward, and the squire of the parish no children.

But when a young lady is to be a heroine, the perverseness of forty surrounding families cannot prevent her. Something must and will happen to throw a hero in her way.

(SPOILER: She is introduced to a mysterious young man who lives in an ABBEY, which everyone knows means he has a DEEPLY MYSTERIOUS SECRET PAST and is maybe a TRAGIC HERO or even a ROMANTIC MONSTER and either way this is IT this is Catherine's TIME TO SHINE she is going to get a good grade in DOOMED LOVE, a thing that is normal to want and--)

(...meanwhile Henry Tilney-- an ordinary guy who never expected "get cast as the Hero in some Grand Gothic Romance" to show up on his bingo card-- starts wondering when exactly he started finding Catherine's attempts to locate bloody daggers in his linen closet charming.)

[hilacopter]

ever notice how ppl who have the israeli flag in their username/bio are usually jews and israelis yet most people who have a palestine flag are like. ashleigh from canada.

[khaotunq]

What I truly admire the most about the production behind Cherry Magic (Thai), is the way they find increasingly weirder suit cuts and camera angles to try and make New Thitipoom look in any way, in any capacity, on any planet in any form, smaller than Tay Tawan.

They keep failing, but they do keep trying. And that should be admired.

[sneaky-snake-907]

TBOB spoilers:

"I took a peek through his possible futures and giggled with delight. He was destined for so much more. And those hands..."

Bill just casually admiring Ford and his hands? Ok.

[smitten-miqitten]

It's gonna be really hard making my Rook who, while probably chill/friendly with Solas, doesn't want to get with him AT ALL when I've got my Lavellan in the back of my mind banging on the walls of her enclosure trying to get a piece of that egg.

And then once I'm finally in the Rook headspace of totally ignoring the fact Solas is hot, Inky presumably gets set free from 'no longer the main character ' jail and I've gotta pivot mentally back to being feral to help her live her dream of smooching his dumb beautiful face.

[blusical]

Idk how to properly explain it, but the amount of attacks against Imane Khelif aren't only misogynistic, racist and transphobic, but they also *reek* of intersexism. (Also, comparing a woman with high testosterone levels throwing a punch in boxing to literal domestic abuse is fucking weirdo behavior)

[is-this-even-relatable]

A Rising Phantom

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Summary: danny died, and no one knows. He is a full ghost, and only thanks to his dual obsessions can he “live” a normal life and pretend that nothing happened.

I aim to make this a multichaptered fic! Hopefully, the first fic I post on AO3!

HEADCANONS/TROPES/TAGS:

no one knows! AU

full ghost! danny

eventual everlasting trio

dual obsessions inspired by this post, which are protection (Phantom) and space (Fenton)

my own headcanon: danny's death is inevitable, a single point in time that cannot be avoided or changed.

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Danny died on a Saturday.

He was too young to have been left alone; any other house would’ve be fine, but everyone in that town knew, even then, that the Fentons' house was to be avoided by a wide berth.

His parents had rushed out in a frustrated fit, leaving him and Jazz by themselves for the weekend, just like so many before. They were always an afterthought to their parents, long before he was 14.

Danny didn’t intend to go down to the lab that night. But Jazz was out with her friend Kyle, and he was bored. And something down there called to him, though he didn’t know it.

He didn’t know that forces beyond his comprehension were leading to this point, this singularity.

If Danny had known the fate in store for him, he would have begged his parents for them to stay that night, or take him with them. But he didn't know, he couldn't have known... because that's how it was always going to be.

He didn’t know that a man with a clock in his chest, who changed between ages in the blink of an eye, was watching as he walked down those lonely steps.

He didn’t know, as he pulled on a white hazmat suit hand-sewn just for him, far too flimsy for what it was meant to protect him against, that a sentient dimension was pushing against the veil, straining for him.

He didn’t know, as he stepped through the gaping metal maw, that it had already called his name, and death had claimed it.

And afterwards, while he curled up on the cold basement floor, clutching his chest for a pulse, he still did not know that even if he had known... he would have had no choice but to do the same.

Danny died when he turned the portal on, alone in his parents’ lab.

Standing inside, fifty million Watts of electricity coursed from his palm to his heart, searing its path into his skin. It had no exit route. It cooked him from the inside, lighting all of his nerves on fire, and doused him in an infinite realm’s worth of dimensional energy. After what seemed like hours of screaming, panicking, burning- he somehow managed to crawl out of the portal.

He died then, lying flat in front of the machine that ended him, as the intense pain faded into a dull throb that replaced the beating that used to be in his chest.

And as he sat up, feeling both sore and feather-light, he looked down upon his body, and realized that he had died that day, and he was not coming back.

Danny panicked. And he did the only thing he could do. He decided to run away, afraid of what he was, confused and scared and feeling very not himself.

But the main anxiety that drove him to hide his accident was a rather juvenile one.

…He was afraid that his parents would be upset that he had gone into the lab without their permission.

He had messed with their stuff, and turned something on… something he definitely shouldn’t have.

He had just opened a portal to a realm full of the very things that kept him from sleeping at night, of “unfeeling monsters” that his parents had drilled into him about for years.

A portal to ghosts… that were now free to come through.

That thought made something inside him solidify, and a low hum began to emanate from him as he worried about his family. About the ghosts and the portal and how they were going to manage without him…

He couldn’t just leave like this. Not when he was responsible. He couldn’t let a whole realm of monsters hurt his family. At that thought, dread filled him, and that same something inside his chest ached.

But it occurred to him that he still had to leave. Not just at the thought of his parents stumbling in on his body.

No, it was about him. For he was one of them now, wasn’t he? A ghost. And he was a monster now, too. Despite not feeling like one. Despite knowing that there was clearly something wrong with what he had been told and what he knew was intimately true of himself in this new form.

But something inside him whispered at him that he couldn’t take the chance, if he did turn into a monster. He couldn’t let himself hurt his family.

So with fears on his back and a tingle fading from his fingertips, Danny pulled himself up onto unsteady feet. He took his body outside, to the woods where no one would know. And he buried it, alone, surrounded by trees and the sky.

He sat there, at his fresh grave, and cried.

Holding his arms around himself tight, he mourned the loss of warmth, of blood pumping and his heartbeat, so loud in its absence.

Surrounded by nothing but silence, he mourned that he’d never made close friends, nor really had the chance.

Looking up at the stars, he mourned that he could never fulfill his dream of being an astronaut.

He mourned for himself because no one else could.

And as his last cry petered off into the night, the sun broke the horizon.

A different something tugged at his chest, and he let it pull without resistance, worn ragged as he was.

And he was grateful he did. For a soothing light washed over him and transformed him into something similar, but not quite as he was Before.

But he felt warmth, and he felt a pseudo-beat in his chest, sluggish as it was. And suddenly he realized that although he was dead, he was alive in a different way.

He was still there.

He didn’t have to give up on life.

He was not going to be a monster.

Danny walked back home. He washed the dirt away from under his fingernails. He swept the lab until it looked like no one had been there. Minus the massive swirling vortex.

And when Jazz got home from her sleepover, Danny hugged her with a smile.

He was going to be fine.

They would all be fine, he would make sure of it.

[fullmoonfelix]

if i fix you // will you hate me

(georgia by phoebe bridgers)

thinking about how felix's only model for love and relationships has been transactional, and love must be earned. thinking about how of course that means his love language is acts of service. saving someone is the ultimate form of love, though usually he and his family discard people as soon as they mess up. thinking about how he loved oliver enough to try to save him. thinking about how oliver was so sad and scared he thought life without felix in it was better than losing him, only to lose the rest of his life to grief. thinking about how oliver grieved felix for longer than he knew him. thinking about how hard it would be for felix to hear "i just gave you what you wanted like everyone else does everyone puts on a show for felix" but i fully believe his love for ollie would have helped him push through the humilation of being exposed like that. thinking about ollie wanting to be loved and felix thinking that meant saved, as though his love wasn't enough. FELIX NEVER FEELS LIKE JUST LOVE IS ENOUGH AND OLLIE HAS NEVER BEEN LOVED SO PURELY

[sugarpasteltmnt]

again i'm so bad at posting things as they happen-- but when my sister visited me over Easter SHE BROUGHT ME A LITTLE GUY AHHHH😭😭😭💘🩵💗💖

thank u @the-peak-tmnt for my little Poptart i love him so MUCH 😭🩵

[adampasriche]

Having to work on your birthday moodboard

(The Adam picture is from the upcoming TRC graphic novel adaptations by Sas Milledge)

[password-door-lock]

And no work/life balance, either...

[longmaxsilvarg]

i can't say i really care if someone dislikes a certain character from a game like it doesn't irk me too much bc... they're not real BUT i will say that people who just pay attention to what chloe puts out n not why she does what she does and refuse to try and understand her irk me juuuuuust a tiny bit

[ludoka]

*Gasp* Henry Jekyll from Monster High became a monster to escape the suffocating human society!

[valewritessss]

All my memories of watching Sing for the first time is 2% of the plot and 98% of my nine year old soul ascending to heaven when Jennifer Hudson started singing

[agentfascinateur]

How countries voted on Palestine:

At least Canada abstained... 🙄